Chapter 21 Chapter 19 The Harm of Dishonesty

Forty years ago, there were relatively few Indian students studying in the UK.They have a habit of pretending to be bachelors, though some of them are married.Middle school students and college students in the UK are unmarried. They think that studying and married life cannot go hand in hand.In the good old days of ancient India, there was also such a custom, and the students at that time were called "Brama Chari".But in modern times, we have a child marriage system, which is unheard of in the UK.Therefore, Indian youths living in the UK are embarrassed to admit that they are married.Yet another reason for not telling the truth: if the truth were known, it would be impossible for the young men to hang out or play with the young girls of the families in which they lodged.Play is not a big deal, and the parents even encourage it; and since every young man has to choose a mate, the connection of the young men and women is necessary there.If, however, the Indian youth indulged in such relations upon their arrival in England, as is natural to the English youth, the results were likely to be disastrous, as we so often find.I have seen young Indians who could not resist this temptation, and led a dishonest life by hanging out with English girls.Although it is not a big deal for British youths to play with girls, it is really not good for Indian youths.I myself was infected by them, and did not hesitate to pass myself off as a bachelor, though I was married and a father long ago.But I don't feel any joy in deceiving myself like this.It was only my prudence and timidity that kept me from falling further into the fire.No girl would talk to me or go out with me if I didn't talk.

Although I am a little timid, I am also a little cautious.I once lived in Ventnor with a family which had a custom of taking the housewife's daughter out for walks with the guests.My mistress' daughter took me one day to those lovely hills near Ventnor.I do not walk slowly, but my companion walks faster than I do, and she walks ahead of me, talking incessantly.Sometimes I can only say "yes" or "no" softly to her many words, at most I can only say "really, how beautiful"!She was flying like a bird, but I was wondering when I would be able to go home. In this way we ran to the top of the mountain.How to continue running has become a problem instead.Despite wearing high heels, the vivacious twenty-five-year-old galloped down like an arrow.I struggled down in shame.She stood at the foot of the mountain, smiling and cheering me up, and even came up to help me.Why am I so timid?I spent a lot of effort, falling and climbing, and finally climbed down the mountain.But she laughed and shouted "It's fun, it's fun", which made me even more embarrassed.

However, I still can't escape the disaster, because God wants to cut this dishonest pustule for me.Once I went to Brighton, which is a summer resort like Ventnor, and this was before I went to Ventnor.I met an old middle-class widow in a hotel there.This is my first year in the UK.The menus in the hotel were all written in French, which I didn't know at the time.I happened to be at the same table with this old lady. She saw that I was a stranger and knew that I was in trouble, so she immediately came to help me.She said: "You seem to be a person who has just arrived here, and it seems that you are not very familiar with the situation here. Why didn't you order food?" When this kind lady said these words, I was repeating each word. Reading the menu, I intend to ask the waiter what these rai are made of.I thanked her, explained my difficulties, told her that I didn't know French and that they were vegetarian dishes.

"Let me help you," she said. "I can explain the menu to you and tell you what you can eat." I gladly accepted her help.I have known this lady ever since, and I have made friends with each other, which continued during my stay in England and for a long time after I left it.She gave me her address in London, and invited me to dine at her house every Sunday.Sometimes she invited me specifically, helped me overcome my shyness, introduced me to young women, and led me into conversation with them.It was particularly evident that she often led me into conversation with a young woman who lived with her, leaving the two of us alone.

It was very difficult at first, unable to start a conversation or make a joke.But she guides me.I began to study, and soon I was looking forward to every Sunday, when I began to want to talk to this young woman. The old lady, who increased her net every day, took an interest in our meeting.Maybe she has her own plans for us. Only then did I feel a dilemma.I said to myself, "I wish I could have told this old lady about my marriage. Then she would not have made up my mind about our engagement. Although, it is not too late to make up for it. If I now Declare the truth, and save yourself more trouble later." Having made up my mind, I wrote her a letter along the lines of: "You have been very kind to me since we met in Brighton. You Take care of me like a mother takes care of a son. You also think I should get married, so introduce me to some young women. Now I am afraid of causing trouble, so I have to admit to you that I am really unworthy of your friendship. I should have been visiting You told me that I am a married person. I know that Indian students studying in UK often hide the fact that they are married and I did. Now I understand that I should not have done that. I should also tell You, I was married as a child and the father of a son. I feel guilty for not telling you this in so long, but the good news is that God has now given me the courage to speak the truth .Can you forgive me? I can tell you that I did nothing wrong with that young woman you kindly introduced me to. I know the rules I have to obey. You don't know I'm a married man , I am naturally willing to make a match for us. In order to prevent this matter from going beyond the current stage, I have to tell you the facts.

"If after receiving this letter, you think that I have failed your kindness, I will never complain. Your kindness and friendship to me will impress me forever. If you still don't despise me from now on, still Treat me as someone worthy of your attention, and I will certainly be happy, and as a further token of your affection." Readers should know that this letter was not written all at once.I must have gone through several revisions.But it lifted the weight off my mind.She wrote me back immediately, to the following effect: "I have received your frank letter. We were both delighted and had a good laugh. What you say about your dishonesty is excusable." Yes. But it would be good if you could tell us the facts. I'll have you anyway, and we do hope that when you see us next Sunday, you'll tell us all about your child marriage so that We took your credit and had a good laugh. Do I need to assure you that our friendship is unaffected by this?"

In this way I squeezed out the pussy of my dishonesty, and henceforth I have not hesitated to tell anyone that I have been married if it is necessary.