Morals vs Ethics vis-à-vis Natural Instincts!

An Insightful Series of Life Lessons That My Life Provided As I Lived Understanding Its Psychology and Philosophy Improving My Mental Health in The Process.

Jul 12, 2026

LIFE LESSON STORIES SERIES

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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