Is it that much easy telling lies or saying no to lies? It seems too easy but really not so. Beware of your gut feelings or otherwise you will be taken to the lying detector to ascertain the veracity of your lies and truths for that matter. Yes, you have to have enough of your guts to tell lies whenever you feel like. Whenever somebody is good, is it not that he fails in his courage to be all that bad to others? Same is the case of telling the truth. It might seem paradoxical in the end. But meanwhile we have learned to live with paradoxes and time and again this has been proved to be so in every walk of our life or at least at certain stage of our life.
So, telling lies is not all that easy.
Once I had an experience of that sort. I was traveling in a crowded mini-bus going through lanes and by-lanes of Calcutta. I was standing in the middle. A poor-looking man was standing just in front of me. When the bus reached a junction I saw him pick pocketing somebody’s purse. And immediately after that there rose a great uproar inside the bus. Everybody suspected that poor-looking man but he denied (telling lies!) point-blank and fended for himself. As I was standing just near by some people went on asking me whether I have seen anything of that mischief. At that time I was trembling within myself but somehow managed to politely say that I had not seen anything (again, telling lies!). And the man got scott-free.
But why did I of all tell that lie which I should not do? Is it that I just failed to be courageous enough to tell the truth. Or, for the fear of freedom I told blank lies on their face? First of all, I took pity on that man because of his poor social status and secondly, inwardly I got scared of telling the grim truth. As I failed to muster up enough courage to face the music of reality, I shied away from it by resorting to telling lies and I saved myself from the disgrace of my inner disquietude. On the other hand, that cut-purse too saved the day for himself by resorting to the same tactics like me. Are the two lies of the same freedom of fear? Or, are they the two sides of the same story?
Whatever they are in truth, they are not too far from each other. It is fear of freedom that coerced and submerged us into the respective world of subjective reality. Had that cut-purse not committed that mischief which he had all that freedom, he would have been enjoyed that reality which coerced him as gullible as ever to be protectorate of himself. But the fear of that situational compulsion and freedom egged him on to think and act otherwise by way of acting and telling lies consequently. Consequent upon that he loses his freedom to desiccates truth from reality and also truth from lies, truth coming in the way of lies and lies in the way of truth. This is the obverse feeling of that socially outcast at the decisive moments of seeing reality as it is.
On the other hand, at that very decisive moment I too saw reality as it was. In that fray I told lies of not seeing reality as like of him because I saw that reality from a divergent standpoint which was to me a fear of telling the truth from the lies and it was lacking in moral courage too. The situational compulsion to free myself from fear of freedom denigrated me to the extent of not abiding by the rules of law which constitutes my spectrum of freedom. Rather than that, being true to lies provided me a kind of freedom in way that castrated my sense of being a moral messiah in a big bad world where truths vibe well with lies but never poised to overwhelm moral fornication and perjury in any way whatsoever.
And there lies the intolerant paradox. If somebody says he never tells lies, it is also that he never tells the truth for the life of him. If he really does not tell lies, then how could he testify that he always tells the truth to the world where he has absolved all of his freedom to the altar of his circumstantial existence which is more at stake when it comes to questioning his beings as a sovereign human creature. Nevertheless he is more prone to prove himself or deceive himself as one of the protagonists of degenerated morality – a kind of sham morality which saves the day for vague truism. Truism apart, the chance of saving the grace of the inner soul of the moral messiahs is belied at the slightest tinkering of the degenerated morality which is torn apart when confronted with the objective reality of the situation.
So, when I say I tell lies and only lies it is like I never feel like telling the truth to the world as I think truth and lies converge on the same catastrophic point doing away with the tailor-made dichotomy that caters to the evangelical services of the morality – which is degenerated ab initio – that never looks back to what is happening in the real world of millions of people under the false impression of evangelical truth. That truth is belied or falsified time and again at the decisive moments of confrontational truth of lies. That is why I say I never ever tell the truth as because I know the instrument of lying is a forecasting metaphor of masquerading truth as lies or lies as truth and that is to say that when I say that I tell lies and lies only, I mean that lies are the objective truth of everyday reality of life and lies cannot be lies unless objectified by the truth.
This paradox is like defacing the currency of Diogenes. The Greek philosopher made it a mission of his life "to deface the currency" in order that the false coins be out of state’s circulation. By that way he sought to expose the falsity and sham truths of conventional ideas and beliefs and at the same time to eradicate them out of the Greek society. Metaphorically this was my views of lies when I lied that I had not seen or known anything of the pickpocketing incident. That incidence of lies bared the objective truth of our society to the hilt and told the world that on a base of false truths that cut-purse had exposed the falsity of the charge of conviction against him. And that way bare lies won the day for him. And the truth prevailed!