My experiments with truth!
Haven’t we always been told that honesty is the best policy? But somehow my experiments with truth have generally ended in explosive disasters.
I think it all began when I was a little girl of three. My baby brother was born and my mother extended him towards me with great motherly pride and affection. I cringed at the sight of a wrinkled mite of flesh and declared that he was positively ugly and that I hated him. My first experiment with truth created a lifelong rift between me and my sibling, all in the name of the father of the nation!!
But slow as I am, I did not learn my lesson then. In grade V we were introduced to the lethal combination of numbers and alphabets called ‘Algebra’. Given the propensity of my limbs going numb and my mind becoming hazy at the mere sight of mathematical problems, there was no reasonable chance of my passing an Algebra exam without the assistance of some brighter buddies. But stung by the serpent of honesty I then looked upon this innocuous assistance as ‘CHEATING’ and refused to resort to it. The result…a red mark in the report card and lots of melodramatic scenes at home.
Talking of drama… I used to be very good friends with this guy who was an amazing actor; but had to sacrifice that friendship on the altar of truth. I get exceptionally jittery when friendship starts to flirt with the idea of love. So I decided to end the confusion with one stoke of truth, unfortunately it killed the friendship too. Somehow men are extremely bad at dealing with declined proposals!
While treading the path of truth I have somehow ended up in the biggest illusion of my life… this whole MBA experience. I mean exactly where I am going now, in search of what truth? Is it the glint of money which is supposed to come with an MBA degree? Is it pursuit of knowledge and self improvement? Or is it just another truth of life, that for most things we do there is no true reason?
So for all disenchanted souls it is time to set out on the only meaningful quest, the quest for truth beyond petty ideas of self-righteousness.
Sakshi Dewan
I think it all began when I was a little girl of three. My baby brother was born and my mother extended him towards me with great motherly pride and affection. I cringed at the sight of a wrinkled mite of flesh and declared that he was positively ugly and that I hated him. My first experiment with truth created a lifelong rift between me and my sibling, all in the name of the father of the nation!!
But slow as I am, I did not learn my lesson then. In grade V we were introduced to the lethal combination of numbers and alphabets called ‘Algebra’. Given the propensity of my limbs going numb and my mind becoming hazy at the mere sight of mathematical problems, there was no reasonable chance of my passing an Algebra exam without the assistance of some brighter buddies. But stung by the serpent of honesty I then looked upon this innocuous assistance as ‘CHEATING’ and refused to resort to it. The result…a red mark in the report card and lots of melodramatic scenes at home.
Talking of drama… I used to be very good friends with this guy who was an amazing actor; but had to sacrifice that friendship on the altar of truth. I get exceptionally jittery when friendship starts to flirt with the idea of love. So I decided to end the confusion with one stoke of truth, unfortunately it killed the friendship too. Somehow men are extremely bad at dealing with declined proposals!
While treading the path of truth I have somehow ended up in the biggest illusion of my life… this whole MBA experience. I mean exactly where I am going now, in search of what truth? Is it the glint of money which is supposed to come with an MBA degree? Is it pursuit of knowledge and self improvement? Or is it just another truth of life, that for most things we do there is no true reason?
So for all disenchanted souls it is time to set out on the only meaningful quest, the quest for truth beyond petty ideas of self-righteousness.
Sakshi Dewan
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