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Beyond the facade ...

"Hi, How r u doing ?"
"I am fine"
"Howzz life ?"
"M doing great. Life is great."
"Great. Life is great at my end too... you tell, What's new ?
"Nothing special.
Enjoying at Delhi"

How many times has this or one of its variant been repeated! Maybe often, be in case of two friends catching up after quite some time catching up probably on a social networking site like Orkut, or catching up through chat or mails. Maybe, in case of a telephonic conversation, it may last a bit longer getting to some the specifics. But more often than not, the script is similar. Usually people are always doing great, they are always happy.

The facade usually remains similar. But how much of those times do we actually manage to look beyond the facade? Maye, very rarely. Maybe many of these goody goody things are quite 'good' if not great. But often behind this are many layers - layers which are hidden from majority of the outside world by means of a mask. Layers of broken dreams, of million compromises, layers of weaknesses, of misunderstandings, of desire to be understood, of desires to appear better than others, of hidden ambitions, layers of sadness, of guilt, of hidden aspirations which would never get fulfilled, of many squabbles, quarrels and fights, of price one had to pay to achieve things and appear so 'good' ... and maybe many, many other layers which never come up in front of the world, and probably never come but remains buried somewhere inside.

Maybe, the real person remains there buried within so many layers, longing to come out, but can't ...

Comments

  1. very true dude . . .but sometimes things are better left unsaid . . .and circumstances force us to take refuge behind the facade . . .

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  2. True! So many times there have been so many things happening to us, for the better or for the worse, but we never seem to veil them up. We often would just say "Nothing much happening here. What's up at your end?" I believe most of the times it means that there have been things happening, just that I don't want to go over them any more. May be, I am trying time would heal it all, eventually...

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  3. Great post. But it would not be fair to load the other person with our life. Sometimes just an unpretentious hello can remind your friends that you are there for them :-)

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  4. so true...as shweta said sometimes we don't want to burden our friends..also maybe sometimes we don't want to start disclosing lest we are burdened in return. Or maybe we don't have the faith that our friends have the time or interest to listen to us..to really listen

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