I See Plastic.

When you walk into your classroom,at least a hundred out of the three hundred smile at you.

When you get into the lift, the irritating woman from the third floor, you absolutely hate is in there and you greet her.

You tell your best friend how annoying a certain girl is and then you squeal and hug the girl when you meet her. Sometimes, you may also tell her how pretty she's looking. (Yes, you did mention to your best friend how ugly her red streaks are.)

Honest much?

Just today, I was coming back home from college and was standing at the door, preparing to get off at the next station.

A lady weighing roughly a hundred kilos stepped on my foot, which was already bandaged owing to a recent accident. She said sorry and all the other flowery things. Then she scooted inside and told the lady next to her, "Why should you stand at the door if you're already hurt?" in Marathi, all this while, smiling at me.

With all the respect and politeness in the world, I told her, "Aunty, I'm a Maharashtrian."

She was visibly embarrassed, and I gave her a scathing look, politely.

Its a fake fake world out there. And you're so accustomed to the falseness of it that you've just conditioned yourself to play along and live with it.

During Malhar, the Xavier's College Fest, I wasn't "The-Bitch-Who-I-Hate-So-Much" anymore. I was suddenly "The-Long-Lost-Friend-Of-Mine-Who is coincidentally working at the VIP gates."

Well, just so you know, I was back to being The Bitch as the third day of Malhar ended.

We're all living in the fake world, living our lives under false pretenses where everything is "Cute" and "Awesome" and where everyone loves everyone..as long as its of some use to them.

Birthdays, for example, are the days when everyone loves you, and you're suddenly extremely pretty and everyone's best friend. Whats funny is that you actually respond to all that sugar coated diabetic sweetness. Which lasts only for that day btw.

When you open your eyes to reality, and sacrifice your comfort of delusions, you'll see people.

Those who're honest enough to tell you what makes you look fat and what doesn't.

Those who'll know all your dark secrets and never judge you.

Those who are familiar with your negative aspects and still love you.

Those who will make you laugh even after you're punished for laughing. Not those who look at you menacingly and pretend to be sad that you're being chucked out.

When I look around today, I see plastic. If you tug too hard at it, it may just.. Break.