A lie

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Why do we tell lies? . i am sure everyone would have told lies, at least once in their life. lie comes in various forms like our clothes- small, medium, large, xl, xxl etc. well it’s not defined
somewhere but just a classification to give size or measure based on its impact !

Submitted: May 12, 2018

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24th June, 2015
 
 
Why do we tell lies? .
I am sure everyone would have told lies, at least once in their life. Lie comes in various forms like our clothes- Small, medium, large, XL, XXL etc. Well it’s not defined somewhere but just a classification to give size or measure based on its impact !
 
For some never a day goes without a lie ! For some a trivial lie- a fib  is sometimes okay (like telling lies to teacher about the reason for coming late.) . They call it harmless. For some its good when we do it for a purpose to help others( like telling a bf or gf that you never ogle at others :) ) . We tell lies to please others, please ourselves, and even to please none!.  For some it’s just exaggeration of facts, they never lie ! . 
 
Some blows ones own trumpet, knowing that everyone around him is pretty sure it’s not true.
You must have heard about telling lies to ourselves! Yes, u gotta do that sometimes to make us feel better, forget something, hurt less.
 
Exactly 20 years ago, I got a nice birthday present from my grandmother, just because I told a lie! . Well, to me it was a small lie but the cost I got to pay for it was in XXLs :). For some reason this is very dear to me, may be an eye opener which I realized years later because at that age it was too much for me to fathom.
 
So, my great grandmother was a terror. I would need to tell about her before i actually share the incident. She was a self-made women, very kind but only to people who are kind to her ! . She was blessed with many virtues or rather qualities , that the other fellow ladies in her age who lived nearby had not to claim. May be that gave her an upper hand and hence she ruled the roost!. Since I lived with her,  away from my parents, I was basically under the tight control of her ! When her mood swung, so did mine !!! .
 
So coming back, I was then studying in a local Public school. I had a very cute sisterly friend who accompanied me to school those days who studied in the same school. About her , she was a Brahmin  kid, sweet and simple. While walking with her to school  I came to know that major share of our village was owned by her ancestors  !  Due to the virtue of ‘Kudikadappavakasam’ (Means a person who does not have a home nor any land exceeding five cents in extent is permitted to use and occupy a portion of land as his home by the lawful owner of the land, as owner or as tenant, with or without an obligation to pay rent.) law in Kerala, her family had to forgo so much of land to their fellow tenants. !!.
 
School was just about 2 kms from our house so we walked daily . We almost looked like a real sis and bro then and after a few days of walk together, I realized it was very nice to have a sister ! She was really a bundle of cuteness and we got along really well doing all kind of pranks all the way to school and way back.
 
On a fine evening , during one such a walk back home after school ,we spotted a new candy shop opened near school. It was a small room rather looking like a nest, making use of every space possible. But to attract kids they had lovely, colourful madama pooda ( don’t know what it that called in English, it translates to hairs of white lady since it’s a sweet spongy hair like thing) , sip ups, coloured chocolates, lemon candies etc. I wanted to get her one big candy,  something which we can enjoy till we reach home. But all that the little boy had on his pocket was a very small change just to get one or two small chocolates. To be honest I was not given pocket money at that age, nor did I had courage to ask my grandmother for some!. What next, he mustered courage and managed to glide a bottle full of chocolates to his bag  !!!
 
Walking back home with chocolate on hands, bags, mouth and left overs on cheeks , she and I were like the most happiest kids around!. I left her at house , promised her to attempt more of these ‘lifting’ in the coming days. She bade bye with a usual giggle . At home I presented these ‘lifted’ chocolates to be of something I got as a gift from my beloved teacher :)
 
So next day on my birthday, I was so happy to give away plenty of chocolates to my friends group. Needless to say they were all surprised to see the ‘new me ‘  distributing sweets to the whole batch! Obviously my crush at school got the fair share J. I rushed back home that day thinking in mind about the special dishes waiting for me at home ! . Came home put my bag on bed went rushing to kitchen calling out for food,  but the poor kid didn’t know there was another special treat awaiting him at the corridor. I saw my  granny with a very thin but a well-tailored specially crafted tamarind tree stick waiting to pounce on me.
 
So the first question thundered on my ears. When did you start lying to me?  Followed by how did you get courage to lie to me?. Like every other thief or a liar I made a vain attempt to cook an impromptu  story  but before I could weave and present it well, came to know the news about yesterdays ‘heropanthi’ have reached home through a well-known messenger already.
 
Well ,I was totally paralysed. What happened next is obvious, so all that happened.  I was not worried for the punishment but the shame I had to go through in front of others which hit hard on me. My head shone with humiliation,immeasurably sad, distraught, disconsolate I went to bed that day.
 
But when I look back , this incident have paved the way to tell truth no matter how adverse the circumstances are, to remain calm and accept it, something which I follow even today.  Also this taught me one more thing- Always think twice or exercise utmost caution when you choose your partner in crime  :) 
 


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