I Am A Hypocrite

Well said

 

@HariLakhera

Hmm, this is not too challenging. Here's my hypocrisy. Growing up, while transitioning from adolescence to adulthood, we, friends would indulge in catfights. Somehow, I always used to pride myself as more polished and gracefully articulate than the rest. Ha! <I am outspoken, you are loud>. <I am frank, you are insensitive>. <I am solicitous, you are officious>. There ..there.. you catch the drift. My leaning is well-bred kinda hauteur.

Then, years later I came across "emotive conjugation".

In rhetoric, emotive or emotional conjugation mimics the form of a grammatical conjugation of an irregular verb to illustrate humans' tendency to describe their own behavior more charitably than the behavior of others. It is often called the Russell conjugation in honour of philosopher Bertrand Russell who expounded the concept in 1948.

I am firm, You are obstinate, He is a pig-headed fool.
I am righteously indignant, you are annoyed, he is making a fuss over nothing.
I have reconsidered the matter, you have changed your mind, he has gone back on his word.

I realised that I had been as uncouth and uncivilised in a catfight as others but glossed over my gruff. I falsely held myself high. In a heated catfight, there are no charitable barbs. Everyone stoops to the lowest level. Therefore, today, I prefer to withdraw from catfights at the earliest than stoke such differences for supremacy as I would be forcefully drawn to engage in a degenerating and recriminatory smackdown. But, every now and then, I remit to that hypocritical thinking that ha! <my argument is rational>, <my wording is elegant>, <my poise is striking>, <my footing is stronger>, so forth.

Fast forward to the present, I am mindful not to indulge in skirmishes to preempt from this hypocritical surge esp. one where both the parties are transitioning to a spectacle and embarrassing themselves in public. But then, again, you know, old habits sink hard, I am provoked or get dragged and that hypocrisy prevails, <my point makes more sense>.

 

Women being looked as an object is not acceptable . I understand you are a good person but I object any PERSON WHO SEES WOMEN inferior or as an object. It has to be changed by inculcating good thoughts of respecting all in children especially boy child and also girl child .I hope one day women will be respected equally .

 

How true HariLakhera
!! A candid confession ! But don't feel guilty. " We are all like that."

We adopt "bribing" within the four walls of our home by promising the child that we will get him a gift, if he passes his exams with flying colours. The birthplace of bribery !!!
We bribe and butter everyone around us so that we are comfortable!!

Every one of us in this world is a hypocrite !! Like some famous man said, " We are not one but three.
The one we think we are.
The one others think we are "
The one we REALLY are !!"

 

*MY DYING CONSCIENCE*

By *Rashmi Trivedi *
Author of *Woman everything will be fine!*

Sometimes in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
To see if it is still breathing
For its dying a slow death
Every day.

When I pay for a meal in a fancy place
An amount which is perhaps the monthly income
Of the guard who holds the door open
And quickly I shrug away that thought
It dies a little

When I buy vegetables from the vendor
And his son "chhotu" smilingly weighs the potatoes
Chhotu, a small child, who should be studying at school
I look the other way
It dies a little.

When I am decked up in a designer dress
A dress that cost a bomb
And I see a woman at the crossing
In tatters,trying unsuccessfully to save her dignity
And I immediately roll up my window
It dies a little

When at Christmas I buy expensive gifts for my children
On return, I see half clad children
With empty stomach and hungry eyes
Selling Santa caps at red light
I try to salve my conscience by buying some, yet
It dies a little

When my sick maid sends her daughter to work
Making her bunk school
I know I should tell her to go back
But I look at the loaded sink and dirty dishes
And I tell myself that is just for a couple of days
It dies a little

When I give my son the freedom
To come home late from a party
And yet when my daughter asks
I tell her it is not safe
I raise my voice when she questions why
It dies a little

When I hear about a rape
or a murder of a child,
I feel sad, yet a little thankful that it's not my child
I can not look at myself in the mirror
It dies a little

When people fight over caste creed and religion
I feel hurt and helpless
I tell myself that my country is going to the dogs
I blame the corrupt politicians
Absolving myself of all responsibilities
It dies a little

When my city is choked
Breathing is dangerous in the smog ridden Delhi
I take my car to work daily
Not taking the metro,not trying car pool
One car won't make a difference, I think
It dies a little

So when in the dark of the night
I visit my conscience
And find it still breathing
I am surprised
For, with my own hands
Daily, bit by bit, I bury it.

@HariLakhera,

I received this poem on WhatsApp. It sums up what we are and how we struggle against our own "Whatever it is!!!" And confession sometimes makes us feel a bit better but doesn't help unless we begin some where, correcting some things, at least.

You have urged some introspection.