The Pretence

The game of pretence is one that no one can escape from. Its like a hard and fast rule that everyone's gotta follow, in this case, play. We've all had our own pretentious beings, that we carefully measured and created, decorated like the icing on the cake and finally presented to whosoever we wanted to. But the fact behind all pretention is this particular "whosoever" we mentioned.





Who is this "whosoever" that we have to pretend for? and why? and how do we even agree to this pretext? Well, its one of those times, when either you dont have any sense, or if you do, you dont know how to put it to effective use. So, the whole idea becomes so fascinating, like a new barbie doll for a 10 yr old girl, that we fall for it. We buy the concept, like a new pair of shoes, thinking we ought to have it and we cant do without it. It brings to life the hidden feeling of complex within ourselves, when we see the competition out there with so many others already wearing those beautifully crafted masks and leaving the perfect impression. Well, if they can, why can't we?





And so begins the story of being someone else, pretending to be somebody we are not, but somebody that will be liked by almost everyone, particularly the "whosoever". The whole theory behind being likeable is a natural one. I mean who doesn't wanna be liked? and who likes being rejected, for whatever reason it may be? We do it cos it helps, maybe not in real, but psychologically, it does big time.





We sit back n think, about what or who we could pretend to be, somebody famous we know? or somebody we met that left a lasting impression? or perhaps someone who's an idol? or maybe just someone who in no way resembles us!! well, to summarize, it can be anyone as long as its not us ourselves! So, we are scared to be what we are, afraid that people might hate us if they knew us in real.

We, informally and unofficially, create our pseudo beings, the better us. And all this trouble just to be likeable. Imagine the pain, the tension, the nerve and the complex this creates. Especially if even the pseudo me is not accepted anywhere. So what do we do? We put our very best efforts to improve this pseudo guy, still him not our own self, so that somehow it is liked and accepted. What a waste of effort? Had we put half the efoort in improving ourselves, maybe things could have turned around. But we don't do that. Why? Because in this fight of being liked by people, being accepted in this society, we forget to like ourselves, to appreciate our own true being. We only are the real critics of ourselves. Its we who don't like us, all others around might still do, but we will never accept it. Its such a ridiculous theory!!

But, as they say, the game is never over until someone wins it. And so we all keep on playing, never letting either anybody else to win, or ourselves to quit.. this game of unending pretence and drama. Had we worked half of it on ourselves, life would have been much easy and better, rather than an endless battle of beings.