Of Men and their Masks
People often find me quiet, alone and aloof at first. Although they find me amenable, as they get familiar to me, they venture to ask why I am the way I am. I have always answered saying I like being that way; But almost always I knew this was not totally true. I stay aloof and alone because I don't have to pretend when I'm alone. No facades, no fake smiles and no feigning interest. But realization dawned lately that disconnection is just avoidance of the problem and not a solution, thanks partly due to the circumstances and partly due to the choice of profession. So now, the face became the veneer to my mind. The refuge of this mask gave me the boldness to do what I would not do otherwise; and trust me, most of that was not good. More, the mask gave the courage to experiment, to learn and experience things, to scramble priorities and just go with the gut. I now work, play, enjoy, detest, party, slog, appreciate, ignore, adore, abhor, love and hate with the whole of