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Astrology or Astronomy

Bumping against old pals on Orkut, I'm made to realize how well known I was in school because of my love for the stars. Teachers knew it and someone even made special arrangements to get me inaccessible books from the library (little gestures can often be unforgettable). Dad would borrow books from his colleagues...which unfortunately were too daunting for me. Classmates quizzed me on anything and everything related to the heavens.

 

But I'm pained when people mistake astrology for astronomy. It becomes embarrassing and annoying when people ask me if I'm still interested in astrology! To me, the difference between them couldn't be more, but to many - they couldn't be more similar. Apart from sounding similar and both relating to the stars, however, I don't see anything even remotely ambiguous between them. While one is based on careful observations and scientific calculations to arrive at conclusions, the other is a mere postulation of the heavenly objects affecting daily luck of humans. Time has proven conclusively that there's no correlation between stars and human destiny, yet the gullible continue to fall pray.

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