The Liar Academy Award

The best liar is not only one who can lie, without blinking or stammering;
is not, one who can so convince people that the lies are truth;
is not, one who make sell stories, and others buy them willingly.

The best liar, is one who can lie, without realizing the pricking of the self- consciousness;
is, one who don't even have to lay any effort to convince oneself of the lies;
is, one who don't even know that what lying is, the act of lying is, not knowing one is totally immerse into it;
thus, lies are true lies, taking them as truth, buying ones own story.

One interesting thing is that, all lies are intentional. An intent to lead the convenient way of life. Lying to others is nothing at all; lying to our inner self, to me, is horrible. But one point i realize is, many people do not realize that they are lying. If one realize a lie is sprouting, there one will feel the tension of struggles; if we allow this lies to blossom into hard thorns, we'll then get prick and bleed.

When i mention lying, is not purely just verbal; rather the whole general behavior, speech, pattern of thoughts and action of a person. 
Many, plenty of us don't mean what we say;
don't say what we mean;
don't act upon what we've said;
and every prong goes into opposing direction.
And this person portray as UN- RE-LIAR-BLE.

And the Best Liar Academy Award goes to, one who is so comfortable seeping into the role of a liar, lead the life of a liar, and take his lies as his truth.

The Filtration System

This morning on the way to a class, my sleepy eyes was still dry, shoved myself into a cab and prepare to catch up a little more sleep on the road. The cab uncle started chatting, and i replied in short. and he talked more; complaining about how hard his life was, and wish he could have more money and live like a rich man. Who literally told me that having an LV bag will surely make him a happier man.
Reassuring that his view was right, he sort of pressing me to agree with him.
By that time, i woke up completely, and disagreed with him politely... and we had a good morning discussion.

Given the same situation one year ago, i would have flare up ridiculously... or feel that fire burning in my stomach ( which i've no idea why). I used to wonder, why would people ever thread on these thoughts, is that all what they see, is that all what they care? The kind of clothes, shoes, bags, fashion, house, activity, food...And i always find myself debating and into arguments. Because i don't understand, i can't see the big picture of the operation of life--- i see only mine.

Slowly, i am learning, to see things with many different angles. This morning situation has again made me ponder upon some thoughts.We are like a bunch of sands, stones and rocks--- being put on a filtration system. After we past through the first layer, we need to make our way through the second, and the subsequent filters. Some stays on the first layer, while some has already experience through multiple filtering. In order to pass through the layers, we have to create friction, break ourselves into small particles and continue the journey.

We are all born at a different level of filtration layer. I was caught in one of the layers, and assuming that is only one.Till i stepped out and realize i was also going through filtering in just one of the multiple layers of the whole system.

The uncle sees other happiness and sees only his sorrows, thinking that others' happiness can make him happy. I told him, he is smiling when he told me about his family; if he magnify this moment of his life, he is a happy man:) 

Picking a third language- Hindi

I've got a long bucket list! With greatest gratitude my fellow friends, they make it possible for me to strike off my unfulfilled list of desires. Starting this year, i decided to pick up a third language- Hindi. Friends who knows me aren't surprise ( given that i've been travelling to India); families who do not understand me got a jaw- dropping moment.
That's no particular reason why Hindi; or maybe there are many reasons. Planning to explore the other parts of the country other than just Mysore, i reckon a third language should give me a good helping hand.

I seriously want to learn it well and proper. So, i prayed desperately, to get a good teacher ( because every person who post on the site, will say that they are the best. and we all know that most are lies;) ). When i went into this page, this particular name flashed in my face, we emailed and fixed a schedule--- and my hindi teacher is Anuradha... who i see her twice every week.
Basically, because i met an Anu in Mysore, who is a super nice lady. And Anu now sets a very good impression in my head. I thought, this Anu should be good as well. 

Tah- dah! My prayer was sort of answered, our Hindi sessions is going well, till today.
I did not expect that i have to learn how to write! Sort of being forced to cursive my way through the letters and matras. Glad i am surviving well..haha!

In busy time, it can be quite tiring to digest those rules & guidelines of the languages ( Hindi has got so many rules! everything has got masculine and feminine... and its driving me crazy..), but i still look forward to every lesson with her. What's more interesting is that her daughter is a yoga teacher too! We chat and shared about health, life, food ( turned out her family is a vegetarian)...;)

Coming from a Chinese background, i am grateful to be able to know how to write Chinese character the proper way. As i see in today's modern way of learning, students read Chinese article using han yu pin yin method, and not even knowing how to write strokes of the character proper.
That makes me more willing to grill through the scratches in the Hindi class, doing the groundwork.

If you're looking to pick up Hindi like me, check Anu's out:
http://shabd-fun-with-hindi.blogspot.com/

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