I am Veritas
I am VERITAS goddess of truth. Myth has it that I hide at the bottom of the ocean, and that I am elusive. Well, not really true, I am elusive because you do not really know how to see me.
When humans refer to truth it is used to mean being in accord with fact or reality, or even fidelity to an original, or even fidelity per say. Just ask someone what is the opposite of truth, commonly heard answer is falsehood, and is generally translated to factual or ethical meaning. But like all gods and goddess I am a concept, I am feminine because I change, and re-invent myself depending on where you view me from. I am much debated both in philosophy and religion. I am different if you talk law, or when you talk science, or even when you talk everyday life.
Language and worlds are but means human convey information to one another, I am cast into fatigues, by what words term as criterion of truth and arguments are on questioning what is the truth, and truth bearers are capable of being true or false it is quite amusing how mankind struggles in defining me, recognizing my presence hence cannot accept my multirole presence.
“If you tell the truth, you don’t have to remember anything.” Said Mark Twain I beg to differ, when
When Radhika, gave me up she did a greater good, she let her mother die in peace and contentment believing that her son and grandson care for her. I VERITAS the goddess of truth, salute her–
“T his number is out of service” was the response when Radhika dialled her Nephew Aditya’s number.
Great thought Radhika, it was sister-in-law Rema calling from the US, her son Aditya was in town. “Hi Rema, amma is recovered fine, can we shift her back to Malleshwaram? There seems to be some problem with Aditya’s number.”
“Oh! Actually there is no problem; Aditya is back in the US.”
“HMM, he could have told me, I would have collected the keys and had Nanjamma, come back to care for amma,”
‘There is no need for it, where will Nanjamma stay?’
“Why like before”
“Well, it’s not possible the new owner might now like it.”
“Yes, Amma signed the house over to Aditya and he sold it, as he will not be settling in India anyway.”
It was as if a lightning bolt hit Radhika, she remembered her mother, saying that Aditya had her sign the contract for renovating the house, the truth, was Aditya had cheated his grandmother. That truth would kill Radhika’s mother, so Radhika decided not share the truth, with her mother after all the end was not really far off.
Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values. Making choices based on what you believe, and not what others believe.” ― Barbara De Angelis I think you should listen to Anjali’s story. She was in the middle of personal crisis, being very different from her family, she was being measured in the yardstick that was not hers, it did lead to a lot of rift more important, and it was creating a conflict within her. Family get together meant underlying currents and tension. But neither did she want to hurt her mother.
Eventually she knew she had to make choices that she believed in, and deal with things the way she her belief guided her. She actually put on her paper, what hurt her, and what she intended to do with the toxic relationship in her life, how could she neutralize it?
She decided to tell her offender the truth, this was an interesting way to tackle it, “Aunt Mrudula, I need to apologize to your daughter.”
Aunt Mridula was extremely smug, “No, no, why, you are older these things happen in the family”
Now since this was a family event the general gossip mongers started flocking round to listen to the conversation,
“Aunt Mridula, I have to apologize because when I listen to your daughter, I was listened to her with this thought that here is the self opinionated, judgemental , obnoxious bully, and my experiences with her made me think so,”
Suddenly Aunt Mridula, figured that it was not a great idea, yet Anjali continued, sharing each episode where Aunt Mridula’s daughter’s words and behaviour had hurt her. The truth had been expressed but with the right wrapping, sometimes it takes great planning to utter the truth.
Mark Twain said “Never tell the truth to people who are not worthy of it.” This is also true, for people would twist the facts to suit their truth and present that as the universal truth. Let me make myself clear, when Guru Srivaru visited Amita’s house, there was one evening when they ran out of food, and food had to be catered in from a restaurant nearby, Amita casual shared this with Guru Srivaru, few minutes later when one of the disciples went up, Guru Srivaru asked her, “What is the problem, have you run out of food?”
The disciple was speechless,
“For how many 4 people? What do you plan to do, get food from outside?”
Tears began streaming from the disciple’s eyes she rushed down and shared with other disciples how all knowing Guru Srivaru was.
I become integrity when you tell yourself the truth, and honesty when share your truth with others. Living with integrity means not settling for less than what you know you deserve in your relationships. Asking for what you want and need from others. Speaking your truth, even though it might create conflict or tension. Behaving in ways that are in harmony with your personal values, making choices on what you believe and not what others believe. Above all, don’t lie to yourself. As Fyodor Dostoyevsky observes, the person who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and loses all respect for himself and others and having no respect he ceases to love.
I am both beautiful and terrible, and should be handled with great caution.
written for indiblogger happyhours –“Kinley 2014 TVC