The Indian social system was influenced by the concept of varna.[2] Varna is not caste and caste is not Varna. This is a critical difference not understood by many. It directly linked religious belief and the segregation of society into status groups. Weber goes on to describe the Varna system (the Brahmins - priests, the Kshatriyas - warriors, the Vaishyas - merchants, the Shudras - laborers and the untouchables).
Weber pays special attention to Brahmins and considers why they occupied the highest place in Indian society for many centuries. With regards to the concept of dharma he concludes that the Indian ethical pluralism is very different both from the universal ethic of Confucianism and Christianity. He notes that the varna system prevented the development of urban status groups.<span>[3]</span>
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1. Pop is my favourite type of music.
My views: Pop music usually has an engaging rhythm, repetitive lyrics, and an approachable musical style that is easy to sing-along.
2. My parents feel uncomfortable with pop music as they think it has a harsh rhythm.
3. My teacher likes pop but very specifically. She likes rock more.
4. My friends love pop as much as I do. They think that the instruments played in a pop song is amazing.
My paradigm didn’t change because I think that we all have different tastes of music and that’s what makes us défirent from each other.
Hope it helps u! :)
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I ran, and ran until there was nothing left but trees in sight. I ran through the woods, my heart pounding and my feet constantly slamming at the ground frantically. I was scared for my life because behind me was a killer. A killer who slaughtered everyone I ever loved and is now coming for me.
I cringed at every twig that broke, and every leaf that crunched beneath my feet because I knew he could hear me. The autumn wind was cold and relentless pushing me back as I pushed forward.
He came closer and closer to me and my heart raced higher with every step he took that was closer to me than before. I did not want to die. But I was helpless against him. I found a hollowed out tree and quickly sheltered within. I heard him run past me and I stayed quiet.
As soon as I knew he was gone, I cried and cried. Everyone I ever loved is dead, I am truly alone, and now I know that there is no man I can trust.
Reasoning for writing this bit:
I wanted to have fun and write a story. now i'm gonna make a book on this.
