Have often felt – we are scarcely what we are. Breathing pseudo(s) desperately trying to sheathe and swathe.
We are at all times on stage, riveted to some theater, putting up some act. Flanked by changing masks and attires and lost amid turns of playing the king and the clown, being ‘me’ remains largely unrecalled. Sculptured ‘impromptu expressions’, so called ‘cultured’ conversations, learnt mannerisms, imbibed habits, imposed beliefs, deemed tastes, compulsory passions, benchmarked ‘my aims and ambitions’, and such all else comprises living. And like all else this relentless practice too does make a man perfect – perfecting his knack for demonstrating that he is all bar himself.
Soon enough this wont substitutes, rather it overrides, the natural us. Soon enough we forget and soon enough we believe. And believe so much that most of us do not even think any longer that we could be otherwise. We accept this pretense is us, pretending what, we do not know.
And in this endeavor society connives by sophisticating us with the rules of external conformance. Society diligently scripts a basketful of ‘shoulds’ and ‘must bes’. What behavior is good and what is bad, how to dress and how not to, what to eat and how to, how to pray and when to, how to sit and what is ‘ladylike’ - there is a definition for everything. And we, in this perennial play of life, try abiding by the same with commensurate industry. The more intrinsic inner self stays unattended.
Hence the thought – How true is that which is manifested, and if that is not so true then what is it that lies underneath the manifested….
5 comments:
Interesting name and a good explanation. Guess, this sort of a charade is something that all of us create as well and have to put up with in course of our diurnal duties.
Looking forward to more such posts.
Congratulations on starting it.
As I see it today the contempory life that others and I lead is grandiose bag of lies and truths. Few of them are facades and few real ones. Its like few are like naked bodies, sometimes bathed in mud, sometimes in creativity and at other times shimmering in a stream of following the set norms and so-called rules.
But to me life is like layers and layers of clothes in which one hides the magical reality, and getting to understand one’s wordplay is like unclothing of a beauty, like unraveling of a gift, and even the covers, the clothes, the wrap is as intriguing as what is within.
This post shows that you have of late tuned in to your inner voice . If you have everything and still feel empty inside, it might be time to slow down. Stop. And listen. So be the person you are and just move on, its normal that people will comment. Let that not deter you.
Interesting post. Good one and keep blogging.
The night-out was well deserved. You need a pat for that :-)
Hey Roses,
Time to post the next one, buddy
Now, it has been ages since this, Ms. Kar. When do we see more such provoking insights?
hello !! Rosy. Enjoyed your blog.The writer within you is emerging quite distinctly.Do write such wonderful blogs more often. I firmly believe this blog should change people to 'Unbelong' and contemplate about their daily lives.Good Luck. ~GCP~
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