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Always speak truth..........!!!!!

SANYAM ARORA (“It's hard to beat a person who never gives up.”) (20173 Points)

08 October 2011

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Manik (CA) (831 Points)
Replied 08 October 2011

Nice one bro. And by speaking truth your heart lightens up.

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Hardik Dave (IPCC and CS Professional(FINAL) Student) (15533 Points)
Replied 08 October 2011

Originally posted by : C.A. Gaurav Bakshi
	Nice one bro. And by speaking truth your heart lightens up.

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SANYAM ARORA (“It's hard to beat a person who never gives up.”) (20173 Points)
Replied 08 October 2011

Thanks gaurav and hardik.......!!!!!!

Vandana Mulchandani (Finance Manager ) (9227 Points)
Replied 08 October 2011

Originally posted by : C.A. Gaurav Bakshi
	Nice one bro. And by speaking truth your heart lightens up.

Agreed...Keep Sharing..thank u very much Sanyam

ROHIT CHATURVEDI (CA Final Student ) (2298 Points)
Replied 09 October 2011

really true bro........we should always speak truth ...........kalyug ko satyug banana hai

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Sanket (!..Live to Give..!) (16427 Points)
Replied 09 October 2011

I would like to one quote of Mahatma Gandhi, "Truth is god and God is Truth". Nice one...keep sharing..

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SANYAM ARORA (“It's hard to beat a person who never gives up.”) (20173 Points)
Replied 09 October 2011

Thanks everyone

Sourav Banerjee MA,MSW (Shabda Bramha) (8842 Points)
Replied 09 October 2011

I beg to differ with the word " Always", Dear Sanyam. The following poem illustrates my point. Here the Brother Officer failed to tell the truth to a bereaved mother of a dead soldier. And he did no wrong.

THE HERO

SIEGFRIED SASSOON

'Jack fell as he'd have wished,' the mother said,

And folded up the letter that she'd read.
'The Colonel writes so nicely.' Something broke
In the tired voice that quavered to a choke.
She half looked up. 'We mothers are so proud
Of our dead soldiers.' Then her face was bowed.

Quietly the Brother Officer went out.
He'd told the poor old dear some gallant lies
That she would nourish all her days, no doubt
For while he coughed and mumbled, her weak eyes
Had shone with gentle triumph, brimmed with joy,
Because he'd been so brave, her glorious boy.

He thought how 'Jack', cold-footed, useless swine,
Had panicked down the trench that night the mine
Went up at Wicked Corner; how he'd tried
To get sent home, and how, at last, he died,
Blown to small bits. And no one seemed to care
Except that lonely woman with white hair.