Thursday, June 7, 2012

The longer one is in denial of the truth, the more fiercely does it surface

The story of Hiranyakashyap sort of indicates this. He eventually had to face God that he denied for so long, in His fiercest forms. My paternal uncle who passed away this week used to say that truth is like fire. Any number of rugs will not be able to hide it. I spent very little time with this paternal uncle and that too when i was little. But i remember almost every word that he said. He used to say, "We pendyalas never bowed down to injustice or let go our values and never should we." There were times when he was in dire poverty. Even then, he brought-up his 5 daughters with dignity and never asked for any favors from anyone. From what i heard about him, he lived up to his own lofty ideals till his last breath. Rest In Peace, Peddananna!