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Bikram Vohra
JournalismPakistan.com
July 13, 2013
Isn’t it amazing that some folks can lie so beautifully and get away with it? We all know people like that and all through my career I have watched them with awe.
Blatant, bare faced liars who can confront a mountain of facts and evidence and use their ability to melt them into a puddle, as if it was all some sort of a ‘vocal’ warming.
It just comes so naturally to them that you have to admire it even if you are the victim. They start lying early, in school and hone their art as they become adults. You know they are lying. They know, you know they are lying, everyone knows they are lying but even then they get away with it. It is like their lies are a glass wall which surrounds them like one of those bullet-proof cubicles. It becomes so much part of them that the truth as an absolute does not even get a look in.
The conversation goes like this.
You’re lying.
What me, never, I never lie.
I don’t believe you, the facts don’t add up.
That is not my fault, that’s yours, your math is weak, look at the facts carefully, but don’t call me a liar, that is one thing I am not.
They get offended, resent it, act the indignant role so well the next thing you know you are saying sorry, all the while aware that you are being conned in toto.
Then there are rest of us, bad liars, incapable of any sort of prevarication, caught out even before we launch into our little dance of deceit.
Oh shoo, you are lying.
I am not.
Yes, you are.
How do you know?
I can see it on your face, dribbling down like rain, you are a lousy liar.
Guess I am...can't even tell a tiny fib and escape the consequences.
(The writer is a Senior Editorial Advisor of Khaleej Times and the paper’s former Editor. He has also been the Editor of Gulf News, Gulf Today, Emirates Today and Bahrain Tribune)
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