…is that i never kept up the promise i had made my father as a little boy.
i do it often. and i do it with ease. apparent ease, that is. for you wouldn’t in all probability have a clue. i wouldn’t flinch, there would be no hesitation, i’d lie without batting an eyelid.
and like every other weak minded man that has trodded the earth, i am tempted to justify myself, however cheap that may sound.
like if i am visiting my folks on a weekend, and happen to, for some reason apprise them of my arrival. now, its been four years since i got my motorcycle, and in the time that has gone by, i don’t remember having used the bus to make that trip. the 150 odd kilometers between madras and pondicherry can make quite a pleasant ride. now, to tell them that i would be riding would mean two old people waiting, anxious, fearing the safety of their mad son till he actually knocked on their doors. and this fellow had this uncanny knack of arriving at the oddest of hours, for it would afford him riding by the moonlight.
it could be a simple thing like some overtly concerned friend asking me if i had had my meal. and to save other people of their feelings, i’d in all probability lie. it makes things simpler, saves a lot of talking and explaining.
The easiest kind of relationship for me is with ten thousand people. The hardest is with one. – Joan Baez