I have been told so, on many occasions. By my colleagues, my bosses, my classmates and even my professors. While my superiors always found me the most sincere of the lot, someone who never lost focus of her aim in life, my colleagues and friends on their first impression always find me ‘serious’.
“Are you serious?” used to be my prompt reply each time someone told me they had never imagined I could be a fun-loving soul with a good sense of humor when they had met me the first time. I have been told so and I have actually retorted the exact same way on so many occasions that I have somehow skilled the act of acting surprised each time it is repeated in my life.
Some of my best buddies actually went ahead to tell me, that I actually scared (intimidated) them in our first meeting by how sincere, focused and studious I looked and behaved. Though I have been lucky that I never needed to explain, for within a matter of days following the time someone made up an impression about me, they’ll be forced to cross it and begin calling me ‘someone like themselves’.
I have thought about it on many occasions, talked about it to many close friends, but somehow why this happens over and over again is something I absolutely fail to understand. Not just in my native place, but at many different places around the world, people have remarked along the same lines.
When an understanding fails me, I try to attribute it to the malleability of my character to help me mold myself according to my surroundings. But the most surprising part is, people of clearly different personalities, cultures and beliefs so often call me ‘someone who is just like them’. This is something I am yet to find an answer to.
As far intimidating, it’s my silence (or habit of talking less to strangers) that probably gives my persona an eerie feel.
Mingling easily is a positive trait, but then I am hopeless at small-talk and beyond a couple of sentences, I am usually blank at how to keep the conversation going. I am strictly against gossiping and watching TV and films isn’t my cup of tea. Then how on earth could people mistake me to be someone like them? That too so many different people.
I am writing this post as a record, to come back to several years down the line to check whether I continue to be the same over time and if someday, I find out the trick that magically spins this illusion about me in the minds of everyone I come across.
The song on my mind: Dil ki Girah khol do ~ Raat aur Din