My heavy lies 

I was in the first semester of my BSc (Hons) program, and our semester's final results were about to be announced. Before the result announcement, I was expecting that my CGPA would be 3.2 out of 4. As the results were announced, I called my parents back home, which I used to do daily. They asked me about my CGPA, and consciously or unconsciously, I said 3.2. That was the day, then during my whole degree of 4 years, I faced a lot of pressure due to that. Every time the result is announced at the end of the semester, I have to waste a lot of time and energy thinking and calculating what I should tell them so that my previous lie will remain hidden. 

 

In other words, just to hide one lie, I have to lie for 4 years. Deep inside me, I used to curse myself and worry about what would happen if someday they knew the truth. It was only my imagination, actually, my parents won't even scold me if they got to know this at any point in time. 

To avoid such an embarrassing and heavy situation, when in my MPhil I failed in my statistics exam twice, I simply told my brother about it, didn't tell my parents about it, just to avoid lying. So that was today's story, and the moral of the story is that lying isn't a good option.