Carnival of SmartAsses

It’s the Carnival of Smartasses!! Come on champions; bless us with the Pristine Suits, Terse Words and Sophisticated Countenance. They live for it and we die with it. So people sit back on your seats and appreciate the plethora of emotion-dances and sentiment-exhibitions on the stage. Because they would perform for you till their last breath just for being patronized. They were just like you, you meek gullible little ones. But they have brushed past you and now, they don’t even remember your faces!! They are simply too good for you.

Here is when some questions come to my mind. Are they the protagonist of the play that is life or the director? Are they the showstoppers or the show coordinators? Are the dramatics important or their inside self?  Someone told me few days back that if you want to live happily ever after, learn to frame your image on others’ mind of what you want yourself to be seen. It hardly matters who you are but it about what others perceive you to be. I have never been in such a crooked world before, you see. Is this all real? DO all live their lives like this? Dunno. But the real question is not this. The real question is… How to deal with this bizarre world?

We are hypocrites of the extreme nature. And sadists. Humans have the unfathomable quest to prove that he/she is better than the other. It’s all about reputation, rank, hierarchy, recognition, fame, money and self-proclamation. It’s a mad race and the one who can reach the top by hook or by crook and cloaks the wrongdoings and incompetence by artistry of words and magician’s deception. Where is the simple world of accepting mistakes, learning from them and talking to your conscience? All these seem utter bullshit. Life isn’t one of those Chetan Bhagat’s books and it doesn’t give you a second chance. It’s a world where if you can’t get things done by being smart, you are very well allowed to play dumb.

If you are living in real world, you don’t just live one life. You live multiple lives each with their own assumptions, accomplices, emotions and fallacies. The trick in the tale is how quick and apt is the way in which you can shift between your lives in the complexion that you deem fit. It’s like the firewall stages of your network security and giving right access to the right levels of your soul. On the core of your soul is the place where after all, these lives merges into one and this is the place where ice melts, where birds chirp to drink the elixir and there is music in the air which only you can decipher and tells a tale very different from what it looks like. That world is yours. Very own.

So live your life!!! And leave me the way I am. With the people I am with near my soul. And with my mistakes and stubbornness. I will find my own path of glory someday.