The Masks....!!!
She was excited and nostaligic as she entered the exibition centre. The theme of the exibition was ""THE MASKS"". She was enthusiastic and full of energy as she remembered her childhood days, when she would wear all sorts of different masks of Ravana, Rama, Superman and Devil etc. She felt a shiver of fear as she recalled how one night her brother came suddenly in her room and pranked her with the devil's mask. Oh Dear!! It still gives her shiver and to her brother the tons of laughter (Two contasting faces one cheerful and other dreadful both the part of same scene).
She gazed through the window of distinctly different masks, with some rectangular, some square and some circular in shapes. But the presence of one mask haunted her. The presence made her both uncomfortable and serene at the same time. She kept gazing at the mask for boundless time.
It was a semi - circular mask like a half- moon, striving to achieve its full shape and size, a full maturity, striving to attain a complete circle. It was in motion, as if running endlessly to conquer its peak, to quench its thirst, and to satisfy the quest. Yet it reflected the silence - A silence that had a sound and this sound could easily be heard inside the girl who was gazing inside at it, as if questioning the identity of the mask.
What made you stop at me in the crowd of so many beautiful and popular masks? - asked the half shaped moon mask. The voice was clear, true and vibrant.
Lady replied (surprisingly with no surprise), " One cannot control, what one can't measure and I am unable to control myself. There is something subtle in you. You had a past that teaches something, you are having a present that seeks something and you will have a future that would.....
"""..............Who are you and why are you here,""" interrupted the Mask.
" I am a seeker, a discoverer, a lover and I am a...... I don't know", replied the lady.
Mask replied, " I will tell you my story or whatever you want to know but before that you will have to fulfill a condition....
""Whats that??""....asked the lady.
Replied Mask, " You go out for one month, be a gypsy, a nomad and observe each person as a new mask - a different mask. Seek answer to - Why do people fake their true self ? Why do they fake with different masks on? I am the tangible mask, but what happens to the intagible masks that each of you wear at every next second? Whats the need of the mask that gives pains and lies to both - the one who wears it and who sees it? Why can't people remain as they were born? Why do they cheat? Why , Why and Why......???......Get the answers and i will tell you my story."
She gazed through the window of distinctly different masks, with some rectangular, some square and some circular in shapes. But the presence of one mask haunted her. The presence made her both uncomfortable and serene at the same time. She kept gazing at the mask for boundless time.
It was a semi - circular mask like a half- moon, striving to achieve its full shape and size, a full maturity, striving to attain a complete circle. It was in motion, as if running endlessly to conquer its peak, to quench its thirst, and to satisfy the quest. Yet it reflected the silence - A silence that had a sound and this sound could easily be heard inside the girl who was gazing inside at it, as if questioning the identity of the mask.
What made you stop at me in the crowd of so many beautiful and popular masks? - asked the half shaped moon mask. The voice was clear, true and vibrant.
Lady replied (surprisingly with no surprise), " One cannot control, what one can't measure and I am unable to control myself. There is something subtle in you. You had a past that teaches something, you are having a present that seeks something and you will have a future that would.....
"""..............Who are you and why are you here,""" interrupted the Mask.
" I am a seeker, a discoverer, a lover and I am a...... I don't know", replied the lady.
Mask replied, " I will tell you my story or whatever you want to know but before that you will have to fulfill a condition....
""Whats that??""....asked the lady.
Replied Mask, " You go out for one month, be a gypsy, a nomad and observe each person as a new mask - a different mask. Seek answer to - Why do people fake their true self ? Why do they fake with different masks on? I am the tangible mask, but what happens to the intagible masks that each of you wear at every next second? Whats the need of the mask that gives pains and lies to both - the one who wears it and who sees it? Why can't people remain as they were born? Why do they cheat? Why , Why and Why......???......Get the answers and i will tell you my story."
Girl challenging the moment left the place immediately and began her journey to seek, to evolve and to find the answers. During her journey she observed pain, hatred, misery, cheat, deciet, selfishness, but also she did observed Peace, Love, Content and felt Him.....
A month passed and she reached the place to meet the mask. She was excited but had fear...she would get the answers that she had waited for. But all her hopes and anxiety turned down as "The Mask" was no more there. The place was empty and blank but one corner of it looked like a Black Hole.
She walked back home and on the way saw the mask she was looking for. It was worn by other man - a stranger, and then she realised that the tangible mask that she was searching for is not the real essence but to remove the intangible, hidden, subtle masks behind the real faces.
........And then she began a new journey to find the real herself, the innerself, away far away from the haunting MASKS.....!!!!
posted by Prashant Goel at 8:19 PM
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To all the dear readers....
The post has been inspired by one of my friend who shared her experience with me and asked me to potray it into words. Without her this post would hav never seen the light.
Thank You Urvi and I hope that u like it.
Thank u all the readers.
o bhai..bahut heavy ho gaya..meri capacity se bahut jyaada..ha ha..
actually, i never realized ki u cud write this well..i thot u r jus a casual lukkha kinds writer..but surely u r much better that wat i thot..keep it up..:-)
hey prashant thanks..
i think it an excellent piece, i feel like the girl in the story, that painting of the mask actually haunts me and the day i saw it, it kinda asked me so many questions which i perhaps failed to hear then, u have brought me to these questions today- i too will try to search for these answers within myself and will try my best to remove the intangible masks that i wear everyday...thanks dear.
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