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Truth Is Relief

Truth Is Relief 


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We are humans , we lie each time we find ourselves in difficult situations to come out of it forgetting that a lie is easy in beginning but difficult afterwards unlike the truth which is difficult first and comfortable later. It is common to speak a lie , we all use it in various situations and the one who says that he or she hasn't told a lie was either an alien or be fooling others. A lie becomes a sin if it is hurting somebody emotionally and financially. It is realization of such kind of lie which snatches our sleeps. The feeling that our spoken words have betrayed some one's trust is hard to absorb.

Once during school days , a friend of mine brought out a book from library without being officially issued by the librarian in library period. He told me about it after the class. I didn't find anything wrong in it, "It is just a single book ". Next day when librarian came to know about the missing book, she came to our class and asked us about it. She inquired in each class which attended library the previous day. Both of us remained quite being aware of the consequences of speaking truth in front of class. We would receive humiliation and insult only. When librarian didn't find any information about the book from any class. She announced in all senior classes that no book would be issued before the recovery of that book.

Exams were near at that time many we needed so many books for preparations such an order was a big punishment for us and  a setback for our hopes for good results. The reason behind all of this was my close friend. Being aware of the truth I was also responsible for it. I told him that we must speak truth to avoid such punishment but he was scared. Fear was engulfing me also but I realized that bringing book out of library in this way was like stealing it and telling the truth was the right thing in that situation . 'Sach aur sahas ho jiske man mein ant mein jeet usi ki hoti hai' ,I told this to myself and took him forcefully to our class teacher and explained everything  to her. I was sure for her help because she knew we were not bad boys.

She handled the situation by talking to librarian and we came out unharmed with truth. Our fear was gone, wakai kitna chain hota hai sachai mein. Next day we were praised by Principal in assembly in front of school for telling the truth. He compared us with the likes of Mahatma Gandhi and Abraham Lincoln in showing courage to do so. I always speaks truth , my lies are reserved for just small pranks and jokes only. In adverse circumstances it is sometimes problematic to speak truth but believe me truth itself eases such problems. We always gets relief from truth.

This video of Kinley commercial is affirming that belief about truth. Kinley drinking water is purity in every drop.






This post is written for Kinley Water Happy Hours in association with Indiblogger.

Back To The Future

Back To The Future




It's not unusual that I woke up early today. I may find difficulty in doing so during school days but summer holidays have started, so to play games,to watch TV and to read the whole set of Diamond and Raj comics you need more time. Moreover I have to wake up my whole cricket team being their captain since we have a match today with Police Colony team.

We reached the playground where our opponent were practicing. We won the toss and decided to bat, the interesting match with lots of up and downs ended with our victory. I came back home quickly to watch Disney Hour. It was my routine in holidays that I have my breakfast while watching this show. Then I did some holiday homework and rushed to my friend's shop who lend comic books. He took money from others but for me they were free. He was so fond of me in spite of our age difference ( I was five and he was in his twenties) that he gave new set of comics first to me than to anybody else on the condition that I wouldn't fold or torn them and returned them within one or two days.

Not only me my brother and sisters waited for me to bring those comics. As I reached home each one of us picked a comic and lost in their world. Chacha Chaudhary, an elderly man who could solve all problems with Sabu, Billoo, a teenage boy enjoying his life, Pinki a young girl who entertain with her naughtiness, superheroes like Nagraj, Super Commondo Dhruv,etc fighting evils of society, etc. The world of comics turned every other thing secondary for us. We exchanged comics after reading. They were addictive we could only left for other work only after reading them. I took the most time in reading being the younger of them all and a slow reader as I learned reading recently. In order to finish reading them I didn't know when I slept with dreaming about all these characters.

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I woke up in the morning from my smart phone's alarm. I searched for all comics but there were none. I realized that it was only a dream and I am not a five year old enjoying 90's era. I was back into the future, into the same monotonous life where cartoon shows have taken the place of comics in today's kids. I saw my nephews and nieces watching shows of stubborn Shinchen, lazy Nobita and Kenichi, greedy and authoritative Chota Bheem,etc which hardly inspire or teaches some positive qualities unlike Chacha Chaudhary comics which teaches that we should go to elders in time of problems instead of trying to solve them ourselves he being the aged protagonist solving every problem, fighting evil and emphasizing that truth and honesty always triumphs.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Write Over the Weekend inspiration for this time

‘Back in Time’. Imagine, one fine day, you wake up as a 5-year-old child and not as a grown up! What will you do then?


This post is also a tribute to Cartoonist Pran ( died 5th Aug 2014 ) who made our childhood fanciful. 


Books

Books


His father died when he was one. His mother worked hard to enroll him in school so that his fate would be different from theirs. He also loved books and knew their importance in changing destiny. He was definite that books will be helpful. Today these books helped him to buy medicines for his mother.