Saturday, December 27, 2014

The power of truth

I read some time back in a book by Fyodor Dostoyevsky titled The Brothers Karamazov that a man who lies to himself and listens to his own lies comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others, and having no respect he ceases to love.

Since childhood our parents and every elder around us tries to imbibe within us this value of always being truthful, but living in that world where lies are freely spoken, we grow up believing that lying isn't a bad thing to do; be it lying about being somewhere, lying about doing something, or just plainly lying to deny.

But as they say, a small lie leads to a hundred lies to cover up. Lying isn't just exhausting in its original form, but also includes the whole fear part of getting caught and the consequences after getting caught. Yet, as I pointed before, we have adopted a culture which justifies white lies, and we have exploited this concession quite a bit.

Sometimes when telling the truth could get us in trouble what we tend to do is lie a bit to avoid getting into a mess, thinking of lying as a good solution for the time being, but in the long run it weighs down our conscience.

I have this little story of mine to tell where telling a lie could have saved me from the dreaded punishment of my parents being called by the teacher at school, yet I went with the truth and admitted my mistake; it was way back when I was in 4th grade. My school held these weekly computer education sessions for us as a part of their holistic development agenda. One fine day, during these sessions, as me and my computer partner had got a far flung seat from where we couldn't see the screen on which Ma'am performed operations, we began doing our own little thing on the computer; we played Solitaire a bit but got bored quickly, hence I suggested we play any other game on the internet.

I had a little idea about how to search for games on google thus I began handling the computer and typed games in the search bar. I randomly clicked on any link listed in the search results and the game began loading in the browser, but as soon as the loading status hit 100% the computer automatically went off. Both of us, clueless of what just happened, began crying and called the teacher. When asked what happened to our computer and why are we crying, we replied that it just went off and we don't know what to do. Ma'am told us not to worry and sat us on another system.

A week passed and the next computer session arrived, the computer was still out of order, when asked Ma'am told that some virus had entered the system somehow and affected the system. I was afraid the entire time that Ma'am would somehow discover that it was because of us trying to play that game on the internet. Hence, I finally confessed to that after the session got over that day.

Although the teacher was furious at first and also called up my parents, she later calmed down and was proud that I told the truth. Also, due to this truthful attitude, I earned some respect too in her eyes.

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