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Chosen Books

 An ordinary man seems to have received a divine revelation. A voice from the other world revealed themselves to this chosen man, and started filling his head with worldly wisdom.


The chosen man was not selfish, and so he decided to share his newly gained knowledge with his folks. As if to clear away all their doubts, a miracle was also performed - something which was apparently impossible without a divine intervention.


The chosen man gathered his trusted followers, and asked them to write down the wisdom he gained in a book - so that they would not lose this knowledge so precious.


And they filled pages and pages with the words of the voice as dictated to the chosen man. The book had guidelines on how to live their lives - what was to be done, what was not to be done.


And they began following the book to the dot. They shaped their lives in accordance with what was written. They even found some success and prosperity. Happy days.


But, as they say, happy days did not last. As it turned out, it was the very book that led them to their collective end. A test of life was demanded from them, and they obliged willingly. They had blind faith in it, and were unable to see through it all. They did not survive the test.


As it was, the chosen man had undergone an accident as well as an attempt on his life in the past, but was never really treated for the ensuing trauma. Now, the exact cause could not be identified since he too perished along with his folks. But it does seem highly likely that the voices in his head were a result of the underlying trauma.


Something which could have been treated if not for the stigma surrounding mental health, manifested as a divine revelation. Coupled with blinded faith, it ended up in taking the lives of everyone involved.


Of course, I am talking about “The House of Secrets” - a Netflix docuseries based on the infamous Burrari deaths that occurred in New Delhi, 2018. An entire family of eleven was lost overnight.


Yet, chosen men and revered books continue to hog the limelight.


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