Chapter-25: Books, Love And Maturity

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"Congratulations sakha babu.", she held my hands and started to jump. I too jumped with her forgetting where I was. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see some people laughing but did we ever care about the world? After a few moments of jumping and having fun, I said, "Bondita, it is lunch time now. Shall we go to my office?"

"Sure, sakha babu. I am hungry, you know.", came the reply.

We hired a pulled rickshaw and got into it. On the way to my office Bondita started off with her questions. I was thinking why she didn't ask me anything yet and there she is.

"How do you know that he will blurt out the truth, sakha babu?"

"It's simple Bondita. The person who has committed a crime is always under the pressure of guilt. This pressure makes him lose his logical sense, especially in the court ambience when the lawyer tries to trap him in the net of his words. We are actually making use their guilty conscience. This is a process of exciting the wrongdoers, putting them in tension and finally making them speak the truth. For, truth cannot be hidden for much time. Sooner or later, it will come out.", I explained.

"Hmmm.", she hummed while taping her cheek with a finger, which means that more questions were on their way. I smiled at her thoughtful face and continued to pay attention to answer the questions of my dearest student.

"That's great; but what if the other person is so stubborn and doesn't spill the truth at all? I mean in worst cases, what can we do?", she asked.

"Good question Bondita. Then what can we do? We will search for another way. There will be some or the other way to reach the truth. We use all the techniques of 'saam, dhaam, dand, bhed' and get the truth out.

"What is this 'saam, dhaam, dand, bhed'?", she asked narrowing her eyes.

"When we want to get our work done by someone, we generally apply these four techniques as prescribed in our Indian culture. 'Saam' means talking sweetly to the opponent and getting the work done. For example, when you want to get kaka's permission for anything, you will behave so sweetly and trap him in your sweet words, isn't it? This is the technique of saam.", I burst into laughter saying this.

My Bondita is an expert in buttering up people when she wants to get some work done by them. Generally it is kaka and Bihari who fall prey to this technique of hers. I was still laughing thinking about this and she already frowned.

After swallowing my laughter somehow, I continued explaining the rest, "Next comes daam; which means price. We pay something in exchange with the work done. If we speak in our court scenario, we lure people by showing some greed, in order to make them speak the truth. For instance, I have lured Murugesan's men who gave false evidence against Chenni, with an offer of bearing the expenses of their kids' education, if they speak the truth in front of the judge. I should have produced them in the court if Murugesan didn't fall a prey to my trap. But, without their help, the case got settled."

"The other one is dand, which means punishment. We can threaten or punish the wrongdoers to get the truth out of them. That's what police does. The last one is bedh, which means nothing but argument. Learning their weakness and attacking them with our words, like I did today.", I explained.

She was listening with her eyes wide open. After imbibing all the information, she finally smiled before complimenting, "You make things very easy for me sakha babu. However difficult my questions might be, you will solve them so easily and I feel much empowered after listening to your words; as if I have gained some new energy. I love you for this, sakha babu. Ami tomaki bhalobashi."

For a second I was perplexed but soon I gathered myself back, because I know that whatever she had just said was out of her happiness and gratitude for me. There was only purity and innocence behind those words. So, I too reciprocated with a smile by saying, "Amio tomake bhalobashi, Bondita. Khub bhaalo bashi", while gently holding her face in my palms. We both then grinned.

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