Discover the Citadel of Truth: A Stunning Journey

My crushing...

Standing on the other side of the road I fling myself on the road. I see a Maruthi coming and about to run over myself. But then I see a Mercedes also approaching. Which is better to be run over? Decidedly, Mercedes! So, I crawl over and let my love pass over me.

I smile, what a news item tomorrow! A bald, bearded man run over by a dark green shiny, S class, new Mercedes. No need of writing car, Mercedes is Mercedes, needs no qualification! The beauty has expensive leather upholstery fitted with Pirelli tyres, and has a gorgeous young lady driving it with a fury pup on the side. Wah, what a lovely way to be crushed. All newspapers tomorrow shall see my classy crushing, may be on hundreds of TVs and social media. Things cannot be better for me. There is not much of fun being crushed under Maruthi.

But, what on earth? Never imagined Pirelli tyres would be so soft. As the Merc passes away and I have last look of the gorgeous lady with curly golden hairs I crawl on the other side of the road. I see the distinct Pirelli tyre mark on my Armani shirt, that could be added punch on the news item. I tell myself, look man it won’t work every time. Why? Next time it could be Rolls Royce with Lombarghini tyres, what’s the problem with you?

"Because you have reached the other side!"-a hollow voice reverberates.

The otherside...

Oh, oh. So, peeping from below I ask a lady standing ‘Can you tell me, is this the other side of the road?’ Before asking I wait for a while, just in case some wind blew and just in case …! To my disappointment any wind from any direction did not oblige me!

‘No’

‘Surprising! You do not want to tell me which is the other side, could you be so naive?’

‘Man, not that I do not want to tell you, but no, this is not the other side of the road. That side is the other side of the road’.

‘Strange! I asked the same question to the person standing that side if this was the other side of the road. He said that that side was the other side. And, now you tell me that that side is the other side! So, tell me truthfully which is the other side of the road?’

‘The other side of the road is always the other side’.

Ok, so no one can ever tell me which is the other side. How pity! Is this confusion or truth? The confusion is truth and truth is confusion. Who said the twain cannot meet, they do meet. By the way, how would you truly define confusion, will the definition be true? Or, how do you define truth, isn’t it confusing? What happens when a cloud of confusion meets a cloud of truth. Annihilation, like proton meeting antiproton! But, what is left is null? Can someone truthfully define null for me? Or, even confusingly. Who will define for me, that poor man in rags or that rich lady in the Merc or me?

The Citadel...

Ok, ok. What I see is a high intricately carved building with high mahogany doors. Great, it befits my Armani shirt, Bucherer wrist watch and real leather Testoni shoes. Knock, knock, knock.

‘Can I come in?’

‘Yes, but you cannot come in with all those stuff on your body’

‘You mean I should take out all my expensive things’

‘Ye, and also your Armani shirt, Tootal tie and Gucci pant, and everything’

‘Gosh, you mean I need to bare all!’

‘Yes’

‘But why, why?’

‘Because this is Citadel of Truth, and truth is always bare’

Hmm…

‘Look, I can remove everything but not my Jockey unders.

‘Then you cannot enter the Citadel’

The deal...

‘Sir’ I soften, ’Can we have a deal? I mean is there any other way out. I do have a Dormeuil suit with me in my bag. ’

‘Man, this is Citadel of Truth!’

‘Sir, someway?’

‘Yes’

My eyes open wide as they brighten. ‘Pl do tell me.’

‘There is one wicked gate behind, you can enter from there.’

‘You mean wicket gate?’

‘No, wicked gate, gate for varying kind of liers and you know against bare truth everything else is a lie and therefore wicked.’

‘Hm…ok, I am not going to take my Armani shirt and Gucci pant, so is that the only gate for me?’

‘Yes’

‘Ok, let me try’.

The queue to the Citadel...

I reach behind. O my gosh! There is a big queue on the gate for wickeds! So, there are several times more liers than truthfuls. The sight of queue makes my head spinning. I just cannot stand a queue. But wait a bit I see some familiar faces. Wah, many of them vouched in every sentence ‘I am telling absolute truth and nothing else’. Great! Looks like I am near to finding definition of my null. By the way, what is the difference between truth and absolute truth? Again confusion.

I stood stupefied with head pointing below. I had Hobson’s choice. Stand in the queue with liers or bare all and enter from the front gate. My poor decision making ability was playing its game, and each time it played there was a draw! Later than sooner, a very truthful person pushed me to the front gate as he rushed towards the wicked gate behind.

Ok, ok, let it be so. I take out all my Armani, Tootal, Gucci and Testoni as also Jockey, I proceed to the front gate, the gate of truthfuls. The gate keeper says ‘You are allowed in’.

Good.

Hey, but what is this? The room is empty! Means there is no one with any version of truth like clear truth, crystal truth, real truth, stark truth, hundred percent truth, raw truth, absolute truth… and that I am the first entrant in the Citadel of Truth?

I turn back and ask ‘Am I the first entrant in the Citadel?’

‘Yes’

‘How come? I have lied all my life. Why I am allowed in?’

‘Because, this is the only truth you have said in your final moment!’

I think I am getting the near definition of null.

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