Good to lie


‘Did you know Rathnavelu died yesterday night?’ ‘Then what time is the party?’ ‘Tonight, as usual.’ Aaradhana old age home was buzzing with happiness with the thought that one of their inmates had died the previous night. Aaradhana was not like this a month back. It was the gloomiest place anyone could ever visit. Inmates were unhappy about staying there in spite of the fantastic ambience and maintenance. Most of the inmates were waiting to die. The fear of death deep instilled in them. It all changed with Ragu, another inmate. Rahu was admitted to Aaradhana in spite of having 3 sons once his wife died, he was a burden to his sons and so he landed there. Ragu was a happy man. He took life as it is. But on seeing his friends who always cribbed about their state and that they were scared of death, was always bothering him. One day Ragu tripped and fell unconscious. The in-house doctor said there was nothing to worry about though he gained consciousness, he played a trick. He acted unconscious for a long time, suddenly he woke up with a big smile. He told the inmates that he was almost dead and so went to the gates of the afterlife. Everybody sat down to hear with anxiousness. It was so beautiful, my wife waved me a hi, I saw angels, a lot of food, all of them were healthy and happy, it was wonderful but, I had to come back. Hope I will soon die and go there. A small lie drove away from the fear of death, hence from that day they celebrated every inmate’s death with a party and the rest waited for their turn to die.    

பொய்மையும் வாய்மை யிடத்த புரைதீர்ந்த
நன்மை பயக்கும் எனின்.

Even falsehood has the nature of truth, if it confers a benefit that is free from fault.

 

 

 

 

 

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