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Pretending to be?

Hello Everyone!
I hope you all are doing good at your home in this deadly pandemic which has engulfed the normal way (as it used to be) of living life. The stimulus to write this piece came from a long-standing feeling that I have had for people who surround me and behave in a weird way. Most of the things which I write today might not be politically correct, so, consider this as a DISCLAIMER for the same. You can also choose not to read further as one of the situations which I describe might be what you have been in and rationalised it, but, I must say that 99% I won't feel the same. 

So, to begin with, I would like to tell you the reason why I chose such an out of the place title - 'Pretending to be?'. This has been done to aptly describe a situation that I face on day to day basis i.e. people pretending to be something that they are not. 
Either they are too sweet or too diplomatic to make sure that they are in someone's good books. This irritates me because when someone in close contact with me performs such actions I feel a little strange as I know it for a fact that no human wants to live a 'double life. It seems to them that if they pretend i.e. flattering him/her at all right moments., the person will be good to them or favour them. This is exactly opposite to who I am cause I usually see the work, honesty and will of an individual before deciding that I want to socialise with them or not. 
This problem doesn't stop here but seeps down into the very being of in this world nowadays. The number of false promises, undeserving praises and fake happy go lucky situations I see on an everyday basis is huge. I see people pretending to like something which they hate with all the hatred they have. I see people eating, drinking and consuming things that they would have never just to make sure that they fit in their circle of friends. I see people gossiping about the person they were with just moments ago in a negative or sensationalising way. All these things might seem as day to day things in the work environment but I choose to believe that we have the potential to be better and more sophisticated than this. 
What seems like an opportunity to impress might become a start for your other work life. What starts as a chance to go ahead of everyone and achieve something might become a problem which you have to deal with forever. Although this kind of behaviour comes naturally to some people i.e. living politically, still, I choose to believe that there is some good left in them which identifies the idealistic, honest and good person amongst them.
We can choose to live the life of stress and constant game but there is always a choice of being civilised, peaceful and content with the right thing. I personally choose to take this as a compliment when someone says that I have not changed at a personal level and am the same as I used to be in school days, college or even post-graduate level. This makes my belief firmer that life goals can be achieved even if we stick to our basic honest etiquettes. Yes, the path to success or even achieving something is much harder and sometimes unfruitful, still, there is some inner peace in living the life of simplicity.  In conclusion, I would happily trade the life of no spotlight instead of being a hero for anyone. I hope you feel the same! 

PS - this was written 6 months back and completed today! Hence the start of the pandemic...

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