Appearances can be deceptive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

A friend recently remarked that she had no idea that I could pen a blog. To that I say APPEARANCES CAN BE DECEPTIVE at times. Thank you Garima for sparking off my otherwise latent brain, helped me come up with this post.
I was thinking about this innate need we possess to present a likable a more amiable version to the world.Even though its not a consciously thought out move I find myself going through PHASES and in every single phase a new. distinct and hopefully unique facet of my persona comes to the fore.There are times when I can talk incessantly enough to chop off people's heads and then I can be reticently quiet and thoughtful(which gets misinterpreted as aloofness).
I can be a subtle pacifist, hate the negative vibes from arguments and bad blood of any kind but I am quite capable of retaliating in equal measure when pushed to the wall.I could be the one taking the initiative or be simply happy to follow .I am capable of wallowing in self pity and feeling victimised and then again inspired and energised enough to change the world and make it a better place :) I am a bundle of contradictions (more on that some other time)
For that matter every single person you come across in life is an enigma, time, situations unravel one layer after another to reveal a picture which may or may not be the way you had imagined it to be. I guess that is how you get to discover yourself.
How many times have we been told with occasional condescence" Do not judge a book by its cover". An inherently rebellious streak makes me scoff at such oft repeated idioms. I would rather take a circuitous route and discover the wisdom if any behind them on my own.And I did just that and it struck me just now how literal these idioms can be.I have always have had to fight my way through the first few pages of a book(mostly novels), find them dull and morose, Be patient I tell myself, the intriguing and fascinating stuff may just be a few words away.When I am on the verge of quitting, something rivet ting comes up to ensnare me into its world. Skimming through the pages half heartedly gives way to a state of enrapture, I want to absorb every single word and let it filter down slowly.the premise of the novel enlivens in front of my eyes warping me in an exquisite time/space/era capsule. You get a glimpse of places you have never been to,people and their cultures, experience different eras and be a part of events which shaped the future. Its like going to www.bing.com, love this search engine only coz they put up beautiful picturesque sights from around the world, its a visual treat.
Reading made me realise that there are far more important things happening around the world than me fretting over not being to get the gorgeous dress I had my eyes on for a long time :)
Women tend to look at the humane aspect of any story.We look closely at the characters sometimes in excruciating detail to find something in common, guess its the self redemption urge and then that person or character becomes the protagonist or it could be the other way round, just identify and empathise with the protagonist and then get ready to be drawn into the complete emotional gamut, the highs and the lows, the exaltations and the disappointments, love lost and found Whew women are suckers for sob stories. Living vicariously is what the world of fiction is all about. Lemme warn you about the downside as well. When I am reading a novel I end up living it up completely and I cant stop talking about it.My hubby has to bear the brunt, the last book i read was Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini and by the time I had finished it I had inundated my hubby with all the tidbits about afghanistan,terror,guilt,running away from terrible secrets of the past only to let it gnaw at your insides,emigration to big apple.All my conversations would inevitably end with a reference to an event or a character in the KITERUNNER. I am afraid he isn't going to be too keen to pick up the paperback or watch the movie by the same name any time soon. :)