Catharsis.....

Truth is a bully we all pretend to like. And some pretend to preach a lie about the truth itself.

Experience they say teaches. Maybe…. but only for those who wish to learn from it. There is a truth that is deeper than experience. It’s an order of truth that separates the profound from the merely clever…the reality from the perception; the dark from the darker. The cost of knowing it is at times greater than what any heart would willingly pay.

Knowing it doesn’t always help us to love the world, but it does prevent us from hating it. And the only way to know the truth is to share it, from heart to heart- not like I got to know, but like I am telling it to you now.

Strange or shameful as it is to admit it, I was glad that some things, someone, some experiences had flinted my heart. That hardened lump within my chest is what protects me from the curiosity that ultimately leads to the cat being killed.

The world is not black and white. It’s varying shades of grey through which the monochrome blues unfold. It’s like the exciting search for the cipher in a black and white photograph- without the distraction of colour. Adversity brings out the true shades. And the colour of truth is grey. Not absolute and extreme but somewhere in the middle.

Power changes, loyalties change and along with it everything changes. I wonder which is more toxic, the power of politics or the politics of power! Everyone wants to master both and ends up being their slaves.

There is only one constant in life… that is change. I remember discussing with a friend about the “expiry date” of a relationship. But what if that “date” itself is an illusion. A concept we cook up to give validation to our need for solace. Or perhaps to buy some temporary truce in the continuum of time.

I could play the part of a Bollywood character with poignant silence…screaming for so called “justice”.

Or I could be the clichéd character journo, hell bent on an expose of the great lie. But I am none.

Nature enlightens us that deception is elemental to survival.

Never let anyone know what you are thinking..... That may be difficult.

But the other option of always knowing what the other thinks of you….is a pretty achievable one. You can control what the other thinks of you!

What is the best thing in life?

Is it power? The Power to know beyond the smokescreen, the power to influence and ultimately control someone other than ourselves?

Or is it love- the opposite of power? Love is dangerous! It overpowers, and makes you blind. We love simple things in life and yet love to flirt with the complex shades. We use, abuse, beg, lie, borrow steal, coax, coerce and deceive to get to the top. Is it worth it? That is subjective. Truth is that truth is relative to the liar. For a loner like me, the loneliness that zenith offers is a tempting prospect. And that my friend is the truth of the lie.

I am stunned and stoned! So, I bid adieu.

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