Sunday, May 10, 2015

It's all about a Ball Point Pen….

Dear Aaditya,

Most of the time…I talk about a lot about “honesty” with you. Most of the time All my stories ends with a Moral “Honesty” in it for sure.

You always ask me na…. why it's so important to be honest every time! 

I know it is difficult but you know what…honesty is not only speaking truth and not touching things that doesn't belong to you but it is also the ability to tell the truth to yourself, to accept your mistakes and admit your faults as well.

Without honesty a person can't find any peace and solace in this quite complex world. Honesty is the only thing that makes your life easy and keeps it simple.
Let me tell you how my mother taught me about this noble quality in my childhood.

It's all about a Ball Point Pen….

It was way back in my childhood. My family was like that of Simran’s family ( Kajal ) in DDLJ. Father was the ultimate deciding person….not less than a Hitler. And mother was as usual like most women to such persons…the dummy in the family.

Father had a peculiar habit of setting norms for all his children. Those days, writing with pen in schools used to start from standard three onwards.

Father had set the rules….one fountain pen (Ink wala) per year. We could ask for extra nibs…that used to break with every fall.  But no extra pen…

However I used to be very fond of pens. Collecting pen was my passion….and I had already started it.

I used to ask for pens whenever there was any occasion for gifting something to children. That’s how I use to manage to have some pens with me.

I was in standard five then.

One day in evening, I noticed a pack of “Four Ball point Pens” on the Table of my father. Probably he had been gifted by someone in his office given to his position.

I couldn't prevent myself from opening the pack and having a glimpse of those Ball point pens. They were really really attractive. With four different colors… Blue, Green, Red and Yellow they were quite fascinating.

 I wanted having one of them….but the thought of the face my angry man father fade away all my fantasy. I was too meek to ask for one as well…

Probably I couldn't sleep that night for that fantasy. So next day Morning, while my father was still asleep and mother had been in washroom, I took out The Blue one from the pack and kept it in my school bag.

The whole day passed out. I had taken that Blue Ball Point Pen and had shown proudly to my classmates saying them that were gifted to me by my father. I was happy and proud as I had that with me.

However In the evening, my father inquired about the missing one. The bubble of my happiness burst out. Everyone at home…my siblings refused to have any idea of it. Even I couldn’t muster courage to say about it.

I knew very well how father used to react if anybody touches his things without his permission. And I had taken the pen from the pack….I could imagine what would be my condition if I admit about it…. So I felt better not to tell about the truth.
Thank God…father was not that serious or was busy in something more important. So he ignored it.

I was in bed…but I wasn't in peace. I was just feeling like as if father was looking out for his pen in my school bag. Believe me…that time I was not happy with that Blue Ball point pen. It was something like that of a monster haunting me throughout the night. The bag looked like a burdened monster as well.  I took the school bag and kept it aside my pillow. A mixture of fear and guilt was holding me from inside hounding me terribly. I was really done …felt like throwing out both of them.

I decided that the next day…I would throw that Ball Point Pen somewhere on my way to school.
In the next morning… I woke up with a gentle touch. Still afraid but holding my emotion as much possible as I can.

My mother asked…how your night was. You were quite disturbed.
I looked at her with a question mark on my face…saying “how do you know??”

“Tina, go and say your father that you have taken the pen”

I was surprised. I fumbled “Mmm..mmm..Mum…but…I mean!!!

Come on Sweet heart…I know it is you. That’s why you had a very disturbed sleep last night.

No point in pretending or acting. Mother had caught me. I surrendered to her…with  my face down and tears rolling out.

My mother affectionate hugged me and then said….
 “See beta, you already felt how it feels to be guilty and afraid in the whole night. Isn't it hell…?

Now if you don’t admit and accept it before your father, you will never feel good about it in your whole life.

Father was not very serious about it. But that's not the point. the point is you have to confess it. Dishonesty never gives solace.  “Doing wrong is not wrong, but not admitting and accepting the same definitely is”. Remember...when there is No honesty it means…it’s all hell and hell and only hell….!!

It’s not just about the’s the act that involved you for that pen…that is important.

After a while…

She helped me confess my guilt to my father. Thank God….father was in happy mood. To my surprise He gave me the whole pack….. !!!! 

(was it scripted by my both parents...i still wonder)

But anyway...It was such a wonderful day. I felt so relaxed. Got my peace of mind back. Got those lovely Ball Point Pens. Moreover may be for the first time got my first lesson on honesty from my wonderful mother!!

I don’t remember I have done anything like that after that incident of my life so far…..!! Till today…even if faults happen unknowingly…I accept it and do corrections and vow not to repeat it again.

I have observed in my life that it is the honesty that helps you sail easily through the most difficult part your life. Because if you are honest…you surely have the Guts and that extra edge of courage to face the world!!!

Honesty is very important in life…..
With Loads of Love I remain…

Yours Lovingly


I am writing a letter about how a mother teaches honesty to her child with the Max Life Insurance i-genius #YoursHonestly activity in association with BlogAdda.

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