What is real? Is that new friend you made really a nice person or a closet homicidal maniac? Are you sure you are not going to get back stabbed by the very person you were sure you knew everything about? Whoever said Promises are meant to be broken was absolutely right. Every day, every minute we are living and breathing in a jungle of masks. The masked best friend, the masked mentor and the masked well wisher. We have learnt to question everyone’s motives and rightfully so.
Living in Mumbai has taught me a lot of things and one of them is to survive these masks. It’s not hard to ignore them, it’s hard to accept them as a part of your life. I find peace in the knowledge that barely anyone can be trusted. That way I am not at a risk of being cheated.
“All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts” – William Shakespeare
Problem is, most people waste their entire lives acting out parts. Where are the real people? Is humanity just a badly scripted play that I failed to understand?