Why do we all want to be Actors...consciously or sub consciously?

Ok guys...
Opening up with another confession here today...
Yaar, I feel I am on this inane mission to present before you readers my most detestable and dumb qualities and experiences...although why I should do that is completely confounding...????????????
Maybe I assume that by this, you would think of me as more of human rather than the complete goddess of wit, profundity, maturity, sense and sensibility and oh so many things more that you lavish me with in praises...!
Oops acha burai karne the yahan to...

Okies... so growing up as a teenager, I would often stand before the mirror and pretend to be the hottest actress of the moment and mouth out words to myself...
Like... “Ab aisa bhi kya hain hum mein, ke aap hum ko aise dekh rahe hain tab se.....?” Bloody hell.............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oho and it doesn’t stop there...cut two and the walking in of the imaginary hero...of course the latest heart throb who would saunter from behind, woo me no end and we would even break into a song (I was suffering from this disorder, mind you and as of now I am completely cured...well almost cured...).
I would act coy, smile sheepishly or even close my eyes as I was held by my blue eyed boy...acha zyaada ho gaya abhi yaar...
Confessions ke dukan band karne padege....!

Point is that all of us go through these phases when we consciously or subconsciously want to become actors or act.
And don’t give me that shit that you don’t or didn’t ever...!
Studied human behaviour my dear...and since guys read more of my blogs here...you my dear friends take the cake when it comes to doing bloody ‘nautanki’!

We all act, want to act and wouldn’t mind if we became actors....
Imagine walking down the red carpet with flashlights flooding you...or wearing that chiffon saree on the Alps in Swiss locales and Shahrukh Khan rushing into your open arms...Shahrukh not so much...Hrithik Roshan would do...but then no one runs into arms like Shahrukh Khan does...hmmm....
And then there is also Akshay and his muscles and Farhan Akhtar and his charm...
Oho...bloody koi bhi chalega yaar....a hunk running into the arms is important here...who does it is paltry....! Imagine giving interviews, award winning speeches or flinging that flirtish kiss to crowds that swoon and aplomb for you, in those annoying screeches which are musical only for the person they are being addressed to. Imagine doors being opened and not just referring to gates of buildings here...just smiling and getting away even with murder....living the mush existence and courting a new love, playing a new life each day. Just the thought is sooooooo orgasmic, like I like to say...!

But then, not all of us can rush to Mumbai...not all of our latent talents get tapped....not always does are true rock star potential comes to the fore...! So we compromise and comprehend our surroundings and begin to act there. Act in our roles and behaviour and in how the world should perceive us to be....we act in relationships, presentations and manifestations...We act dumb when we understand or act witty without the faintest idea of what is being talked about. We act coy, we act innocent to get out of tricky situations and then often also admit to guilt to do the same.
We act and we act till the realms of reality and fiction submerges and we live in a world we create with our own direction. Except there are no retakes here....no end of one flick so that you can begin another...!How we act does irrevocably forms our character and thereby our fan following of dear ones and acquaintances....reel life and real life is very much here. And sadly the audience in both cases are often equally dumb, getting swept away by outside glitz...!

So while we play our parts with no one shouting “cut” there...then how long can we stay in the character... I wonder?
Do what we get or what we see is then also what it is?
Can we possibly always wear the garbs of our acts or do we realize when we adorn them and when we discard?
Do we admire, acknowledge and flaunt the actor within us or keep him in guarded secret from the world?

Perhaps a little bit of acting is quintessential...a little bit to add the zest to the mundane...a little bit to minus the aggravations...a little bit to feel yes, I have arrived and the world is my stage...and I just have to play on...till it’s my time to exist!