Hiding Behind A Mask

Hiding Behind A Mask

Would you like to share your thoughts on the match that just concluded?

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What is the future course of action you are planning to take?

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Why do you wear this mask?

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Errm....From when did you want to wear this mask?

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Errmm...well that’s all the time we have folks, signing off.....

From Ever.

Huh? Sorry...what did you say? You mean, you wanted to wear the mask from ever?

Yes.

From what we know, you started wearing the mask once you....

No....you know nothing.

Then would you like to share that knowledge with us?

Hmmmm....

This mask gives me power

What kind of power? Does it give you control over natural elements like fire?

No.

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It gives me power to become something I am not. It gives me power to undo all the wrongdoings that were caused upon me. It gives me power to overcome those odds that I hitherto could not, despite my best and honest attempts at it. This world will never budge from doing what they do best and that is to cause injustice and create an environment of inequality.

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It allows me to be me........ by becoming something I never portrayed myself as.....but in hindsight, was never anything but.

Could you please explain us.......all this.

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Could you please explain us what this mask allows you to be that you say you are not but may be you always were....

There is no may be.

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I always was an oddity, an anomaly. I was the strange one of the group, whichever one that I was part of. I was considered as the odd one out.

Why so?

I don’t know. Or perhaps, I do know.

Perhaps you may know? You are guessing at it aren’t you? Didn’t you just ask your friends or whoever they were, as to why they behaved with you the way they did?

No.

What conclusion did you come to? I mean, how did you reach to the conclusion that you were considered as the odd one out by your peers?

I was made fun of.

You were made fun of?

Yes.

How?

You see, I have this vibe of un-likeability about me.

What do you mean?

I was always the lesser liked. I didn’t get the open arms from people the way everyone else did. I got the shorter end of the stick more times than not. And that would have been okay in all the profits and perks that the commercial end of the life has to offer but it really hurts when even the people that you care for show nothing but ignorance at best and disliking at worst towards you. 

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I am not accepted the way I am. I never was accepted in this society as an equal. They thought – and believed that I lacked something. They thought I was being treated the right way by the almighty because I was not putting in the efforts required to bring happiness to my life. They said that I was not interested in my progress and that I took life in a very casual way. They wanted me to change.

They wanted you to change? How?

It isn’t really important what they wanted me to change....or how. What is important is that they wanted me to change. They wanted me to become something that I never was. In first viewing, it may seem they wanted to change me for better. It may seem they wanted me to become a better person but by repeatedly calling me out on my habits and manners, they were in essence, questioning my very existence, shunning my very identity.

That’s.....that’s sad. How did you react to that?

I didn’t.

I couldn’t...react to their continuous berating of my self-esteem.

See, there is a problem in it. When someone who is not expected to overcome the odds manages to do so, he becomes an inspiration for others. But more than that – he becomes an example. An example to so called berate those others who couldn’t achieve the same goal, all in the name of encouragement.

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The odds that were stacked up against me may never seem big enough to you, as compared to say, odds faced by a person with disability and I understand that. But the very reason that no one else in this world even considers these odds as odds itself makes them bigger. Because what I am expected to deal with everyday in the most, easiest of manners is what I am not capable of pulling off. I am not capable to pull it off because it does not depend upon me. It depends on people. It depends on how they perceive it.

What are you talking?

What I am saying is, take for example this....this guy who is expected to headline the Wrestlemania season this year, this back stabber of a person, this ‘long-haired’, multi-time world champion. He was my brother. He was my best friend. When we were younger, he meant everything to me. But... but these comparisons between him and me, these praises that are bestowed upon him, this iconic status that he has achieved within this organisation has always seen by me with the glass of envy. I am envious, I am jealous because there really should not be any difference between us. I am a two time world champion and I have always been better than him, just not as motivated as him in going outside the box and just not as popular as him.

Does this suggest that you may break upon his festivities come Wrestlemania?

I am better than that.

See, I know him in and out. I can feel his breathing. And I, know for a fact, that he is no more the same man that he once was. He is no more that veteran who brought a mystifying aura with him. He is a dying man and I can see that in his walk. And everyone who saw him, knows that too.

I want to end all the.... all the venom that has been stored inside my heart towards him and let him shine in this, this last dance of his. I want to direct this anger towards....towards someone else.

In that case, where are you setting your eyes then?

World Heavyweight Champion – Daniel Bryan.

Woah!...where did that come from? Besides, Daniel Bryan is set to face Sheamus to defend his World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlemania. What makes you think that you can challenge the World Heavyweight Champion right off the bat?

Because,

I deserve

ONE MORE MATCH!