What we've become?

1. Eid is one of the few days you have better chance for forgiveness from The Almighty. It offers you a chance of cleansing. Right now, I can think of only other event that provides similar opportunity, Hajj. Mere thought of punishment of hell should make you tremble in fear. For some reason I could never connect to those emotions. Is it because my heart made of stones? I think not. I like to think my heart is made of Plastic. Recycled Industrial Plastic. It works. Durable. Easy to repair. Artificial.
2. Speaking of artificial, there is one more thing I was able to fake flawlessly. Smile. Want to land that next business deal? Present yourself with a smile. Want that job? Present yourself with a smile. I got so good at faking, that it actually ended up looking original.
3. I used to have fun on Eid. Then life happened. Me and my friends got scattered across country. Across entire globe. Only few remains within my immediate reach. I could go and hangout with them. This would mean Hiring a cab only to pay him at least double fare for driving me 5 minutes in this empty city. Then go for a snack in some coffee shop with the whole group. As a freelancer, I make decent amount of money now and then. But I never managed enough courage to get inside one of these coffee shop to get myself cup of coffee. The problem doesn’t stop there. As a student, DIYer, curious mind; I want to share my ideas with people. Have a fruitful discussion. Only way I can do that is by spending a fortune on coffee shops. It’s all about money now a days. If only there was a concept of a place where you could relax on a summer afternoon, chit chat with your friends, spend a good time with your family. Oh wait! There is something like that. It’s called public park. We HAD some of those here in Dhaka. Not sure what it has become now.
4. There will be good and evil sides of all entities. It is not unusual for people to have 2 faces. I can handle people with 2 faces. In face we all have few faces. I’m not the same person when I’m with my little sister, in comparison to when I’m with my professor, my friends, my boss. Now we have few more faces to put up. One for Facebook. One for Twitter. One for instagram. Yes, the image I have of myself on Facebook, doesn’t match with my real life image. The image of myself on my BlogSpot site, doesn’t match with my main web site. I understand that. When I interact with a person I remember these facts. What I’m afraid of, when I’ll look myself in the mirror after 40 years; who will I be?