Two Sides of a Coin

It's generally when you have had an argument or a misunderstanding that you realise people have different opinions about the same issue. When it comes to the work environment, we hear the term 'lateral thinking' or we hear people say 'think differently'. Why is it that some people look at an issue in a way different from ours? Attribute it to upbringing, the friends circle they have been with, their attitudes.
The way a teenager would look at an issue would be different from the way a matured adult would look at.

This provoked me to write something long time back which I post now.

He leaped around with joy. She watched him as the auto she sat in slowly plummeted through the traffic. His joy knew no bounds. She had given him a rupee that had resulted in this extreme happiness. He bounced through the zebra crossing and ran across to the other side of the road, enthusiastic to earn more, approaching the oncoming traffic that halted as the lights turned red. Was it good or bad, she wondered? She had saved him from a night’s hunger. She had been generous, showed him love and had not looked at him as a mere beggar but as a boy who deserved more than what he was actually doing.
She felt what she did was for his good and carried on.

She had removed three late charges from his account. She did that despite repeated updates from the management that not more than two late charges be removed. But would her conscience permit her? Here was a man suffering from cancer, whose life line had reached its nadir, who was not expected to see the oncoming spring, who had spent his life savings on medication, who had struggled to clear his dues. Was it right or wrong?
She had done that on moral grounds. She was humane.
She felt what she did was for his good and carried on.

The cries of the infant pierced her heart. Though the umbilical cord was broken, the bond of motherhood bound her strong to her baby. But she had to move on, never to look back, never to cast her shadow on the infant. Yes! There was a couple waiting outside to claim her rights on the baby- to adopt it. Was it for the good or for the worse?
She wanted her daughter to shy away from the evil world she had been exposed to. She wanted her daughter to have legitimate rights, equal opportunities, a loving family and a home. She knew she would never be able to give any of these.
She felt what she did was for her good and moved on.

He slowly removed his answer sheet so that it revealed its contents to his friend behind. The sound of his heart beat scared him as he felt it reverberate around the room with guilt and fear. His hands trembled as he slightly nodded signaling that his friends could look at his sheet. Beads of perspiration rolled down as he waited for the moment to pass by. But he did not stop. Was it right or wrong? A mother whose eyes shined with hope, sat fervently outside the examination hall, praying that her son would clear these exams, would bring up the already dead family honour, would show that he could stand on his own legs.
He wanted the mother to realize her hopes and hence helped her son.
He felt what he did was for her good and moved on.

The jury sat in silence as she rolled out her evidence. The accused stood paralyzed, rooted to the ground. Firm with conviction stood his wife in the witness box, providing evidence for something that never had happened. His trust shattered. His twenty eight years of marriage crumbled. Why did she have to lie?
Was it right or wrong?
Her heart wrenched with guilt as she falsely provided witness. Yet she knew what she was doing- protecting the future of another woman who was about to be entangled in the claws of her venomous husband. She had been the cynosure of all abuse that been cast on her as a result of marriage. He was about to walk out on her to the other woman- the other woman, a soft, innocent, demure lass whose vision of truth was limited to this lover.
She guiltlessly provided a false witness, watched as her husband was sentenced to imprisonment, felt her heart go light at the prospect of securing a future for the other woman.
She felt what she did was for her good and moved on.