 In the process of so-called growing up, people have become so rigid. They smile once in five days, laughter happens when they get drunk only. You don't hear simple, joyful laughter in many places. But when a child comes without knowing why, you laugh, you crawl under the sofa, you do this and that, you learn to throw a ball properly. You do things which would have never done by yourself simply because this bundle of joy has arrived in your family and it's a privilege. One thing is, the moment a child arrives, a whole lot of people think it's time to teach. I want to ask you a simple question. Who is more joyful, you or the child? Then who should be a consultant for life? The miserable one or the joyful one?