Few truths; few lies

Friday, February 25, 2011 2 Comments

"A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is just putting on its shoes." - Mark Twain

Today is another day when I ran out of ideas but still wanted to write something.  This post is only truth and nothing but truth.

I talk only truth and people seldom believe me.  I always had to elaborate and describe my truth and people end up looking at me as if I lie.  

When I was in my 9th Std, we had a devil "under" pretty cotton saris for a Maths mam... Mrs. PG is very strict and always carry a wooden scale, shiny and thick and never hesitate to use it on our knuckles. If you find a dent in my knuckle the credit goes to her. I almost pee, when she makes me stand up and solve a math problem in the black (green) board.  I was made to go and stand before the green board a chalk piece in hand and x,y,z adorning the problem. I used to feel like I stand before a mam with the magnitude of a shark and a face like hawk, just waiting there to beat the hell out of me. I used to wonder, how does her kids and husband live with her? Then she asked me, "Can you solve the problem?" I keenly looked at the board and told her, "I am trying, mam"... She asked, "what are you trying?"...I replied, "On how to solve the problem" She said, "Go on! first try to arrive at what is the value of x and y, then you can substitute them." After 10 mts still clueless, I told her, "Mam, you should be really a genius to solve this algebra problem in no time... I adore the way, with a flourish you underline the value of 'x' and 'y'." She stared at me hard and gnarled, "it's integral calculus".. "Yes, that's what I told mam...", I sounded weak even to my ears and she walked the few steps before me, holding the shiny wooden scale.

After 9 years, I met Mrs. PG at the hospital i used to work for.  I went and introduced myself to her and had to stifle a grin when she introduced me to her grandson, that I am the most brilliant of her wards.  I wanted to hug her and tell her that I am in love with her.. Aside: "How this 'devil "under" pretty cotton sari' woman has such a good looking hunk for a grandson?" Aloud: "I am today in this position, because of you Mam... Bless me!". For the first time, I didn't feel as if I would pee at the sight of her.

17 years back, one day, I woke up late and missed the bus and had to call my boss and said, "Sorry Mrs. S, I slept late yesterday, woke up late and missed my bus.  I will be reaching office by 10.30".  She grudgingly said, "yes".  When I went to office, I was summoned to my boss's room and she chided.  "Viji, I hate people who lie, you could have told me that you tried draping a sari and missed the bus. You don't look sleepy to me." "Common!" I wanted to scream, Aside: "What do you expect... that I'll turn to office my rear attached to the mattress and blankets covering me?" Aloud: I said, "No... Mrs. S! I swear to God, I didn't lie." Mrs. S's eye became as hard as flint and I was bestowed with 20 minutes lecture and she asked me if the number I called is my land line and I blurted out "No! I called you from a PCO near bus stand..." Drat! me and my truth telling habit!!! I walked out fast before she could say something.

It took 39 years 8 months and 23 days to realize, "truth" is the most difficult thing to say and the most unbelievable thing on earth and "lies" are easy to say and people believe lies more than the truth.

Take away: Speak truth but coat it with little lie... Truth is like a cake base (unsexy) and lie is like a sexy icing, the more color, the more attractive.  The proper ratio of truth and lie is agreed up on like a cake with colorful icing.

Have a great weekend!


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Anonymous said...

LOL Viji.

"What do you expect... that I'll turn to office my rear attached to the mattress and blankets covering me" - :)

Viji said...

@krishnan happy that you liked it...

wisdom comes with experience

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