Let’s admit it, when it comes to faking/pretending/posing no one can beat us. We have mastered this art over the years and take pride in it. Majority of us love to over react to simple situations in life. We have a habit of making a mountain out of a molehill.
It starts off at an early age, develops in the teens (when not curbed) and becomes a habit for the rest of the person’s life. It is done to attract other’s attention and gain importance. It is specially seen in those, who as kids did not receive there share of due attention and also in those who have serious inferiority complex.
They start living in a world of their own and fantacise about things. They are easily influenced by others and tend to copy others. They have stereotyped reactions to different situations in life and they behave accordingly. For example if a distant 95 year old great grand uncle dies, these people will wail like crazy, just because one is supposed to cry at a funeral. The very next minute these people will be absolutely fine and would be narrating how their bus seats were so uncomfortable to another distant relative of the same breed.
We overreact the most in times of pain, especially if it is the other person who is suffering. We just have to show that “we care” and are much affected, so, we shed crocodile tears.
We console a friend who has just suffered a tragic loss with emotional and stereotyped/filmy dialogues with a flow of tears which would put the friend to shame. And when an aunty utters the golden lines “bechaari ko bohot dukh hua hain, ro ro ke sookh gayi hain” it is a job well done. Such lines add fuel to the burning fire of drama, it encourages them to wail even more. So, consoling the aggrieved takes backseat and the already grief stricken environment is elevated to a higher level.
There is a very fine line between mourning and hogging everybody’s attention. But sadly, the tear filled eyes are unable to see that line. In reality most of such fakers are not even there, mentally that is, they do an excellent job of pretending whereas their mind is planning an excuse to get out of there because there is a 'date' in the evening.
In earlier times there used to be a group of women called “Rudaalis”, they wore black clothes and were hired to mourn a death in the family. Well as they say, something’s never change, they just transform with time. Similarly, these people are the new “Rudaalis” (They refrain from the black clothes though and attention/importance has replaced remuneration).
Case in point was of a 20 something whose uncle was on his deathbed, doctors had given up hope and the coming 72 hours were very critical. Saddened by this terrible and sudden development, he allegedly refused to have his dinner. But two days later, he bought a new car, decorated it and went to Chandigarh to attend a friends’ marriage. (The 72 hours had not passed yet!)
I have seen people who like to sensationalize certain news and derive pleasure out of it. Few years back a friend of mine was very ill; according to the doctors there was a slim chance that the person had dengue. Another common friend however declared that it was indeed dengue. Believe it or not, he himself predicted that the friend would not survive. Even after a lot of convincing he was adamant. It was like he wanted that person to die. Surprisingly, in spite of showing so much “concern” he visited the friend once a week and his girlfriend daily!
I have seen many grown up girls around me who still behave like a child and talk like them. Getting pampered by your partner in your house is a different thing but requesting your friends to feed you with their hands because you do not feel like, that too in a child’s voice is HIGHLY IRRITATING and CHEESY. If you are not a child but still want to be treated like one, there is something seriously wrong with you.
The biggest problem with such people is that if you try to talk sense into them, it will always backfire. They have a habit of covering themselves in a blanket of self-pity. They love to gain sympathy by revealing the sad story of their life, even to strangers. How they were neglected at home and how their parents do not care.
Now, I am sure after going through this blog many of you would try to categorise yourself, whether you belong to the group on whom this blog is written or not.
The answer is simple, if the blog annoys you then you belong to the first group and if the people in the blog annoy you then you are in the second.
So, what are you? :)
P.S. As I have examples galore of such people around me, this blog is dedicated to all of them :) Cheers!!!
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