I’m sitting on the second last bench. The entire batch of 2013 is sitting in front of me. Checked shirts, stylish ponytails, and the boring teacher giving his boring lecture. It is a fact that no one really has any real interest in what he’s saying and even he knows that. And there are those in front who are still pretending that they are interested.
My theory of people is different. What I see in front is a bunch of liars. There are many others who are even tired of all the fake smiles and all the pretending but for me, all this makes the world a bit interesting. I’m a pessimist by character. I always try to look at the good in others. The bad part is visible in plain sight. Knowing this, I try to maintain a particular kind of relationship with others. One rule is to trust no one. I belong to a batch of 150 and after a year, I consider only a few as my friend. Everyone here knows me and also think they know me well. Frankly speaking, my friends know me more than others but even then it’s only one side of the coin. I rue over the fact that I am not so honest myself. Everyone pretends, but very few will also like the real you. Consider breakups. The longer the two people stay together the more they get familiar with each other. And if it’s not meant to last, they split up simply because they got to know each other too well. Everyone lies for some reason or the other. I do it protect myself and the people I care about. But many wear their masks for an entirely different reason. And that’s the only thing that really bothers me about this whole charade.
The Problem With Our Masks
Everyone is the good person nowadays. Every now and then we sit and talk on so many issues. Usually, it’s about the problems of this not so perfect world and how angry we’re about it. Of course, no one does anything about it but that is another topic. My topic is the impression that everyone tries to make on others during these discussions.
Everybody wants a good image of themselves. And they’re ready to take any bad steps to maintain that image. No one will ever admit their mistakes. No one will be at fault. All parties will be stressing heavily on how right they are and how wrong the other is. Anyone not present will be blamed and in the end, everyone will end up hating each other. Swami Vivekananda said that whenever something bad happens to you, you yourself are half responsible for it. If you’re so perfect then why are you here alone in the world with all the bad people? The moment one admits that he is also an asshole, the world immediately becomes a better place; for him and everyone else.
A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them.
The problem with people nowadays is that they are so obsessed with maintaining their image that they begin to believe that the mask that they wear is their real face. It is a really sad to see someone lose himself like this. A teacher once told me that as we grow older, nothing remains simple. All of our relationships, whether good or bad will become more and more serious. Evidently, many quarrels ultimately hurt both parties which end up with a broken relationship; all over something so trivial that anyone else would simply laugh it off.
Honesty consists of the unwillingness to lie to others; maturity, which is equally hard to attain, consists of the unwillingness to lie to oneself.
Truth is, no matter how hard we try, we all end up as liars one way or the other. Sure there are exceptions but I assure you that they are very rare. In my opinion, it is almost impossible to be honest, all the time, but we must strive for this all the time. A person who really thinks he is an honest person is the biggest liar of all.
Believe those who are seeking the truth. Doubt those who find it.
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