Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: Morals Are to Keep Until Natural Instincts Rebel. Ethics Still Survive

I remember two different stories that took place with two different females coming intimately close to me in my life. Both of them were extremely moralistic in the most traditional way as they joined my soft skills training sessions.

I was in my late fifties. And one of these trainees was in her late thirties whereas the other one was in her early twenties. Their names were Lata and Meghna respectively. Lata was married and had two kids. She was working as a PGT lecturer in a government school. Meghna was still a student pursuing her degree course in an engineering college. Apart from being traditionally moralistic, they both had another common point they shared. They were quite beautiful to look at.

Lata had an undaunted reputation of being a committed and a faithful wife. She even had thwarted sexual advances from a senior officer from the education department promising huge benefits to her. It became public as she got a departmental complaint registered against him and got him suspended. There was still a departmental inquiry going on against him ruining his entire career.

Meghna as she joined my training gave a clear statement in her introduction speech that she hated falling in love. Her statement was a plain declaration that she would marry someone her parents chose for her. She had used the customary introduction ritual to warn others they shouldn’t try to make any advances toward her.

Lata had a tendency of accumulating fat around her belly. But she always kept it at bay through religiously following a strict dieting regimen and a regular cardio workout. She was extremely concerned about keeping her figure in shape. But her strict dieting regimen was proving to be a bit too much of effort pressing heavily on her psyche. She loved eating tasty snacks to satiate her taste glands, but she couldn’t. On the other hand, she saw me eating up whatever came my way without ever adding inches to my belly. I didn’t even do any cardio workouts.

Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: Lata Asks My Secret of Keeping Fit

She came to me after a session, asking my secret to keep my shape as fit as a teenager’s body. I asked her to breathe in front of me as I closely watched her breath while inhaling and exhaling. I found she was doing it through her chest involving her intercostal muscles.

I had always breathed through my abdomen through using thoracic diaphragm. It was one of the best cures for belly fat in particular and weight loss in general. I asked her to breathe like I was doing. It employed contracting thoracic diaphragm, a muscle located between thoracic and abdominal cavities, for inhaling air inside the lungs.

It comprised slow and deep inhalation through the nose followed by slow and complete exhalation through relaxing thoracic diaphragm back. It required keeping the thoracic diaphragm relaxed in general to keep the thrust of breathing on exhalation rather than inhalation. Keeping it relaxed kept the synergetic abdominal muscles always contracted never allowing fat to get accumulated over there.

She couldn’t follow my verbal instructions to change her breathing pattern to turn her intercostal breathing into diaphragmatic breathing. Ultimately, I had to hold her intercostal muscles with my hands stopping them from moving while she breathed.

She went breathless for a while but then she raised her shoulders and collarbones while contracting the abdomen for inhalation. She had taken refuge in clavicular breathing which was a very tiring process. It simply couldn’t be held for long durations of maximum air intake.

I locked her clavicles (collarbones) as well, through aligning them with her neck. For this I had to employ my hands holding her arms up toward her head from under her armpits. Now my forearms were pressing on her intercostal muscles tight. Hence, she couldn’t use her intercostal as well as her clavicular breathing muscles for intercostal or clavicular breathing.

She went breathless again, but I didn’t release her held up muscles. Her face went red, and her eyes came popping out. I still didn’t release my pressure until she was able to relax her thoracic diaphragm and contract it to inhale.

As she was able to do it once, I released my pressure on her intercostal and clavicular muscles. I asked her to use her thoracic diaphragm on her own again without me holding her wrong breathing muscles. But she again slid back to her habitual intercostal breathing.

I was left with no alternative but to assist her physically again for her to release her thoracic diaphragm. It was an unconscious muscular habit that kept her thoracic diaphragm always contracted not allowing further contraction to inhale. It was something like unconscious domains of mind keeping habits intact while trying to change them consciously. In fact, that’s what makes habits die hard.

Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: My Intervention Helps Lata Change Her Posture

It went on the same way for the next few days until her thoracic diaphragm learned how to relax itself. But learning how to relax it was not sufficient to change the pattern. It also required learning to keep it relaxed so that exhalation employed double duration of inhalation through contracting it briefly.

As my intervention continued for a few days, I smelt something extra getting added to it. Although she had made a considerable improvement in changing her intercostal breathing with diaphragmatic, she still insisted on my intervention. I felt she had started enjoying my intervention at another level which was sexual in nature.

First, she started getting physically seduced and then she started mentally enjoying getting physically seduced. At times she gave me hints to proceed further by letting her torso completely loose through faking fainting. But I didn’t pay heed to those hints.

Finally, when her patience crossed her control, one day she asked me straight if I would have sex with her. I wasn’t ready for it but I found it extremely tough to break her heart by saying a curt no.

“Look Lata, there is a reason I won’t,” I slowly introduced my denial trying to make it less obtrusive.

She kept looking at me intently.

I continued, “I am not a moralist, and I don’t think adultery is a sin. But I have made a promise to my wife I wouldn’t have sex outside marriage. It’s only for her satisfaction simply because I entered a contract with her when I married her. Everyone does that when one marries because marriage is nothing else but a contract though people often break those contracts. I would rather break my marriage before I ever think of breaking my contract.”

She kept looking at me with a great sense of satisfaction on her face. Then she blurted out, “You have been my best teacher ever. I love you beyond limits!”

“I love you deeply too, Lata!” I spoke as I wondered how morals were to keep only until natural instincts rebelled. Ethics still survived.

Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: Meghna Mimics My Accent Very Well

With Meghna, the story unfolded in a totally different way on the very first day she started her training. I was familiarizing people on voice modulation for the perusal of neutral accent while speaking English, a highly accented language. But they were finding it difficult to mimic the accent I was trying to make them reproduce.

When everyone else failed, Meghna exactly reproduced it without seemingly making any extra effort on her part. I was greatly amazed at her performance that she had come up with, in such a casual manner. I asked her to reproduce a few more samples as I spoke up those. She came up with the same miraculous performance every time I tested her.

I saluted her for doing it so easily in such an impeccable manner. But she was looking at something deeper involved into the entire process of this reproduction.

She curiously said, “I don’t know how I am doing it but when I do I feel highly energetic inside.”

“Exactly! It’s also a process of summoning up energy in your body. And you can summon it up even without reproducing voice modulation for the perusal of neutral accent,” I revealed.

“How?” Meghna went more curious, “Energy is the most important thing for me in life. How to summon it up?”

“You may not only summon it up, but you can also store it inside and keep it there for good,” I further revealed.

“What’s the modus operandi? I badly need to learn it for myself,” she blurted.

“You can only get on to it slowly and gradually. It’s not a one-day job,” I replied.

“I can’t wait,” she murmured.

“You have to,” I smiled as I said this.

As the session ended, she waited for everyone else to leave. Then she spoke,” I love you!”

Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: Meghna Proposes

I didn’t take it as a real proposal. I just took it as a philosophical expression of her awe that she had gone through during the session. Hence, I replied, “I love you too.”

“Really? I have fallen for you. I no more hate falling in love,” she exclaimed.

I still didn’t take it as a real proposal. It was since I couldn’t imagine a girl in her early twenties proposing to a man in his late fifties.

The training kept going on with the passage of time. I had always set my chairs in a circle, and I too sat on one of them during my sessions.

One day as she sat next to me in the circle, she whispered something in my ear. I couldn’t get it in the first go as to what she had whispered. I looked into her eyes with a question in mine asking her what she had said. She whispered again, “Do you love me as much as you love your wife?”

I was taken aback by what she had said. Still, I decided to take it as a philosophical expression of her awe for what she went through during training. Hence, I replied philosophically, “Yes, exactly!”

“I have even declared my love for you in front of my parents,” she whispered back.

I got alarmed. What was she up to? I whispered, “What did they say?”

She smiled as she whispered back, “My father said he needed to join your sessions too. He wants to know what is so magnetic in your personality that changed his obedient daughter overnight.”

I decided to ignore what all she had said. I actually took it to be an immature infatuation of hers toward me. I tried to make myself believe it was a temporary phase of hers and would automatically get diluted with time.

But then what happened after a few more days shook me off up to my core. I was sitting in my office working on my computer during my free hours there as Meghna barged in. I offered her a seat beside mine on my computer table. As she sat down, she didn’t take time to come to the point she had come for.

“I want to kiss you,” said she.

I kept looking at her for a long while. Then I asked, “Why? I am 58 and you are 22. What makes you feel like kissing me?”

“Energy! That you are full of, but my peers are not! That’s what has made me fall for you,” she said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Would you like to fall for me, or would you like to fall for energy?” I posed a real difficult question to her.

“To me both are the same,” she responded.

“Would you like to pursue sex, or would you like to pursue energy?” I reframed my question.

“I want both now,” she sounded determined.

“Okay, let me propose playing a game of sex and energy together to you. Are you ready?” I asked for her approval before proposing it to her.

“What’s that?” She questioned.

Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts: I Offer A Totally Different Proposal

“Don’t kiss me. Don’t even touch me. I too won’t. But since we are extremely attracted toward each other, let’s use this as an opportunity to kindle this attraction further. Are you ready?” I gave her a hint.

“How exactly?” she wanted to know the exact details.

“Let’s bare our bodies and try to excite the other with our gestures without touching each other. The attraction will go on increasing exponentially. That will summon up incredible energy within our bodies. And since we won’t even touch each other, it won’t even tend to leak outside. We will make it a point not to throw it out once we have summoned it in,” I explained.

“Where will it ultimately lead us to?” she went curious.

“Let that be a suspense,” I proposed.

“Sounds interesting! I am ready,” she went enthusiastic about it.

“We will have to make some preparations before we embark on to doing it in real life,” I said.

“I can see it will totally change me as a person. How did you design it so creatively?” she went all praise for me.

“I have played it before and that was what changed me as a person. But there are no limits to change. Let’s start a new journey together. And I can guarantee you playing this game is way more enjoyable than repeating the old mechanical rut of sex. It doesn’t throw out, it keeps energy while playing the game of sex,” my voice went enthusiastic.

“I am looking forward to it,” she took my leave as she said these words.

I kept wondering again how fast morals got washed off the moment natural instincts turned rebellious! Ethics still survived.

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An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: People Judge You by What You Have Been A Victim To

I took my family to my favorite place in Manali to Marhi on the way to Rohtang pass. My daughter had turned 6 by then. There were huge glaciers in Marhi ideal for practicing skiing. Even otherwise the way from Marhi to Rohtang pass hadn’t been officially declared open for vehicular traffic that year yet.

So, I thought I would teach skiing to my daughter for the first part of the day. My plan was to climb Rohtang pass on foot after lunch and come back before evening tea.

As we were enjoying our skiing, we thought of having a tea break in between. Sipping hot tea in that cold weather was a joy in itself. Some hot snacks together felt like adding cherries to the cake. We got friendly with two honeymoon couples sipping tea on the next table. They very eagerly wanted to visit Rohtang pass but got disappointed as they came to discover it wasn’t opened yet. I told them we would be climbing it up on foot after lunch and they could join us along.

An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: Chilling at Marhi

In the meantime, they got another offer from a van driver who had just arrived there. He somehow had managed a special permit to drive up to the pass and offered them his services. They immediately hired him despite his charges being a lot more than normal taking benefit of his special permit.

Before leaving, they came back to us and said we could also get accommodated in the van if we wished. But I refused saying I still wanted to do some more skiing before lunch. I also added I felt like climbing it on foot. I told them it would remind me my old memories of having climbed it many times in the past.

Anyway, they left in the van heading toward the top of the pass. We went back to the glacier to continue with our skiing. After another hour and a half session, we packed our skis and moved up to the same restaurant for lunch.

An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: Two Couples Hire A Van

By the time we finished our lunch, I spotted the same van at a height coming back down. But as I spotted it, I immediately saw it tumbling down the high ditch. It was rolling down like a ball bouncing high each time it hit the side of the ditch. Within moments it reached hundreds of feet below turning into a squeezed lump of steel.

An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: The Van Rolling Down The Road to Rohtang

Everyone rushed toward the van as it came to a standstill. After the immediate rescue was provided, five people got evacuated out of its remains. The two husbands were found dead, the driver seriously injured, and the two wives hadn’t even got a single scratch. It was because the two husbands were sitting by the door sides with the wives sandwiched between them. Hence their bodies acted like cushions to their wives while they themselves got the entire grunt of the shock.

The wives sat in a state of shock as the bodies of their husbands were laid in front of them. The driver was semiconscious opening eyes intermittently and then closing them back.

They were immediately rushed to the government hospital down in Manali. We too canceled our program to climb up the pass on foot and returned to our hotel. It had been a close shave with death for us too as we might have accepted their invitation and died.

An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: We Visit Another Ski Resort Auli

Three years after this accident, we visited another ski resort Auli a few thousand miles away in the Himalayas. We stayed in the beautiful tourism accommodation that was the only place to stay in that newly come up resort. In the morning we sat out in the sun waiting for our breakfast to be served in the open. There was another family sitting on an adjacent table having their breakfast. We started chatting aloud from a distance.

“This new ski resort has a potential to become one of the best in the country,” I expressed my opinion.

“Certainly yes, next only to Gulmarg!” The family seemed interested in skiing as one of them replied to my comment.

“I like Rohtang and its vicinity as well. It has some very challenging slopes over there,” I added another input.

“Rohtang gives us a shudder. We lost our son in law there three years ago,” he said in a sad voice.

“Three years ago? Was it there in a van accident?” the entire scene came to my mind as a flashback.

“Yes, how do you know?” he was surprised.

I was very much there. In fact, we could have been killed in the same accident as well,” I narrated what had happened.

“Oh, what a small world is this!” he took a deep sigh.

“What about their wives? Did they get married again?” I asked out of curiosity.

“No one is ready to marry them now,” he uttered in extreme disappointment.

“But why?” I was surprised.

An Absurd Life Lessons Story About Judging Others: The Girls Have Ill-Omens in Their Destiny

They say these girls have ill-omens in their destiny. They would harm anyone they marry. Both are still unmarried. We have lost all hopes for them,” his tone went bitter as he said this.

We kept wondering about how people start judging others by what they have been a victim to.

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A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: Adventure Is The Main Driving Force Behind Adultery

I was around 40 years old when a close friend of mine gave me a phone call from his town. They had married around five years ago and had no kids yet.

“I don’t know what to do,” his feeble voice laden with depression reached my ear through the phone receiver.

“What happened?” I went worried as he had never sounded so low before.

“I had never thought I would have to face it,” sounded like he couldn’t find words to explain his predicament.

“Tell me what happened,” I insisted again.

“I just caught my wife red-handed with someone else,” his voice was just sounding lost somewhere deep within himself.

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: My Friend Takes An Emotional Shelter in Me

“What did you say to her?” I immediately asked.

“Nothing! I don’t know what to say,” he was totally lost in his intrigue.

“And what did she say to you?” I came up with my next question.

“Nothing! She doesn’t seem to know what to say,” he said on her behalf.

“Are you angry?” I wanted to know his emotional state.

“I am perplexed,” his tone was absolutely indecisive.

“Are you in two minds?” I tried to put words in his mouth.

“I am in twenty of them. I am almost gone blank. Am I losing my mind?” He answered me with a question.

“Try to speak to your wife,” I suggested.

“She is not in a state to speak either. I am getting scared,” his condition was really bad.

“Give phone to her,” I thought I should rather speak to her.

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: My Friend Makes His Wife Speak to Me

“Hello,” her voice came.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“What should I do?” she was equally out of her mind.

“Do you want to continue together or…,” I left my sentence incomplete.

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Put phone on speaker,” I thought I should speak to them together.

As they switched the speaker on, I immediately suggested, “Come to my place by the next bus available.”

There was no reply for a while. I asked again, “Will you?”

“Okay,” the two voices came together.

“You should be here by tomorrow. And stay with me for the next few days,” I gave my verdict for the time being.

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: My Friend and His Wife Reach My Place

Next day, they were there. They were not in a position to initiate talking to each other. In fact, they needed a catalyst to make it happen. And that was the role I was playing.

“Do you people want to continue together or break your relationship?” I started with the most pressing question.

They looked into each other’s eyes. Then she said, “He has every right to turn me out of his life.”

“Do you want that?” I steered the talk to what she wanted.

“No, I don’t. But if he says, I will,” said she.

“Do you want that?” I asked him.

“I don’t want to punish her. But I am feeling I have been punished. What had I done wrong?” he asked to himself.

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: What Went Wrong? And Why?

“Nothing! I did it all wrong. I messed up the whole thing,” she was in a pensive mood.

“Do you regret it?” I tried to put words in her mouth.

“Surprisingly not,” her eyes went wide open.

“Will you do it again?” I questioned further.

“No,” said she.

“What do you say?” I looked toward him.

“If she says she won’t do it again, it’s okay for me. I am not bent upon making her regret,” he gave his verdict.

“Are you okay with what he says?” it was time for her to answer.

“But why is he letting me go unscathed. It’s making me feel guilty. I expected him to hit me hard,” she murmured.

“That’s what he is like. I have known him since ages. Haven’t you known him yet? He never acts with vengeance,” I said.

“In fact, I love him,” she blurted her feelings out.

“As if I don’t! Do you really know how much I love you?” he blurted out too.

“So, you people are not breaking up. Am I right?” I presented a resolution.

Both nodded in the affirmative.

“I am sorry,” she spoke direct to him this time.

“Never say sorry again,” he held her up in his arms.

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: Relationship Gets Saved

“Shall we open a bottle of whisky on the occasion?” I proposed. Everyone seemed to agree. And soon the dull and gloomy atmosphere changed into a vibrant party mood.

While sipping my whisky, I came up with a curious question to my friend’s wife.

“Tell me one thing I am curious about. What exactly was the feeling that drove you toward adultery?” I looked at her as I waited for an answer.

She kept thinking for a while. Then she took a big sip and kept her glass back on the table. Taking the rest at the back of the chair, she came up with one single word, “Adventure!”

A Sinful Life Lessons Story of A Sneaky Adventure: Thrill of Adventure Pushes Her to Adultery

She further added, “I recognized it after you asked it to me just now. It was a feeling of adventure that drove me toward breaking the rules of marriage.”

“Strange!” she repeated wondering about her adventure and picked up her glass to have another big sip out of it.

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People Love You When You Love What They Love Too

At the time of marriage, my wife and I had decided to have a kid after five years of marriage. That required pregnancy after four years and three months after it. And we easily managed that trying to match the delivery date with the date of our fifth marriage anniversary. Just for fun!

We both wanted to have a daughter very passionately. But we didn’t know what it was going to be. It could be either of the two, a daughter or a son. But then, we were extremely curious to know it beforehand in our eagerness. Sex-determination tests were illegal to get done.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story About Love Psychology Facts: We Passionately Want A Girl Child

The only alternative left was to scan the movements of the baby in the uterus on an ultrasound monitor visually. That too after many months of pregnancy! And even then, it wasn’t easy to do as it required extreme patience to spot a penis.

At times the visual scanning needed to wait for as long as one full hour to predict it with some confidence. One needed waiting for the position of the embryo to make it possible spotting the penis if it was there.

And its presence was always a surer test than its absence. Hence checking the embryo for determining if it was a male was easier than checking if it was a female.

Also, there were no provisions provided to record a graphical display of the positions while checking them live. In fact, they were intentionally not provided so that the ultrasound tests couldn’t be abused for determining sex before birth.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story About Love Psychology Facts: People Prefer A Male Child

People in our country abused sex-determination tests for ascertaining if it was a male. Unluckily our decadent culture largely preferred a male child to a female one. Birth of a boy was widely rejoiced whereas the birth of a girl was taken as a burden to carry. Sex-determination tests made it possible to get the pregnancy aborted in case it confirmed a girl child. It started skewing the male-female ratio in the society leading to a huge gap between the two. That was the reason sex-determination tests had been made illegal to get done.

We went to a female gynecologist for a regular ultrasound test meant to check if the position had no complications. It took just a few minutes. The position showed it was perfect in its development and there was no cause for worry. As the gynecologist noted down about the ultrasound report on her prescription, I came up with my curiosity.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story About Love Psychology Facts: Is It A Girl Or A Boy?

“Doctor, is it a girl or a boy?” I dared asking her.

“Why do you want to know? Do you know I can call the police and get a report done against you?” the doctor yelled loud.

“I want to know because we both very passionately want a daughter and not a son as a personal preference.”

“REALLY?” her tone immediately changed like she had got the most pleasant shock of her life. She said, “You are the first parents in my entire career who said these words. They are music to my ears. It’s almost unbelievable for me. Anyway, come with me.”

A Revealing Life Lessons Story About Love Psychology Facts: Gynecologist’s Tone Suddenly Changes

She got her next appointments postponed to a later hour. Then she took us back to her ultrasound laboratory and made my wife lie down on the bed again. She once again switched her system with her ultrasound monitor on and started looking to spot a penis intently. Also, she very cordially made me sit beside her and kept explaining as she went on scanning the changing positions.

It took her more than an hour to reach a probable conclusion. She hadn’t been able to spot a penis through the entire 360-degree rotation of the embryo during that time. The absence of a penis was what we were looking for so passionately.

In the end, she declared, “There is 99.99 percent probability you got a girl child in your womb.”

A Revealing Life Lessons Story About Love Psychology Facts: Gynecologist Predicts A Girl Child

I sprang up with joy and almost started dancing. The doctor kept looking at our enthused faces with a satisfied smile.

She took us back to her consultation room and congratulated us once again for having our most passionate desire fulfilled.

I took out my wallet to pay her for what all she had done for more than an hour. But she asked me to put it back in my pocket.

“This is a gift to you from my side. You kindled a new hope in my heart that things may change for good. You have already paid me way more than I ever expected from you. Go get ready to welcome your daughter,” she called for her next patient as she said this to us.

I learned how people love you beyond all limits when you passionately love what they love passionately too!

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Patriarchy Flows in Our Blood, We Need to Change It All by Way of Transfusion

After my marriage in 1981, we had planned a long honeymoon in my hometown in the Himalayas. It was a very pretty and homely hill station where I had spent the initial 16 years of my life. It looked down at a beautiful valley toward its south and up at snow-covered high hills toward its north. I was eager to show all that scenic beauty to my wife. My home was at the most central location with a sprawling view of the valley from its bedroom windows.

We reached there in a few hours. My elder brother’s family lived there along with my mother as my father had passed away two years ago. They were all ready to host a warm welcome to my wife on her first visit over there.

After a long session of introductory chit chat, we went out for a leisurely evening walk on the mall road. A leisurely evening walk was the main characteristic phenomenon of that town’s culture. All inhabitants of the town made it a point to have an evening walk on the mall road every day. It acted like an evening club out in the open on which everyone socialized with everyone else in the evening.

A Disruptive Life Lessons Story Breaking Down Patriarchy: My Brother Throws A Drink Party

I met tens of my old acquaintances spending a few minutes with each one introducing my wife to them. By the time we reached back home, it had already gone dark. My brother had arranged for a drink party before the dinner.

As we sat down for a few sips together, I noticed there were only two glasses served on the table. I asked for a third one for my wife which my brother didn’t accept.

He said, “We don’t have a culture of women drinking in our family. Don’t ask for something that hurts our cultural values.”

I was overwhelmed with a weird feeling, not knowing how to react to it. I also belonged to the same culture, but I had not even an inkling of what he was saying! I had started drinking later in my life after I had left my hometown to a liberal environment. In that environment everyone was welcome to share sips despite their gender.

A Disruptive Life Lessons Story Breaking Down Patriarchy: Patriarchy Raises Its Head

Finally, I said, “Okay, then please remove my glass too. You can enjoy your sips alone.”

“No, how is that possible? It’s a party in your welcome. How can you not be a part of it?” said my brother.

“But you are forcing me to opt out of it by not welcoming my wife equally,” I replied.

“She is more than welcome for everything else here except this,” he tried to justify himself.

“That’s why I have also pulled myself out of it. You please go ahead,” I repeated my stance.

“No, but that’s not okay,” he insisted again.

“Then this is not okay too,” I tried to make him aware of how he was insulting my wife.

“What?” came an ignorant question from his side.

“What you are doing is considered insulting women in the present-day culture. It’s an obsolete patriarchal culture that you are advocating sitting in your posh drawing room in this beautiful town. Mind it you are giving it a bad name,” I said in a very cool voice not matching my words.

A Disruptive Life Lessons Story Breaking Down Patriarchy: Patriarchy Breaks Down

He kept looking at me for a long while. We were all sitting in the midst of an eerie calm. It was like a war of nerves from my side challenging a long-established patriarchy rejecting it on its face.

I broke the silence saying, “Look, you are just 8 years older than I am. And then look again which decadent culture you are siding by. That is a huge gap of an entire century between the two of us today.”

He was still looking at me without blinking his eyes. Finally, he stood up, went to the kitchen and brought the third glass for my wife.

And the next moment, we all shouted, “Cheers!” including his four daughters along.

It wasn’t less than a major surgical operation with blood transfusion replacing every single drop of patriarchy flowing through it.

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An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: Marriage As A Tradition Is The Enemy of Uniqueness in Relationship

Marriage is a tradition in all the cultures over the world that got established in each one of them separately. This happened when there was no direct or indirect communication owing to large geographical distances among them.

Does it mean that all human tribes through their separate journeys on the paths of evolution thought alike? Does it also mean that marriage as a sociocultural institution was a part of natural sociocultural evolution worldwide? We cannot take it for granted and need looking deeper into what established it as a global lifestyle.

Anyway, I personally could never accept it as a natural bent of my cultural orientation as an individual since childhood. On turning an adult, I started having affairs with females around. But having even a deep emotional affair with one never stopped me from getting attracted to others too. I surveyed many people including both genders who in their most intimately expressive moments admitted multiple attractions affecting their minds. It was another thing that the majority shrugged them off ‘nipping the evil in the bud’. But the fact was that attractions did instinctively arise before they were morally shrugged off.

An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: An Affair Develops

Anyway, in 1980 at age 29, I was directing a theatrical production in a satellite town of Delhi. It happened so that an affair developed between the heroine of the production and me during its rehearsals. It went on fine until her parents got to know about it who raised a huge objection to it. We ignored their resistance and kept meeting each other stealthily. We weren’t very keen on marrying each other and were happy with our affair going strong.

After around a year, we made a program to visit my hometown in the Himalayas for a few days together. For this, we needed to inform her parents. We went to them and informed them about our program about leaving for the trip the next day.

On hearing what we had in mind, they immediately got alarmed. They had never known our relationship had gone so strong by then. Going out of station together as two opposite sexed friends like this was unimaginable to their cultural mindset. They realized things had gone out of their hands by then. Their minds raced fast to mend the situation so that it would become acceptable to them.

An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: Her Parents Object

“We cannot allow her to go out of station with a stranger like that,” said her father.

“But our purpose is not to seek your permission, we have rather come here to inform you about our trip. Moreover, I am not even a stranger to her anymore,” I registered my objections to what he said.

“You said you people are going to your hometown. Won’t your parents have any objection in your coming along with a girl unknown to them?” said her mother.

“I don’t think they will,” said I in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Maybe because you are a boy and not a girl,” came her father’s logic, “or maybe we aren’t so modern as your parents might be.”

“And if you are bent upon going out like this together, we need to get you married before that. Get married at 8 in the morning tomorrow before you leave,” said her mother this time.

I looked toward my friend who gave me a silent nod for her parents’ proposal. Even I didn’t have any qualms regarding getting married or not. In fact, it didn’t make any difference to us. At least that was what we felt.

“We have no problem in getting married if it gives you peace of mind,” I said finally. It was 12 o’ clock at midnight that time.

We decided that we would go for a simple traditional marriage at 8 in the morning. After that I left for home to have a sleep before our marriage.

An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: We Get Married

At 7:30, my friend came to wake me up and we hurriedly left for the venue of the wedding. There were around 15 people who had come along from their side. From my side, I was the only person present. All the rituals got performed within an hour and we were conferred the status of wife and husband. There was a certificate provided as a proof of marriage that her parents carefully kept with them.

We were free to go to my hometown now. I went to the telegraph office and sent a telegram to my mother saying, “Got married.”

Within a couple of hours before we left, my mother’s reply telegram arrived saying, “Congratulations! Visit home.”

And we boarded the bus headed towards my hometown together. As we occupied our seats, we relaxed ourselves after a hectic schedule of the last few hours.

An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: I Try to Keep Our Marriage Unique

We had a unique relationship that her parents had tried to turn into a traditional one. But we were resolved for it not to turn into a run of the mill kind relationship.

I said, “What do you think we should do to keep our new traditional status still unique?”

“You suggest,” she threw the ball back into my court.

“What if we don’t stay under one roof? I suppose that may keep it very unique and fresh throughout our life,” I suggested.

“That’s okay but it will hurt my parents who may think we have ditched them,” she rejected my proposal.

“But think how fresh it will keep our relationship. No expectations, no protocols, no over-familiarity and hence no contempt! We will meet each other only when we passionately feel like doing so. And that too if the other one wants so as well,” I enumerated the benefits.

“But it may land us up in social trouble. People may start thinking we have relationship problems. Rumors spread like wildfire,” she expressed her apprehensions.

“Why to bother about others? I have seen people living together and dragging relationship even when they have gone sick of seeing each other’s face. It’s a fact that too much familiarity breeds contempt. Living together all 24 hours brings them a bit too close to each other. We need to keep a minimum gap to keep our romance alive. I suppose you know it very well,” I put my point across.

“I do,” she seemed to agree with me.

“Then?” I needed listening to her subjective reaction.

“But it’s scary,” I could see her visualizing living alone from her face as she said these words.

“Every adventure scares the adventurer, but that’s what makes it worth doing it,” I commented.

“But should we give each other this much of freedom?” she was sounding anxious.

An Eye-opening Life Lessons Story About Love and Marriage: Lover Turns into Wife in Her Spirit

I immediately came to assess that the mere ritual of a traditional marriage had turned my lover into a wife. A wife who had started putting safety first and freedom or romance afterwards as something secondary! The mere ritual of a traditional marriage had killed the entire spirit of adventure that she was always full of.

I immediately understood we had committed a blunder, but the sad part was we had already done so. And once we had committed it, we needed to go along with all the commitments made to each other lifelong.

And we did so. We are living ‘happily’ with each other to date. It was only that the spirits of uniqueness, adventure, freedom and romance took a little dip. Everything else went fine.

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A Simple Life Lessons Story of Mind Reading Powers: We Can Read Others’ Minds through Mirroring Their Eyes

In 1980, I once went to my friend Somesh’s hometown at a distance of three hours of drive from Delhi. I had another friend of mine along with me. On our way back from there, Somesh’s family arranged a vehicle heading to Delhi carrying two females along who we were not familiar with.

We introduced ourselves to them and started chatting about casual issues. After some time, there was nothing left to chat about in a casual manner.

A Simple Life Lessons Story of Mind Reading Powers: Let’s Play A Game

It was then that I spontaneously came up with an idea of playing a game among the four of us. I had never played this game in my life nor had its design in my mind before.

I proposed everyone to look at other three people’s faces for as long as they wanted. The target was to guess as closely as possible what kind of thoughts they were having in their minds. There were no winners and no losers to be there in the game. It just aimed at having some interesting fun together.

Once a round was over, everyone was free to shake off their thought of the earlier round. Then they could implant a new thought for the next round and the game would continue like before. There were no time limits in the game to stick to.

A Simple Life Lessons Story of Mind Reading Powers: Trying to Read Minds

Everyone tried to read everyone else’s mind to the best of their creative ability turn by turn. But most of them were wild guesses not matching others’ thoughts satisfactorily. Even if they came a bit close to them by fluke, it was very remotely so when they did.

I employed another technique when my turn came. I looked at the expressions in the eyes of the person I was trying to read the mind of. Then I tried to copy the same expressions into my eyes as closely as possible. Doing so kind of transposed my mind to a totally different feeling that started telling its own story to me.

I hadn’t yet made my readings public but when I did, all three of them were taken aback. They thought like I had done some magic to read their minds so close to what they were really thinking. They asked me how I did it, but I just smiled and didn’t divulge my secret out.

We played many rounds in three hours that our vehicle kept running on its way to Delhi. Every time similar results kept repeating themselves. The game kept turning more and more exciting with my guesses coming closer and closer every time. No one else could come even remotely close to what I every time came up with.

A Simple Life Lessons Story of Mind Reading Powers: They Think I Am A Magician

They thought I was a magician who had learned this secret from someone before. They kept changing their thoughts and challenging me with new ones time and again. Even I was surprised at how I had hit the jackpot by mirroring their eye-expressions into mine. The technique had made my way into their minds not only to their contents alone but also to their feelings. It made me empathize with them at the same time I was reading their minds. In fact, I wasn’t reading their minds, I was rather feeling their minds from within themselves.

Time flew on wings, and we didn’t even realize how fast three hours had passed. We took leave of one another and went our ways.

But the next day, I saw the same two girls looking for me near the grounds of National School of Drama. One of them said she wanted to speak to me in private. We sat down in a remote corner of ground, and I asked her what she wanted to say.

A Simple Life Lessons Story of Mind Reading Powers: There Comes A Proposal

What she came up with was sufficient enough to take me aback. In fact, she proposed to me for starting an affair between the two of us. I couldn’t find words to say no to her thinking she would get hurt if I plainly refused her. But I had to since I was already in the midst of an affair with my present wife.

As I hesitantly told her about my current affair going on, I saw tears rolling down her eyes. I spontaneously mirrored her eye-expressions and found my eyes had gone wet as well. I had started feeling her from within herself again.

We both kept shedding tears without uttering a single word after that for more than an hour. But surprisingly time again flew on wings, and we didn’t even realize how fast a full hour had passed.

It was empathy that drove me as I kept shedding tears with her for one full hour. Her friend came in looking for her after having waited for her return for long. The two left with an expression of gratefulness in their eyes.

I learned that day how powerful the eye-expressions were and what all miracles they could perform. And not only could they perform miracles, but they could also change us into extremely sensitive persons.

I learned eyes were the real windows to the mind, that day!

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A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: Justice Is A Concept Alone, Not A Reality

In 1978, two people from our theater group in the valley applied for admission to National School of Drama. One was Shivani who had turned my ex after a fierce fight between the two of us by then. And the second one was I.

The two of us weren’t even at talking terms with each other. It simply showed we both had badly hurt each one’s expectations from the other. But the expectations were still alive though in a badly hurt state. We were still bothered about them. We weren’t free from the concern for the other and that was why we had stopped talking to each other.

Anyway, we both harbored a lot of bitterness within as we went for facing the interview for selection. Our behaviors vis-a-vis each other very conspicuously revealed telltale signs of something extremely wrong going on between us. Otherwise, why wouldn’t two candidates from the same town seen at least casually talking throughout interview processing even once? People guessed it all.

A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: I Do My Act of Voice Modulation

As I appeared for the interview, I was asked to present a voice modulation sample of my choice. In fact, this presentation was the main criterion of selection. I enacted a deeply emotional and a highly challenging poetic monologue of at least three minutes of duration. My voice naturally had a very deep base notes and my abdominal breathing added a reverberation to its modulation. As I started rendering the presentation, all interviewers suddenly turned alert in their sitting stance abandoning their seat rests. I felt I had gone into a trance-like state while presenting my piece. A deep silence pervaded the interview hall.

And when I finished my performance, the silence still kept continuing for a long while. There was no doubt it had been an extraordinary performance without needing any comment from anyone around.

A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: The Director Praises Me

Finally, the director asked me, “You are so highly qualified and also worked as a scientist in defense ministry. What makes you join a professional course in theater now?” he was looking at my admission form as he spoke.

“Passion! I have decided to follow the call of my heart now onwards which I never did before,” said I.

“What’s your specific field of interest in drama?” he shot his next question.

“Writing and direction! But I recently discovered I have some acting talent as well,” I stated in a matter-of-fact voice.

“That is obvious. We just witnessed it,” he murmured before he officially declared, “thank you gentleman, the interview is over. You will soon hear from us.”

“Thanks a lot, sir!” I said as I made my way out.

A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: I Get Rejected

The interview results were out the next day. And when I checked it, my name wasn’t there in the list of selected candidates. It was unbelievable. Everyone was expecting I would top the list. But strangely, I hadn’t been selected at all. Shivani was ranked fifth among selected candidates.

Somesh was also present there and he was equally shocked too. He immediately managed for my stay in the vicinity and lined up my recently written play for performance. A staff member from the drama school took up the direction. The director of the school took up composing music for the play himself. That started my professional theatrical journey in the National School of Drama right then and there despite my admission rejected.

It was an ambitious project and the best theatrical talents joined hands to make it a memorable performance. As the school director completed his musical compositions, he invited the play director and me to his place. Unlike a corporate meeting, it was a work cum pleasure get together as is customary with artists everywhere.

A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: The Whisky Party Chat

We sat on pegs of whisky going through all the musical compositions that the school director had composed by then. Whisky and music made a very good combination to enjoy joining the elements of the play together.

At one point while setting the lyrics with the musical notes, the school director turned very emotional. Partly it was whisky showing its effect as well.

“This composition has come out to be great. Lyrics are equally great too. I must congratulate you for having created a great piece of art as a play,” he mumbled.

“That was why you had rejected me in the interview!” I turned a bit satirical.

He immediately stood up straight saying, “I remember it all. In fact, you had topped the list of successful candidates.”

“Then? What happened?” asked the director of my play.

“You know this head of the acting department! No one knows him better than I do. He had set his evil eyes on Shivani. And he guessed this man would be the biggest hurdle in his evil flirtatious designs. So, he vetoed him out making an excuse that he had an exceptionally pronounced vein on his forehead. He argued it was a sign of an impulsive emotional state which could turn difficult for the school to handle. That son of a bitch!” his face turned bitter as he blurted out the truth.

“But wasn’t it unjustified? How did you agree to it?” exclaimed the play director.

A Sly Life Lessons Story of Ignoring The Hammer of Justice: The Sly Theory

He slowly sat down and looked at both of us as he said, “Do you think justice really exists?”

We just kept looking at his face.

He continued, “What we call justice is just our concept of it. You see we have formed Society for Prevention of Cruelty toward Animals. Which animals are these? Certainly not the ones that we gulp down into our stomachs every day! Can you show me a single example of real justice throughout the world through its entire history? Every country has its different code of justice the way it deems fit. Can you even say that the food chain of nature is a justified design? The bigger fish eating the smaller one! Justice is nowhere there,” he kept blurting his emotions out.

He stopped for a while and then said a single sentence before refilling our glasses, “Sorry! We had our warped justice which said that we couldn’t veto someone else’s veto. I couldn’t veto the veto of that cunning head of the acting department. I am really sorry!”

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A Life Lessons Story of My Best Teacher: Real Teachers Are Not Found in Classrooms Alone

At times in our theater group, we had our rehearsals going till late at night owing to the pressures of performance schedules. But since Shivani and I had started an affair by then, she didn’t bother much about getting late. I was always there to drop her back home safely at any hour. Others also offered their company along.

A Life Lessons Story of My Best Teacher in Life: The Four of Us Stop at A Tea Shop

After such a late rehearsal one day, I set off to drop Shivani back home. Two other members joined us along. On our way back, we passed by a tea shop that kept open all through the night. We decided to sip tea together before proceeding further. There were already two people sitting over there sipping their tea on another table.

We chatted about adding new elements to the upcoming performance while sipping tea. Such unofficial spontaneous meetings at times proved to be more creative than the official ones. They were truly brainstorming in their nature.

A Life Lessons Story of My Best Teacher in Life: The Police Hit A Child Outside

Suddenly we heard a loud cry of a child as if he was hit by someone. We found it was the tea vendor’s employee who was being bullied by the night police patrol. They had hit him with their baton on some issue we knew not. We didn’t want to get involved in the affairs of the police, so we kept being silent observers. But one of the other two sitting on the nearby table raised his voice loud, “Hello officer!”

The officer casually peeped inside from where the voice had addressed them. Then he tended to ignore it and kept hitting the child.

“I am addressing you, officer. Respond to me,” he again raised his voice toward them.

“Who wants a response here inside?” the officer peeped inside the shop again but couldn’t ignore the call this time.

“I am the one,” he raised his hand.

“What’s your problem?” shouted the officer.

“It’s not my problem. I am asking about yours. I want to know why you are hitting this little child so mercilessly,” said the man.

“Do you really want an answer?” The officer challenged him armed with the power the state had vested in him.

“Yes, I do want an answer,” replied the man fearlessly undeterred by the officer’s challenge.

“Okay, come out in the open if you want an answer,” the officer dared him out.

The man immediately stood up and went out where they were hitting the child. His companion followed him out as well.

“Tell me now. I am out in the open for an answer,” he dared the officer back.

By now their focus had got shifted from the child to the man challenging their authority.

The officer kept staring at the man for a while. When the man didn’t let his gaze down, the officer again asked, “So you want an answer, right?”

“Right,” said the man.

“Okay, come to the police station with us. You will get your answer in detail over there,” the officer tried his next scaring tactic.

“Well, I have no problem in going to your police station if you are more comfortable answering my question there. I just want my answer wherever you give,” the man said in a very cool voice.

A Life Lessons Story of My Best Teacher in Life: All of Them Move Toward The Police Station

They all started moving toward the police station. By that time, we had also finished our tea. Without a single word uttered among us, we automatically started following them as if pulled by a magnet behind them. The road had gone absolutely empty by then at that hour.

“The best of all the gutsy soon start panting inside a police station. Some of them even wet their pants,” the officer painted a macabre image of the police station to scare him.

“I don’t mind that. You said you would answer my question in the police station, so I am going there with you. It doesn’t matter to me what all happens there,” his tone was still the same way cool.

It was time for the officer to get alarmed now. Who was this man not losing his cool despite the impending threat of what could happen with him there? He himself started getting scared a bit now.

“Who are you by the way? What connections have you got?” the officer wanted to clarify.

“Why are you getting scared? I am an ordinary man. I really don’t have any connections too. So, you can try any of your methods you are trying to scare me with. In the end, I simply want an answer to my question,” the man said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“We also have some experience of who sounds like what. The ones who don’t have any approach shout out the loudest of their imaginary connections trying to scare us. And the ones who really have them never disclose before they set off using them in real action. I can bet you have very high connections,” the officer was in a mood to hush up the matter now.

“That’s for you to decide. I simply told you the truth I don’t have any. I am on my own alone standing in front of you in my personal capacity. You can do whatever you feel like doing. But I just want the answer to my question,” the man still insisted on what he really wanted from them.

A Life Lessons Story of My Best Teacher in Life: Four of Us Follow Them A Little Behind

It was a war of nerves that the police had already appeared to have lost in a pitiable manner. The officer didn’t want to take any further risk.

“Let’s compromise,” the officer suggested as they stopped moving ahead. We also stopped where we were, trying to listen to every single word they were exchanging.

“Sorry, I don’t want any compromise, officer! I just want you to answer my question,” the man still stuck to his ground.

By then, the officer had really got frightened. He offered an unconditional apology,” We are sorry we hit the child.”

“But why did you?” the man still didn’t accept their apology.

“We found him an easy target to take out our grudges we had to suppress within,” he was looking ashamed.

“Now I got my answer. I just wanted to show you the mirror. Do you see how ugly you look in the mirror?” his tone was again the same way cool.

“Sorry sir, we will never repeat it again,” the officer looked like an erring child caught.

“And if you are so frustrated in your job, why don’t you resign and do something better? There are hundred and one better ways to earn a living,” the man still sounded equally cool.

The officer kept looking down in shame as did his entire team along.

We all dispersed as the police left from there, but I got my best teacher in the man forever. And that too when I didn’t even know his name. What he taught me alone was way more meaningful than everything together all my teachers had ever taught me in classrooms.

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A Revealing Life Lessons Story: Everyone Is the Same Way Naked Under One’s Clothes

I was 27 when I shifted from my hilly hometown to the valley below to join a theater group there. I was an aspiring writer and soon I got a mentor named Rohit Roy who was an established writer himself. Luckily, he was also a member of the same theater group and appreciated my writing style a lot. He was all out to help me whenever he could, wherever he could. I was welcome to his place all 24 hours of the day. At times I slept there at night as well. His wife took me as a family member too.

I revered Rohit to the point of having an unquestionable faith in him. Therefore, I said nothing when he directed a play written by me and changed its subtle end with a gimmick. It was despite my feeling that doing so had robbed it of its real soul. But I kept mum.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story: I Start Writing A New Play As Does Rohit

Anyway, I started writing a new play. At the same time, it coincidentally happened so that Rohit started writing a new play too. Two new plays were going to come into existence and hence everyone in the group was excited to welcome them. We both took around a couple of months to complete our scripts.

Incidentally the script completion coincided with Somesh Garg’s visit to the group, a theater activist from National School of Drama. Being an extra-intelligent person, he enchanted the group with his presence. As the new plays had already been completed, Somesh suggested a play reading session for both of them together. Rohit offered to host the session at his place with tea and snacks to make it more enjoyable.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story: The Play Reading Session

At the specified time, the session started. Somesh was ready to take notes in his notebook while the session was in progress. The first part started with the reading of Rohit’s play giving him the due respect of being a senior writer.

After the reading was over, it was time to review the play by everyone present in the session. A detailed discussion went on concerning different aspects of the play. Somesh’s notes had been the most elaborate ones as he was professionally trained in theater genre. Hence his participation in the discussion was also the most vocal. His opinions seemed to affect others’ minds as well.

In the end, everyone was supposed to give a star rating to the play in a step of half-a-point out of 5.

Rohit’s play received a whopping 4 out of 5 stars by the members of the group and Somesh.

After a refreshment break, the next was the turn of my play to be read. The same procedure was repeated again. Tea kept being served continuously by Rohit’s wife through the session.

After the reading was done, a lengthy discussion followed. In the end, the star rating was given.

I was hardly expecting 3 or 3.5 out of 5 at the most. But to my utter astonishment, my play received an exceptional 4.5 out of 5!

A Revealing Life Lessons Story: Star Rating

I wasn’t emotionally ready to ingest that much of appreciation and that too in comparison with my mentor’s play. Although it wasn’t a comparative review but it turned so as the two reviews were placed back-to-back. My eyes automatically fell on Rohit’s face and I could clearly see it turning pale. But he kept his composure and congratulated me. I wished the two plays shouldn’t have been read back to back together. But the arrow had already been shot. What had happened, had happened.

It had already turned quite late at night. Everyone took leave of one another and left. Since I lived alone, Rohit’s wife suggested me to stay back as I wouldn’t get food anywhere at that hour. She said I could stay there overnight. I agreed.

It wasn’t that Rohit’s play was criticized or got any bad reviews, but everything got centered on the star rating. Even his star rating was exceptional, but its sheen had gone paled when kept along my star rating.

We had a relationship of a mentor and a mentee with the mentee revering the mentor. It needed a gap of levels and a distance between the two as far as the creative skill levels were concerned. But all the gaps had been bridged and all the distances had been vanished in that day’s play reading session.

Rohit didn’t speak much while eating and soon after the dinner, we all went to sleep.

A Revealing Life Lessons Story: Rohit Wakes Me Up At Night

At night, at around 3 o’clock, I heard someone waking me up from my deep sleep. As I opened my eyes, I saw Rohit standing by my bed.

“What happened? Is everything okay?” I got worried.

“I just discovered why your play got 4.5 out of 5-star rating. It’s because you have used a gimmick in your play at the end that everyone fell into the trap of. But gimmicks never make a great piece of art. I think you should change the end and get another reading done for your play,” mumbled Rohit.

Although I didn’t agree with what Rohit said but I apparently acted as if I fully agreed with him. I didn’t want him to keep feeling bad about his star rating not being as good as mine anymore.

I didn’t even tell him about what he had done to the end of my old play while directing it recently. I hadn’t liked the end because he had replaced its subtle ending with a noisy gimmick himself that time.

I also didn’t want him to realize the awkwardness of telling this to me by waking me up at 3am!

I just kept mum and acted as if I fully agreed with him.

When my acceptance convinced him about the validity of his assertion, he felt relieved and went back to sleep peacefully.

But I learned a precious lesson from this entire episode. I learned that reverence was not a right thing to have for anyone anywhere on earth. I learned everyone was the same way naked under one’s clothes.

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An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: One Who Has Guts to Renounce Attracts Others

My freelance venture of group training sessions picked up reasonably well. But the best thing that it empowered me with was the freedom to do what all I was passionate about. It enabled me to make my passions center-stage while slipping silently to a secondary role for supporting me financially.

One more thing that helped me in establishing myself as a brand was my tag of being an ex-scientist. But a much bigger tag than this was my guts to have renounced such a coveted position. Somehow it gave me a bigger than life-size stature in people’s eyes professionally as well as personally.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: Shivani and Her Narcissistic Ego

Anyway, in one of my last memoirs, I had mentioned about leaving my hometown to join a theater group in the valley below. And to my utter surprise, I found my recent acquaintance Shivani as a member of the same theater group. Soon I discovered that she was the heartthrob of almost every single person in the group whether married or unmarried.

And she knew it well. On top of it she enjoyed it as a narcissistic pleasure. I found it ugly and hence kept a personal distance from her. That seemed to challenge her narcissistic ego in a big way but as it wasn’t my concern, I didn’t bother. I knew I wasn’t a narcissist but feeding a narcissist’s ego wasn’t my cup of tea. That was how my personality had grown up like.

So, the relationship between the two of us that went on for months together was a kind of love-hate relationship. She looked forward for me to join the queue of her emotional admirers as their heartthrob. The more she found it difficult to achieve, the more she kept turning critical of me.

I was no less so. I could never appreciate her acting skills and openly criticized her performances. That was another blow on her ego. Her problem was that she couldn’t write me off owing to my performance as a writer director. More important was my bigger than life-size stature that my renunciation of a coveted career had imparted to me.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: I Play An Actor

Then it happened that another director wanted to cast me as an actor in the lead role in his play. I tried to avoid but he somehow convinced me. I played the role of Jesus Christ who had to carry his own cross for his crucifixion. It was a very intense role that I received a lot of accolades for. That was the first time when Shivani came up to me and genuinely congratulated me.

“You are not only a writer director, but you are also a great actor!” her eyes were shining as she spoke.

“Thanks a lot for appreciation!” I humbly said.

“I know you never appreciated my acting. Earlier I thought you had no right to criticize me as an actor since you never wore an actor’s shoes. But now you have established your authority to criticize my acting. My salutes to you!” she really saluted as she said these words.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: Somesh’s Weird Plan

Very shortly after this episode, another weird episode took place. A theater activist and entrepreneur named Somesh Garg visited the valley in connection with a business project he had started there. He was from National School of Drama, where Shivani and I were planning to take admission in the coming session.

It was a premium institute of the country in the field of theater. Its pass-outs easily got an entry into the glamorous world of Bombay film industry as well. Somesh also visited our theater group and interacted with every member as if he was assessing them all. Everyone was enchanted by his presence in our group.

He stayed there for a couple days. Before leaving the valley, he requested me to meet him in person if possible. I went to his hotel where he was staying and asked him what he had called me for.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: Somesh Asks for My Opinion

“May I ask you for a personal favor?” he said.

“Say,” I went curious.

“I found you the most intelligent and trustable person in the group,” he looked at me intently.

“I don’t know. I have never been so sure about myself,” I smiled.

“I don’t think I have assessed you wrong,” he insisted.

“Well, in that case it has inflated my ego. Tell me what personal favor you are asking for before it gets deflated back,” I smiled slyly this time.

Somesh kept laughing for long. Then he very slowly asked me in a very low volume,” What’s your opinion about Shivani?”

“My opinion? She is very beautiful,” I again played naughty.

“Don’t tease me now,” Somesh requested.

“Okay, in my opinion she is a mixed bag of virtues and vices,” I gave my frank opinion.

“If you have to describe her in one word, what would that be?” Somesh took it a step further.

“Could I use two, one virtue and one vice?” I sought for a little more flexibility.

“Go ahead,” said Somesh.

“Adventurous and manipulative,” I described her in two words.

“The first one needs passion and the second needs sharpness,” he smiled as he tried to analyze my description.

“Okay, now tell me what personal favor you are asking me for?” I straight came to the point.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: Somesh Requests for My Help

“I have fallen for her. And I can provide to her all she wants from life. I want to marry her. Could you advocate my case to her?” he straight came to the point too.

“You are employing a very shabby method. It’s risky for you. If you want a thing done right, do it yourself. What if she shoots the messenger?” I warned him.

“There is nothing indecent in what I am proposing. Why would she shoot the messenger?” he put his logic forward.

“I am not talking of decency or indecency. I am saying what if she shoots the messenger with her Cupid’s arrow?” I clarified my warning.

“I have full faith in your trustability,” he smiled.

“An open door tempts even a saint,” I smiled back slyly.

“I could have done it on my own, had I been stationed here in the valley. You spend long hours with her every day and that’s what you can utilize to plead my case my lord. Will you?” Somesh looked at me with high hopes as he smiled.

“No guarantees! I can just try. The final verdict rests with the real Lord sitting up in the sky,” I gave my verdict.

“Fair enough! I will remain thankful to you for my entire life,” Somesh held my hands with a feeling of gratefulness.

An Intriguing Life Lessons Story: The Execution

After Somesh had left, I sat with Shivani on a free day and presented Somesh’s case in the most attractive words. But what happened was what I had feared the most. She actually shot the messenger with her Cupid’s arrow. And she didn’t just shoot him with one of them, she rather kept emptying her quiver until the messenger fell.

I was hit so hard I couldn’t avoid falling for her. My warnings given to Somesh had come true. Soon we were in each other’s arms.

“You know what attracted me the most toward you?” she asked softly.

“I don’t know. It always intrigues me when someone gets attracted toward me,” I expressed my wonder.

“Your guts to renounce! You don’t run after things and even have guts to renounce what you already have. Like you renounced your luxurious engineering career for a new freelance venture. It was this that got me attracted to you the very first day when Rahul had introduced you to us. I know you too have been attracted to me all along even if for my beauty alone. I know my beauty has spoiled me as a person. People chase me for it and I enjoy when they do. But you never chased me once. And now you are ready to renounce me for Somesh’s sake! How do you do that? I never could. But I love the ones who can. I do love you,” she stopped speaking only when her lips got stuck on to mine.

Life had taught me another precious lesson that day.

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A Daring Life Lessons Story: Challenging Authority Needs Responsible Guts

At age 26, on heading back to my hometown after resigning from my job, I had joined a postgraduate literature course. This was before I moved down to the valley to join a theater group a few months later.

A Daring Life Lessons Story: The Principal Raises An Objection

As I filled up the form and submitted it, the principal raised an objection. He said I didn’t have a graduate degree in literature; hence I didn’t qualify for admission in a postgraduate course. I showed him the rules allowing a graduate degree in technology as a sufficient qualification for any postgraduate course in literature anywhere.

It rendered him answer-less. But then he picked up another point in the form where I had declared myself as my own guardian. He said it wasn’t permissible. Actually, he was looking for any possible objection to my admission as my initiative had scared him about my intentions.

A graduate engineer had never applied for a postgraduate literature course in his college before. Why I was doing so generated a fear of the unknown in his mind. Hence he wanted to reject my application on any grounds he could put his finger on. It was an obsessive precautionary step on his part to stay away from any possible trouble if ever.

A Daring Life Lessons Story: I Raise My Objection to Principal’s Objection

“Do you mean I have no right to education in case I don’t have a traditional guardian?” I questioned.

“Don’t you really have one? It has never happened in the history of the college before,” said the principal in an apprehensive tone.

“There is always a first time for everything anywhere. And I am an adult which confers a right on me to be my own guardian. Isn’t it?” I was determined to declare myself as my own guardian.

He was again rendered answerless. Hence, he decided to give a clear voice to his apprehension.

“No one with an engineering graduation up one’s sleeve ever takes admission in a postgraduate literature course. What are your intentions behind doing so?” he was looking straight into my eyes.

“Nothing malafide!” I started laughing.

The principal couldn’t stop me from getting my admission. But he did alert the head of the literature department to keep a watch on me.

A Daring Life Lessons Story: My Tussle with The Head of Department

Next day when I attended my first class by head of the department, he asked all students to introduce themselves. He chose me to be the last one to do so and very cautiously listened to every single word I spoke out. I had already spoken it all in other teachers’ classes before and attracted my class fellows’ attention. We had all become quite friendly as a group by then.

“I don’t consider you to be a bonafide student in my class,” the head passed on an objectionable comment.

“You are insulting me, sir!” I raised an objection.

“No, I am telling you the reality and warning others to stay away from you,” he attacked me again.

“What makes you say that?” I asked him to clarify.

“I told you I don’t consider you to be a bonafide student in my class,” he repeated his assertion.

A Daring Life Lessons Story: Tit for Tat

“I don’t consider you to be a bonafide teacher in this college,” I gave a tit for tat back.

“How dare you say that to a head of the department?” the head roared.

“The way you dare say the same to a student officially admitted to your class,” I kept my tone cool.

“You will need to ask for an apology for having said that, right now here in front of the class.”

“The same should apply to you as well, sir,” my tone was still cool.

“What does the class say on this? Raise your hands who say he should apologize,” the head looked toward students.

No one raised their hands.

“Please raise your hands who say he should apologize and not I,” I again gave a tit for tat back.

All hands were raised.

The head kept looking at their raised hands for a while. Then he announced, “I won’t teach this class until all of you make him apologize in public.”

A Daring Life Lessons Story: I Challenge Authority of The Head

His subject was literary criticism. And I was sure I could teach it very easily as per syllabus in case he refused. I said, “No problem! I will teach it for the entire session in case you don’t.”

“And fail everyone in the university exams! Literary criticism isn’t a joke to understand,” he ridiculed me.

“I challenge you not a single student will fail in literary criticism in case I take a responsibility to hold classes. Please raise hands if everyone is ready,” I asked the class as I challenged the head.

All hands were raised again.

The head left the class saying, “Don’t call me throughout the session if you face any problem.”

“Don’t worry sir. I won’t let them face any problem,” I challenged him back again.

He left the class fuming in rage. I had to take up an extra responsibility of preparing my lectures to teach my class fellows for an entire session. I did that very responsibly. And everyone passed comfortably with me ranking first in the final exams held by the university.

Had it not happened so, I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself throughout my life. I was happy I had the guts to challenge authority in the most responsible way. That was the reason the head also apologized to me after the session was over and results were out.

As the session got over, I left my hometown to join a theater group in the valley below.

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We Need to Reject Our Mentors If and When They Start Dominating Us

By age 26, I had decided to make a change of career in my life. Along with being a scientist, I had some extra skills at my behest including various different soft skills. I planned to train corporate and open groups in soft skills as a freelancer. Such offerings were much in demand, and I could deal with them very easily.

Job Vs Freelancing

The reasons for my decision were more than one. First of all, I wasn’t happy with the quality of research we were made to do as scientists. Secondly, I had started getting suffocated in the binding that a job ties everyone with. You turn a slave to your employer whoever that employer is.

But as a freelancer you become a free soul altogether. You get the freedom to choose your own pace whenever you want. You are not even tied to a single place to work from. You could go to any place on earth and advertise your training workshop. You yourself become the brand of your own freelance business. And that’s all you need to do along with really training the groups!

That was what I did and took a bold step to resign from my luxurious job. And that’s what I have been doing to date since then. Anyway, when I started it, I headed to my hometown the very first.

My First Mentor in Life

One of my old friends there suggested me to visit someone who had become the talk of the town recently. As he told me his whereabouts, I discovered his younger brother had been my class fellow in school. Later his younger sister who was a lecturer in a degree college had also become a very close friend of mine.

Anyway, I went to his place and introduced myself. His name was Rahul Negi and he had recently returned from Kenya where he was the principal in a college. He was 38 years old, and I got impressed with his knowledge in the very first meeting. Soon we became best friends, in fact not friends, rather he became my first mentor in life. We did many projects in the town together that made us quite popular over there.

But there was one thing about his personality that always intrigued me. Whenever I asked him about his younger brother, he always told everything in detail about him. But when I asked about his younger sister who had been my very close friend, he always evaded the question. By that time, she had already got married.

My Mentor Introduces Me To His Friend And His Daughter

Anyway, he once got me introduced to one of his friends who we met along with his daughter walking on the road. They were not from the town but had come from the valley below.

After a few days I was walking alone on the bus route outside the town. As a bus crossed my way from the opposite side, I heard a female voice shouting ‘hello’ from within. I looked back as the bus had moved a little distance by then and found a girl waving at me. I couldn’t recall if I ever knew that girl. I wasn’t also quite sure if it was I alone or someone else she was waving at. Hence, I didn’t wave back and went my way further.

Next week, I again heard a voice shouting ‘hello’ from the other side of the road. As I looked up, I saw a girl pointing toward me. Again, I couldn’t make it sure if it was I alone or someone else she was pointing toward. Hence, I started checking my left, right and back if there could be anyone else who she might be pointing toward.

“Hey, I am talking to you,” she said aloud as she crossed the road and came near me.

“Do we know each other?” I was intrigued as her tone voiced like she already knew me well.

“I waved from the bus last week and you didn’t wave back at me,” she complained.

“Have we met before?” I was still confused.

“Have you forgotten? We got introduced by Rahul Negi the other day. I am Shivani Bisht, Dev Bisht’s daughter,” she reminded me.

Shivani Takes Me To Task Lovingly

“Oh, I am really sorry. I am not very good at keeping names and faces in mind,” I apologized.

“That happens only when they are not important to you,” she smiled.

“Yes, name and faces have never been very important to me. What interests me is the personality,” I admitted.

“Or maybe my name and face aren’t even worth remembering,” she teased me.

“No, both your name and face are so beautiful! How can one forget them?” I tried to undo my folly.

“And still you did! No one else has ever done it in my life,” she went a little boastful of her beauty. In fact, she was really exceptionally beautiful.

“The fault is mine,” I again apologized.

“No, I am wondering what a kind of man you are,” she really sounded like wondering.

“Weird!” I gave a concrete word to her vague wonder.

“Yes, of course; but very uniquely so!” she was still looking at my face with a sense of wonder.

We took leave of each other. While we were going our ways, she again called me back from behind.

As I turned back, I heard her saying,” I would like to meet you again.”

“I too certainly would,” I said before I left.

Later it came to my mind how we would meet as we didn’t have each other’s whereabouts. But it was too late by then. Those were not the days of mobile phones and social media yet.

After a few months, I went down to the valley to join a theater group there. And to my utter surprise, Shivani was also a member of the same group.

I specialized as a writer director in theater. Within a year, situations took a dramatic turn which ended up in an affair between the two of us while we were rehearsing together for a new play. That was a weird turn of events I will be writing down in one of my next memoirs further. But when her father came to know about our affair, he raised an objection and complained to Rahul, my mentor.

The Tragic Life Lessons Story Starts Unfolding Itself

Rahul came down to the valley and met me at the venue of rehearsal. He took me away and accused me of having given him a bad name in the eyes of his friend.

“How does it give YOU a bad name?” I curiously asked.

“It’s because I had got you introduced to them the very first,” he replied.

“But she would anyway have been there in the play even if you hadn’t introduced us. We would still have met and might have fallen in love with each other,” I gave my logic.

“Don’t argue with me. It wouldn’t have been a blot on my face then. What you have done is morally wrong,” his tone had gone bitter by then.

“I don’t understand how and why falling in love can ever be morally wrong,” said I, innocently.

“You have taken an undue advantage of my introducing you to them,” he still stuck to his point.

Suddenly, it struck to me why he had always evaded my questions about his younger sister. I immediately realized that despite his intellectual superiority, he was a patriarch in the deepest traits of his personality, emotionally.

“I considered you my mentor to date, but not anymore. You or anyone else has no right to dominate me for what I do or what I don’t in my life. And since you, my mentor, have done so, I reject you as my mentor with immediate effect. Goodbye!”

I shook hands with him and went back to my rehearsal.

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A Top Adult Game That Summons Up Deep Healing Energy Has All Elements to Change Us As A Person

I went for a series of treks to the inner reaches of Lahaul Valley in Himachal. For this series of treks, I had made Manali as my intermediate station on the way.

I look for a plain stretch of land on the bank of River Manalsu to peg my tent.

I looked for a plain stretch of land on the bank of River Manalsu to peg my tent. The river originated just a few miles away from the snowy peaks around and its water was absolutely transparent. It made bathing, washing and drinking water very comfortable for me to manage. A mile away from the pegging spot, it joined grayish stream of River Beas unfit to consume as drinking water.

What an ideal stretch of land was this to peg a tent and enjoy all those facilities around! I decided to spend a few days there before moving further ahead. A couple days later as I was basking in the sun outside my tent, another trekker approached me. She was carrying her rook sac on her shoulders and looking for a stretch of land for pegging her tent.

Another Trekker Looks for A Stretch of Land for Pegging Her Tent

“Could I peg my tent adjacent to yours on this beautiful stretch here?” she kind of asked for my permission.

“I don’t own this land, so you have full right to settle yourself down anywhere you feel like,” I smiled.

“I hope we are gonna be a good company. I’m Maya Brown from California,” she introduced herself.

“I am Laadi Ojas, native to this land. Surprisingly we also have the name Maya in our culture meaning illusion. I hope you aren’t an illusion and so you are welcome here,” I showed my friendly gesture.

“Maybe I am a ghost and gobble you up anytime,” she laughed as I helped her in pegging her tent. It had a bright red color making a beautiful combination with my bright yellow tent.

I Help Maya in Pegging Her Tent

The more the merrier! We started having a very good time together. She told me her stories of California while I familiarized her with the Indian culture. She was a professional traveler and wrote her travelogues of wherever she traveled. Then she clicked photos of her treks and sent her travelogues along with her photographs to a few American magazines. One single travelogue fetched her enough money sufficient to manage six months of her travel. I thanked her for introducing me to a new avenue to travel for free and sustain myself while I trekked.

After another couple of days, we planned to move further on our trek to the interiors of Lahaul together. In the beginning, I found it a little difficult to get on to her American accent while listening to her. But very soon I started speaking the same accent myself pretty fluently.

We planned to move further on our trek to the interiors of Lahaul together.

She told me her story of how her parents had separated from each other recently when she started feeling lonely. And then she took a decision to leave them both and never marry in life herself. That initiated her into turning a professional writer along with a professional traveler. She was very happy traveling to distant lands and interacting with unknown people writing their stories in her travelogues.

We crossed Rohtang Pass on the first day and entered Lahaul Valley at Khoksar on the other side of it. It was a very rich valley as people grew some very rare crops there which straight got exported internationally. The average height of the valley was around 10,000 feet above sea level. Two rivers Chandra and Bhaga flowed through it merging their waters at Tandi with their confluence named as River Chenab.

Next day, we moved further from Khoksar and walked around 25 miles to reach the confluence at Tandi. We were taken aback by the expanse of its beauty that the two rivers had created through merging into one. We found a rare thicket on the side opposite to the village and pegged our tents inside it. Then we moved out to enjoy the scenery created by the confluence. Maya clicked a number of photographs catching the beauty of Chandra, Bhaga and Chenab separately as well as together. Then we moved up to a tea stall enjoying hot tea along with Maya capturing images of locals over there.

Confluence of Chandra and Bhaga Rivers at Tandi in Lahaul

Dusk had already started falling by the time we reached back our tents. We started sipping red wine with our readymade dinner together.

“My trip to India is gonna come to an end,” said Maya as she took a big sip of wine.

“Are you going back to California? Why so soon?” I had started relishing her company quite a lot by now.

“Not back to California, moving forward to China now! And it’s not soon. I have been traveling through India for the past one year. It was only that I met you so late. I wish we had met before,” she said as she looked deep into my eyes.

I kept looking into hers too.

“I want to make my last few days with you more memorable before we part forever,” she blurted.

“Are you proposing sex?” I could smell what direction our company was gonna take us to.

“Do you accept my proposal? Yes, I am proposing sex,” she again looked at me intently.

“Could I suggest something else making our last few days together more memorable than that?” I asked for her permission.

“What’s that?” she went curious.

Summon Up Deep Healing Energy with This Top Adult Game!

“We have already got attracted to each other a lot. Could we continue increasing it further with our bare bodies exciting but not touching the other? Simple sex will simply dilute the attraction. I wanna bear it while turning it unbearable,” I completed my proposal.

“It will pull my soul out of myself. Yours too!” her eyes turned wide open like popping out as she imagined what it was gonna be like.

“If imagining it alone turned you so excited, think what the actual game could do,” I put my point across.

“What if it tears our bodies from within?” she smiled naughtily.

“It will become eternally memorable in that case,” I smiled back naughtily too.

“Sounds challenging!” she turned serious now.

“It’s the ultimate adventure, summoning up energy and keeping it within without throwing it out. Are you ready?” I asked for her final approval.

She didn’t reply but started baring her body in response. I followed suit. We went inside her tent and switched one of our torchlights on.

Summon Up Deep Healing Energy with This Top Adult Game!

Time stood still. We forgot we were tired. It was a state of flow we had entered bearing the unbearable. We lost track of time until the rising sun told us the night was over. We were as fresh as waking after a deep sound sleep for long. We didn’t feel like stopping playing our game, but we respected the call of the sun and wore our clothes. We hadn’t touched each other even once throughout the night. But we felt we had kept having a 12 hour long orgasm every single second of it.

We kept looking forward to playing our game every day for the next few days we were together for. Our game changed us as a person making us feel we had been together since eternity. Taking each other’s leave while she left no more instilled any feeling of missing the other. We felt like having developed a bond of indomitable energy that would keep us together till eternity.

We taught each other, we learned from each other, and we went our ways thanking each other from deep within!

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A Loner Is One Who Never Feels Lonely Alone, One Who Feels So Needs Company in Relationships

I had always been a loner since my early childhood. But the majority of people needs other people around them whether friends or strangers, or even foes.

Alone But Not Lonely

This is a story of my return from a solo trek I had already completed.

I got caught in a snowy whirlwind on top of Rohtang Pass in the Himalayas

I was on my way back via Rohtang Pass when I got caught in a whirlwind on top of it. It was at a height of more than 13,000 feet above the sea level. The intensity of that freezing whirlwind went on increasing as I tried looking for a shelter around. But I found none as far as my eyes could see.

I decided to lie down where I was. I had thought it would push me less than if I kept standing in front of its rotating gusts. But it was of no help as it started rolling me along with my rook sac on my back. It was better keeping standing than lying down on its rocky surface.

Every single freezing gust of the whirlwind threw me away 10-15 feet to one side and then to another. It kept tumbling me wildly without giving any respite in between. My body was exhausted and I reached the verge of losing my consciousness. I came to feel it was the end of my life and I would be dead within a few minutes. I had been braving the whirlwind for half an hour by then. I had no strength left in my body anymore.

I was rescued by an army truck

As I was about to give in to my impending death, I suddenly saw an army truck passing by. I shouted at the top of my voice and started throwing snowballs in the direction of the truck. My shouts died down in the noise of the wind but my snowballs luckily drew the attention of the driver. As he looked toward me, I started waving my arms wildly above my head.

Within seconds, four men got down from the truck and ran toward me. Before I lost my consciousness, they had already supported my body in their arms.

Marhi, a shanty hamlet of roadside restaurants between Manali and Rohtang Pass

We got down at Marhi, a shanty hamlet of roadside restaurants between Manali and Rohtang Pass. It was at a height of 11,000 feet above the sea level. They made me lie down in one of those restaurants where they had burnt logwoods to keep it warm. I was served with a hot glass of sweet milk and taken care until I came to my senses actively. They suggested me to take rest and instructed the restaurant owner to take care of me. Later I pegged my tent and shifted inside it. Soon I fell deep asleep.

I was fully refreshed as I woke up the next morning in my tent covered fully inside my sleeping bag. By that time, the sun had risen quite high in the azimuth indicating it was late morning. I had slept almost for 15 hours like a log. I freshened up and stood out in the sun to soak its heat.

As I sat out in the sun outside the restaurant, I took out my mini folding magnetic chessboard

As I sat out in the sun outside the restaurant, I took out my mini folding magnetic chessboard. Then I started playing a game moving pieces from both sides in turns.

There was a white-skinned foreigner sitting on a nearby table having his breakfast. He found my style of playing from both sides in turns very interesting and innovative.

“How do you play from both sides against your own moves,” he smiled as he asked me aloud.

“I assume two different identities while playing from two different sides,” I smiled back looking at him intently.

“Don’t you find it difficult to switch identities so frequently?” he sounded curious.

“I don’t get emotionally attached to either of them,” I gave my explanation.

“But the two thinking minds are the same. Don’t both think alike?” he again put his point across.

“They think their best both the times from the angles of their pieces. Angles are what change them as two different minds,” I smiled extra-wide this time.

“Interesting!” he exclaimed and asked, “Could I join you from the other side?”

“You’re welcome!” I made room for him taking some of my stuff to my side of the table.

Alexandre from France joins me for chess

He got his breakfast shifted to my table and introduced himself to me. “I’m Alexandre from France. I’ve been trekking in the Himalayas for quite a few months,” said Alexandre.

“Alone?” I went curious.

“Yes, I always travel alone. It gives you a lot of freedom,” he expressed his opinion.

“And I always live alone. It gives you a whole lot of absolute freedom,” I expressed mine.

“Are you a loner?” asked Alexandre.

“I think yes. I never feel lonely,” I replied.

“Do you never miss your relations?” Alexandre curiously asked.

“No, I am so busy interacting with new people around that I don’t get time to miss my old relations. I like making new interactions more than missing old relations,” I smiled as I asked him back, “do you miss yours?”

“I have been trekking alone for the last five months, but I am not sure if I am a loner or not,” replied Alexandre.

By that time, I had set the chessmen for a new game to start. We made our initial moves quite fast. But soon the maneuvers on the chessboard started getting complex. Our moves went on getting slower and slower as they turned getting more and more complex.

A young couple kissing passionately outside their tent in snow

In the meantime, a young couple had come out of their tent that they had pitched nearby. As they came out, they started passionately kissing and hugging each other. Alexandre kept looking at them stealthily in between his moves. For me my moves were more important than stealing their love-making looks.

Alexandre’s attention toward them went on becoming more and more compulsive in between his moves. He had started taking a lot more time to make his next moves by now.

I needed to remind him, “It’s your move, Alexandre!”

“O yes,” he moved his attention back on the chessboard. But before he could make a move, his eyes had again turned toward them.

After a few minutes, I again reminded him, “Alexandre, it’s your move!”

“O yes,” he moved his attention back on the chessboard again. But then again, before he could make a move, his eyes had compulsively turned toward them.

After a couple minutes, I reminded him the third time, “It’s your move, Alexandre!”

Alexandre Starts Feeling Nostalgic Lonely Alone

He pushed the chessboard away as he said, “Let’s not play right now. I am missing my girlfriend back in Paris looking at this couple’s passion for each other. I’ll go back to France now and kiss her and hug her with the same passion.”

I simply smiled and said nothing.

“We have our farms in the outskirts of Paris. And she loves me as much as I love her,” Alexandre seemed like needing sharing his emotions with me.

I kept listening to him intently with a compassionate smile on my face.

He went on speaking, “I have realized I am not a loner. I miss my old relations very strongly. I need company with my relationships.”

I stood up, went up to him and hugged him compassionately.

“We will complete our game if and when we ever meet in life again,” Alexandre’s eyes had gone wet.

I laughed out loud saying, “That time it wouldn’t be another interaction between us like today. It would rather be a revival of an old relation that we have established today with our interaction here.”

Alexandre started laughing too!

We packed our bags and moved back to Manali together.

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Unplanned Spontaneous Interactions Satiate Way More Than Planned Personal Relationships!

I was 25 years old when I went on a loosely planned solo trek in the Himalayas. I chose a less trodden path to join two points in my flexible itinerary passing through a dense forest. I was told it would take around 8 hours to cross the forest. And it would reach a river valley with a sprawling view of the high hills around. The jungle path was a steep climb to the top of a hill with a steeper descent into the valley.

My Trek through The Hilly Forest

The forest was breathtakingly awe-inspiring in its wilderness. The sun rays weren’t able to pierce through its extremely dense cover of tall trees loaded with leaves all around. It exuded a mysterious feeling in its environment. There was pin-drop silence all around broken by the sound of my steps crushing the dry leaves fallen below.

There wasn’t even a bridle-path visible that would have guided me through the right direction I was supposed to take. It was because not many people took that forest route to reach the valley for fear of bears in it. Although bears are herbivorous yet at times, they could attack humans fatally. I still took the risk as I was familiar with a few ways to dodge bears. Moreover, I was looking for an experience of a real adventure in my trek.

Navigating through The Dense Forest

I proceeded further by following the right direction taking me to the river valley at the right spot. But the sun was almost entirely invisible partly due to the denseness and partly due to clouds in the sky. Hence following the right direction became more of a guesswork than a calculated directional navigation.

But unfortunately, I lost my way through the jungle. Somehow, I kept blindly trying to reach the right point leading to the valley. But it was a dense maze of trees that gave no idea which way to go. I still kept on blindly walking in the hope of hitting the jackpot.

I Pegged My Tent in The Forest

It started getting dark and cold. I thought I would stop for the night and navigate my way the next day. Luckily, I had got all the trekking accessories with me along with food and water for a full day. I pegged my tent at a suitable place and ate what I had. I was very tired, hence I opened my sleeping bag filled with goose down and zipped it up around me. I also zipped down my tent and locked it from inside.

Next day I woke up early. I thought I would try to find my way as soon during the day as possible. After refreshing I immediately ate whatever was left, packed my gear and moved ahead.

I kept climbing for hours but to no avail. I started feeling hungry, but my supplies were over. Suddenly I came across a tree laden with red-colored fruit. I had never seen it before. But my botanical logic assured me that if it was so colorful, it was meant to be eaten by animals. I first took a very little bite into my mouth. The taste was awesome. I gulped it in and waited for a few minutes to check its reaction. Nothing wrong seemed to happen. I took the second bite that was a little larger in size and waited again for sometime. When I still sensed no harmful reaction, I ate a handful and filled all my food boxes with it. Now I had enough food with me for one more day.

I Saw A Bear Coming Toward Me at A Distance

As soon as I moved a little away, I saw a bear coming toward me at a distance. I just skipped a beat and froze motionless, lying down where I was. As the bear came closer, I even stopped my breath. My trick and my luck worked together. The bear smelled me and might have taken me to be a corpse. Whatever it was, it moved further down to the tree where I was eating its fruit a few minutes ago. Looked like the bear was hungry too!

After eating plentiful fruit, the bear made its way further down. Once I was sure it was no more there in the vicinity, I quickly made my way upward away from the bear as fast as possible.

What a narrow escape it was!

I had to spend even the second night in the forest. But luckily, I had enough of awesome tasting fruit collected from the tree sufficient till the next morning.

Next day after the breakfast, I climbed further up. And lo, as I reached the top, I discovered I had hit the right spot to climb down the valley. It was a kind of pass between high hills on both sides. I could easily have missed it if I had been even a few hundred meters away from it horizontally on my climbing path.

I Climbed Down The Valley

The climb down was steeper than the climb up but this time gravity was there to support me. I only had to take care of balancing my steps so that the gravity wouldn’t tumble me rolling down. So, I moved down carefully and reached the riverbank within 3 hours crossing it to the other side. It was a fast-flowing hilly brook with quite a few round stones brought down with its flow from hills. They worked as make-shift bridges to cross it with carefully balancing one’s steps on to them.

As I crossed the river, I heard a loud voice coming from a distance, “Are you a ghost?”

A Woman Washing Clothes in The River

And as I looked toward the direction of the voice coming from, I saw a woman washing clothes in the flow of the river.

“Do I look like one?” I shouted back from the distance.

“No human ever comes climbing down from the jungle up there,” she shouted in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Why?” I asked shouting again, moving a little closer to her.

“Many got killed up there, that’s why,” this time she didn’t have to shout that loud.

“Who kills them?” I went curious.

“Bear! There are plenty of them in the jungle. They don’t like people disturbing them. Didn’t you meet any?” sounded like she was still apprehensive of my existence as a human.

“I did. I did meet one,” I informed.

“And it killed you and you became a ghost! Tell me if you are one and I will straight run away from here,” she really stood up in caution!

“No, it spared me taking me to be a corpse. I acted well. I even stole its fruit. Look! It’s so tasty,” I showed her a few of those left with me.

“Yes, that is bear’s favorite food. How dare you eat it?” she seemed to start believing I wasn’t a ghost.

“But it’s so tasty! Why don’t you grow it in your village?” I proposed.

“And invite bears over there?” she outright rejected my proposal.

“But have you ever tasted it? It’s awesome!” I invited her to taste one extending my hand toward her.

She very cautiously moved ahead, took it from my hand and took a small bite out of it. Her eyes spread wide as she gulped it full.

“Wow!” she exclaimed.

“Now do you believe I am not a ghost?” I sat down where I was and started enjoying scenery around.

She didn’t reply and I started looking at the hill where I had descended from.

Suddenly a huge burst of water drenched me full. I sprang up when I heard her saying, “Now I believe you are not a ghost. Ghosts never get wet,” she had poured an entire vessel full of water on to my head!

“I will have to change my clothes now,” I sort of complained.

“Sorry, let me help you. Do you have them in your bag?” she felt a bit guilty and started opening my rook sac.

I saw there was another exactly similar vessel lying where she was sitting washing her clothes. I got a strong urge to equal with her. Without even thinking for a moment, I rushed bringing it to do with her what she had done with me.

It was her turn to be taken aback this time. As she looked at me surprised, I said laughing, “I also believe you are not a ghost, now.”

She stood up saying, “I don’t even have clothes to change.”

“In that case, I won’t change mine too,” I gave her a supportive stance.

She Kept Looking at Me for More Than A Minute

She kept looking at me for more than a minute without a single blink. I could sense a seductive look in her eyes as she said, “Let’s dry them in the sun. No one ever comes here at this point for fear of straying bears. Only I have been doing it ever since my childhood. This place is actually my emotional shelter.”

We spread our clothes for drying in the sun placing stones on them so that wind wouldn’t fly them away. Then we entered inside a shallow silent pool built naturally in a corner of the river’s dancing flow to hide our bare bodies. We stayed inside the river for around three hours. She looked to be in her late twenties from her face but certainly in her late teens from her body.

As she left for her village, she said, “Thank you, I didn’t know it could ever feel so good too!”

We didn’t even know each other’s names, but I still remember her to date. I had many relationships before and after this episode, but none ever matched the passion of that spontaneous interaction.

Unplanned spontaneous interactions certainly satiate way more than even the best planned relationships!

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An Empty Mind Is Driven by Curiosity and Creativity

I remember an amusing story from my life when I had just completed my degree in electronics engineering. I was yet to turn 21 in a few months. I applied for a government job in Defense Research Development Organization as a scientific officer in one of its laboratories. After a few days, I received an interview call from Union Public Service Commission. I headed to its venue to face the interview on the scheduled date.

The Venue of Interview

As I reached the venue of interview, I saw hundreds of candidates waiting to be interviewed for the same post. It was only one single vacancy and there were so many candidates vying for it, it being a premium position. Seeing such a huge crowd, I immediately made up my mind for psychologically getting ready to be rejected.

Mathematically speaking, I had only 0.5% chance of getting selected. And the interview board had to complete all the interviews in one single day. Hence everyone was being given around 2.5 minutes to prove her/his worth for the post.

After a long wait, came my turn. I entered the interview hall. There was a board of four interviewers headed by the chairman sitting on the other side of a huge table. I wished them and the chairman offered me to sit on the lone chair lying in front of their table. I was ready to reply to any questions they would ask me for the next 2.5 minutes.

A Religious Mind Is Driven by Morality

My application form was lying in front of the chairman and he looked at it with a perplexed expression on his face. I silently kept waiting to face his first question with a technically correct answer to the best of my knowledge.

After a long eerie silence, came the chairman’s first question as if blaming me for what I had done. He really attacked me, saying, “What have you written here in your form in the column of religion? You have written N.A. in front of ‘State your religion’ query. What do you mean by it?”

I really got amused. I said, “Sir, N.A. means not applicable.”

He got offended, “Well, I know what N.A. means. What I am asking is how it’s possible that it’s not applicable.”

I calmly said, “It’s because I don’t have any.”

“Any what?” he was getting impatient as well as irritated with me.

Agnosticism

“Religion! I don’t have any religion.”

“But how’s that possible?” he wasn’t able to believe what I was saying.

“It’s possible, sir. You can see one in front of you sitting here,” I smiled.

“Don’t your parents have a religion?” came the next question from him. The other three members were keeping absolutely quiet.

“They do,” I said.

“Then by default you have inherited it from them,” he tried to make me understand.

“I don’t think religion is an inheritable entity. One needs to develop one’s own faith to follow a certain religion,” I said.

He further got more perplexed, “And do you say you haven’t developed your faith yet?”

“Yes, I couldn’t,” I said,” and I don’t think we should develop any faith ever.”

He wasn’t able to believe what I was saying. He almost shrieked, “What are you talking? Are you a negative personality?”

I didn’t lose my cool, “No sir, I am an agnostic personality.”

“Do you mean atheist?” his inflection while saying his last word was that of a scorn in his voice.

I still kept calm, “I am an agnostic.”

“What does that mean?” looked like he wasn’t much familiar with the deep meaning of this particular word.

I tried to tell him about the differences between, theism, atheism and agnosticism. But he wasn’t looking convinced.

A Seriously Religious Mind

We kept discussing on this same topic for 15 minutes when suddenly he realized he was under pressure of time. He immediately said, “Let’s have the technical interview now.”

He wasn’t looking very pleased with the direction that our discussion had taken exposing his intolerance. Under the influence of his value system, he might have assessed my technical knowledge would be pathetic. Hence to show me down, he might have thought of making a fun of me. He asked me the easiest question on the topic challenging me if I even knew that much or not.

An Empty Mind

“Can you draw an adder circuit?” he was smiling conspiringly.”

“No sir, I don’t have it in my mind right at the moment,” I said.

His smile went wider, “You don’t even know how to draw an adder circuit?” his tone was showing pity.

“No sir, I do know how but I don’t always keep it in my mind keeping it burdened,” I explained.

“What’ll you do if you need to draw it during your work?” he challenged me once again.

“I will deduce it then and there,” I offered the immediate solution.

“And how much time will you take deducing it?” he was trying to show that it wasn’t a feasible solution.

“Say, 20 seconds,” I threw his challenge back to him.

The Challenge

“Here is your paper and here is your pen. Your time starts now!” he started looking at his watch as he said this.

I was on my job without losing any time. And when I gave back my paper in just 15 seconds with deduction and drawing, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Did you really deduce it right now or are you just trying to impress us?” he asked, doubting my intentions.

“I don’t think I need to impress you, sir,” by this time I had become fed up with his senile behavior.

“Okay, that’s it. You can go now,” he said in a curt voice.

As I was going back, I heard him saying in a sorry tone, “God bless you!”

It was like he was seeking His pardon from his side for what I had done wrong with Him.

While going out, I checked I had been in the interview hall for a duration of full 18 minutes. And none of the rest three members of the interview board had asked me a single question.

I Get Selected

I left all hopes to get selected and started applying elsewhere. But to my utter astonishment, one day I received a letter informing me that I had been selected. I couldn’t believe that such an antagonistic interview would ever end up in my selection for such a coveted position.

Anyway, I joined the job and discovered that chairman was a deputy director in the laboratory as second in-charge. He didn’t even look happy to see me there and never talked to me cordially.

By the way, there was another deputy director in the laboratory who was the third in-charge. He somehow started liking me a lot for some reason I never knew what. He would often call me to his office after lunch to have a cup of coffee or tea together. Though I was way junior to him yet, for some reason, he turned fond of having informal chats with me.

An Empty Mind Is Driven by Curiosity, A Seriously Religious Mind Is Driven by Morality

One day while we were chatting, he suddenly asked me, “Do you know how you were selected for your job?”

“No!” I said, “Even I was surprised when I got the selection letter. There were hundreds of candidates in the interview, many of them being quite experienced as well. I really wonder how it happened.”

“You just got the highest marks in board members’ assessment and that was how you got it,” he smiled.

“But the chairman had sounded quite annoyed with me in the interview,” I put my point of doubt.

“That’s why he gave you zero out of his fifty allotted to him,” I saw a smirk on his face.

“Then?” I was really confused now, “How was it possible for me to get selected in that case?”

“You got the highest 150 marks out of 200. And it was because the rest three members gave you fifty each out of their fifty allotted to them.”

And he burst into a loud laughter as did I along with him.

This experience had shown me the level of orthodoxy that the believers in religion could go up to!

Religious minds are driven by morality differentiating between good and bad. Empty minds are driven by curiosity and creativity turning life beautiful that’s filled with passion and joy.

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Energetic Flow of Passion Vs Stressful Selfish Ambition!

After I wrote my twelfth-class board exam, I needed to decide what to do next. The school education was going to be over. And I had to select a specific discipline to pursue in my college life further. I took the entrance exam of the most prestigious engineering university of my country and got through it successfully. It was not easy to get admission in an elite college like that. And my success was an occasion of celebration in my school.

Stressful Selfish Ambition

It was then that the real problem sprang up in my mind. In fact, I had never wanted to pursue an engineering career in my life. It was just that my ambition had taken it up as a challenge to crack the coveted entrance exam. Having done it successfully did satisfy my ego, but I had never taken it seriously to join it too.

Energetic Flow of Passion

I was in fact passionate about studying theoretical physics and becoming a theoretical physicist professionally. But by qualifying for admission to engineering in such an elite college, I had shot myself in the foot. Even otherwise, engineering, especially electronics engineering that I had qualified for, was considered the top career choice in those days.

Energetic Flow of Passion Vs Stressful Selfish Ambition!

When I expressed my desire to forgo my selection and get admission in a physics honors course, I was ridiculed. My principal who had a great influence on me called me to his office. During my twelve years of studies in his school, he had always stood by me whatever I had done, be it making him proud in general or else embarrassing him at times . Our relationship was a kind of mutual liking for each other between the two of us.

My Flow of Passion Vs My Principal’s Selfish Ambition!

“What’s this buzz in the air? You want to forgo your selection in such a prestigious university that others only dream to get in,” he said.

“That is right sir. I am also feeling proud of getting selected but that was just a game I was playing,” I replied.

“You will make your school proud as well if you join this prestigious university,” he stoked my ego further.

“But I am really not interested in studying engineering. I don’t want to become an engineer. I rather want to be a theoretical physicist,” I registered my objection.

“What will you professionally do after completing your degrees in theoretical physics?” he asked me a practical question.

“Research!” I replied.

“On a scholarship?” he took me on a visualizing trip.

“Maybe I pick up a teaching job as a lecturer in a university and pursue my research along. That’s how theoretical physicists survive,” I said.

“So, you are professionally planning about your survival alone,” concluded the principal.

“I will also get my promotions as reader and professor,” I put up my argument.

“And that’s all! But in engineering, you will land up picking up a luxurious job right after your graduation. More so being a produce of a prestigious college like you have been selected in! There will be a plethora of promotions on the path of your career. Sky is going to be the limit to your flight,” he showed me some colorful dreams.

“But I would like to go beyond the sky into researching the secrets of the infinite universe,” I said smiling.

“Only if you are exceptionally lucky to be able to discover a ground-breaking theory,” said the principal.

“But still I will feel happy trying to do that,” I expressed the joy I would get pursuing my passion.

“Pursuing a luxurious career will make your family happier,” said the principal again.

“I will not make a family in that case,” I put forward a new argument.

“You already have one in your parents,” smiled the principal this time.

“It’s a maze of anomalies and ironies in our system,” I said in a disappointed voice.

“If you can’t achieve the maximum, be happy with achieving the optimum,” concluded the principal.

Flow of Passion Loses, Selfish Ambition Wins

He being a clever logician had rendered me answer-less. I went for the so-called optimum really without my heart into it.

I did well in engineering too, igniting my ambitions every single day. But it always made me fatigued and kept me stressed all along. And it remained so until I broke free from its shackles much later in life.

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Eleventh Hour Never Does It Well, It Rather Harms Us

I was in my 10th class when I entered 15th year of age. The two classes, 9th and 10th together, were called high school. The final exams of 10th weren’t conducted by the school. They were rather conducted by the board of education that the school was affiliated with.

I had grown up learning new subjects at my leisure without any pressure of time to prepare them for exams. That was why I never limited myself to my textbooks alone. I would often pick up books on those topics and go into their depth. When my class fellows were busy completing their homework, I ignored it and kept reading extra-curricular stuff on the topic.

My teachers asked me why I didn’t do the homework they had given. And I always told them I thought it was a waste of time. Why should I have solved fifty odd sums employing the same methodology when I knew it once? I considered it to be learning by rote. It was without any insight into deducing the method from the basic principles as and when it was required.

That was why I never really worked hard and enjoyed reading what I felt like learning my own way. And that was why at times I could solve sums that even the teachers had found tough to solve. Also, that was why they never really forced me to do their homework as a commandment.

Eleventh Hour Was Never My Hour

The benefit of learning my way was that I was always ready to take any test without any preparation. I never prepared for exams whereas my class fellows studied only when the exams came closer, at the eleventh hour.

They took huge stress of exams, studied day and night in the last month of the session but performed poorly. Often the stress of exams also took its toll on their health causing loose motions, constipation or acidity to them.

And I always easily learnt what I studied in my school without working hard at all. I still remember all those subjects in all their details even after 50-60 years today.

Mathematics Bore The Main Grunt of The Eleventh Hour

Mathematics was considered to be the toughest of all the subjects in the entire syllabus. But I somehow found it to be the easiest of them all. That was why in my board exams of 10th class, I went to watch a movie a day before my math exam. Within hours, the news of my watching a movie during my board exams spread like wildfire in that small little town.

I went for a walk in the evening. Evening walks on the mall road were the hallmark of my hilly town culture. Everyone came out on the mall road that was more than two kilometers long. And everyone knew everyone else by name. Hence the evening walk served as a walk club where we socialized every evening.

The News of My Watching A Movie at The Eleventh Hour

That day every single person concerned with my welfare stopped me on the road. They wanted to confirm if it was true that I had watched a movie earlier in the day. When I replied in the affirmative, different people had different reactions to it. But none of them was ready to take it easy. Majority advised me not to be so careless. Some of them asked me if I had lost my mind. A few more sympathized with me thinking I had lost all hopes of passing my math exam and gone berserk.

Only my principal still had his faith intact in my action. As he met me on the road, he asked me the same question too. I told him I knew everything, got bored and hence felt like refreshing myself by watching a movie. He started laughing as he had an insider’s knowledge of my academic capabilities. He wished me good luck for my exam the next day and went his way.

The Eleventh Hour Moves to The Twelfth

In the examination hall next day, I finished my paper meant for three hours in one and a quarter hours. In another fifteen minutes, I re-checked all my answers if they were absolutely correct or not. One and a half hours were still left. And I had nothing to do except for getting bored keeping glancing here and there.

The invigilator curiously came to me asking me if I didn’t know what to write in my answer sheet. I told him I had finished my paper. He didn’t believe as he picked up my answer sheet and scrolled his eye through all its pages. With a surprised look, he gave it back to me suggesting I should revise every single answer very attentively. I said I had already done that and asked him if I could leave the exam hall. He very hesitantly took my sheet and allowed me to exit. I took a deep breath as I came out in the open and made my way back home.

This was another news that went viral by the evening without any social media support those days. I had to answer the same number of queries as those of the last day during my evening walk again. People didn’t tend to believe me if it was possible. They had all their doubts and apprehensions about how my performance was going to be as the result went out. It was only my principal again who looked at me, smiled a bit, gestured thumbs up and went his way.

Futility of The Eleventh Hour Exposed

When the results came out after around one and a half months, I had stood first in the entire district. Everyone was wonder struck including my competitors in all three hundred elite schools that our town was famous for. It is still internationally famous for its high-end boarding schools with their sprawling hostels in them.

It came to me very naturally not to postpone things to do at the eleventh hour. Maybe it was so because I loved doing what all I did throughout my life. Of course, I did have to pay the cost of opting for doing what I always loved to do. If we love doing something, we never tend to postpone it. But if we don’t, we do tend to postpone it to the eleventh hour which never produces very good results. On top of it, it becomes a stress not only for mind but also for the body turning it ill.

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Every year there used to be a panel inspection in our school from education department. It was there to ascertain that the school complied with the minimum standards for the quality of imparting education. Its reports affected the financial grants given to the school from the government’s side.

I was 13 years old in class 8th then. The teachers told us the panel inspection was going to be there in a few days. And they started rehearsing for it like it was a drama to be staged in front of the panel. Everyone would wear a facade as their makeup to play their role well.

This drama got staged every year the same way. The classrooms were decorated with all kinds of teaching aids. These were the decorative teaching aids which otherwise lied rotting in some store of the school all through the year. The blackboards were beautifully inscribed with all details including the names of the subject and the chapter being taught. The teachers rehearsed every single dialogue they would be speaking while teaching the lesson and asking related questions to students. Also, the students chosen to answer those questions rehearsed every single answer they would give in front of the panel.

I had seen enough of this drama in the previous years in my junior classes. And it had hurt my aesthetic sensitivities every time I witnessed it being staged inside our classrooms. I always used to be one of the main characters of this drama. It was since I was supposed to be the brightest student in my class. Hence the onus of impressing the panel was mainly on me every year. This was as far as the quality of learning by the students was concerned.

A Conspiracy Inside My Mind

But that year for some unknown reason I dared to hatch a conspiracy inside my mind exposing all this facade. I wasn’t scared of its consequences. I might have to bear the wrath of my teachers. I might even be expelled from the school. But the accumulated hurt to my aesthetic sensitivities was so piercing that turned me oblivious to every such consequential probability.

I planned I would fake a kind of stupid-looking ignorance as and when the teachers asked me any questions. And it was I who was the main character of the answering team in this entire drama. I knew it would devastate the entire facade so meticulously planned to wear in front of the panel. But I couldn’t help it despite my deepest love for my school.

The Panel Arrives to Inspect The School’s Performance

On the scheduled date, the panel arrived to inspect the school’s performance in all its classes. As it came to our classroom, our drama started. Everything was going nicely as rehearsed until it came to me playing my role in the show.

The teacher asked me his first question and I kept looking at him with a blank face faking utter ignorance. He got a shock of his life. He immediately repeated his question, but my response remained the same.

“Don’t you know the answer?” he said in a queer voice.

“No sir,” I replied, faking stupidity on my face.

“But you know the answer!” he emphatically asserted.

“No sir, I don’t,” I again acted stupid.

“But I know you know the answer!” He insisted on his assertion.

“How, sir?” sounding stupid in my tone, I kicked the ball back to his court again.

“Because I made you rehearse it so well!” as he said this, he suddenly realized he had exposed himself.

He immediately held his tongue. “Sorry sir!” he spoke to the panel, “This boy has run berserk.”

“Did you really do that?” asked the head of the panel.

“What, sir?” the teacher fumbled as he asked this to the head.

“Rehearsal?” the head was looking straight into his eyes.

“No sir… yes sir… no sir…,” the teacher went absolutely disoriented.

The head started laughing aloud, “Don’t worry,” he said.

“He is the best student in the class sir,” the teacher took a sigh of relief. But his voice was still sounding embarrassed.

“I have already made it out. What I am confused about is why he has done what he is doing,” the head murmured to himself.

“Sorry sir!” said the teacher again.

“You can continue further with other students,” the head gave him another chance. For some strange reason he had decided to ignore what all I had done to spoil the show.

And the drama restarted with the rest of the script getting enacted as planned. The panel looked reasonably satisfied and took their notes in their assessment papers.

Before they left, the head said to the teacher, “Could you bring this boy to the principal’s office?”

“Yes sir, I will,” said the teacher as he looked at me.

My Teacher Takes Me to The Principal’s Office

After they left, my teacher took me to the principal’s office where I saw the entire panel sitting.

Looked like the report of what I had done had already reached the principal. He kept looking at me for a while. Then he said, “Didn’t you know the answer to the question your teacher asked?”

“I did,” I said.

“Then why didn’t you answer?” he hadn’t taken his eye off me yet.

“Because I found it ugly,” I said.

“What?”

“The entire panel inspection!” I was ready to be punished for what I was saying. I kept speaking “I have been finding it ugly ever since I have been a part of this drama. I don’t want to play my role anymore.”

A pin-drop silence enveloped the principal’s office. The principal hadn’t yet taken his eyes off my face.

Finally, he turned to the teacher and spoke, “I stand by him. He is not only the best student in his class, but also the best student in this entire school. He has shown us the mirror.”

Then he turned to the panel saying, “You gentlemen can give your report as you please. I have my approach to the top brass in the education department.”

“No, we don’t have any intentions to go against you,” the head of the panel immediately opened his cards.

“Thanks for your cooperation! But the next year onward you will assess our performance without any facade on its face,” the principal declared.

He turned back to me and said, “Sorry my child and thank you for what you did!”

As I was leaving his office, I heard him saying, “Wearing facades makes us look ugly, it’s better tearing them off.”

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