I believe that there has been enough horror on this blog to make you feel that when I talk about the mummy, it will be related to the Egyptian dead which can come back to life without any thought about the fashion of the age. The thought about a civilization of the dead would still interest me throughout the day, but no, not this time. This is cent percent about my mother, and she will remain the only one person to who has helped me more than I could to myself until now. So here is a #YoursHonestly letter to her.
I haven’t been that good with obedience. I have the history of being more reluctant to being obedient than Dracula is to garlic and cross. Forgive me for the vampire usage that comes in between, as I am being part-time Vampire Bat. Leave that sentence out too, as this letter is not about vampires or obedience, but about honesty. It goes back to the time when you taught me more of the integrity. You have contributed a lot to my early English vocabulary (I still remember the moments of learning some of the words), but this is not about the words, but rather on the meaning of the words.
You did teach from that proverb which used to say that “Honesty is the best policy”. But that was only the beginning. There was one thing that you had told me at that time – It was to tell the truth; for the Eighth Commandment always had more significance to you than any other, along with the Fourth, for which you always had a special love. The “Honest Abe” example was also something which you always managed to come up with, along with the “studying under the street lights” story.
I have worked with that a lot, and have tried to stick to the same for a very long time. Sometimes it worked, but on other times, it has miserably failed. But I have never stopped trying. There are things that I won’t tell a few people, and there are times when I have avoided people because I didn’t want to lie. But those moments were actually worth it. But in the end, it had to be about truth, and I have tried hard for the same, even though there are times when the perception of truth has been strange.
There were a number of occasions about which we never really had a talk. One of them was related to the motor vehicle licence test in which I quickly went on to become the car expert, the LMV licence holder, but got one problem while taking the two-wheeler test. My legs had touched the ground while going through the test, and I couldn’t stop myself from not telling the truth when the officer asked, even as others told me to lie. The result was that I didn’t get the licence on the first try – but that surely felt so good to do it the right wat the next time.
I have had my dark ages, and I haven’t always been that good, but the middle ages passed quite fast and I have returned to my age of honesty, the age of true heroes and the magic of wisdom. I have been given that wisdom by you, and if I hadn’t lived most of my life at home, I wouldn’t have gained that. It is rather a gift that I will use, no matter how it works out throughout my life. If it needs repair, I will come back to you, but I shall never return it because I intend to use it.
I am prepared to keep it towards eternity, to my own smaller division of existence if not for that of the world. I don’t hope to achieve anything related to the same, but I do wish to spread the idea. This is something that I will pass on to the next generation. Even if I am to die now, I hope that I will be remembered more as an honest person rather than as a big achiever who mints money like a rich Dwarven smith, and it is a philosophy which I have brought into my life from you.