MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL…
“Carol you are next. Hurry! Lekha, you’ll enter the stage from the left”, I yelled in the dressing room. Frantic assistants, unruffled designers, attentive make-up crew and skimpy or barely clad models thronged the dressing room of the fashion show. Loud music, flashy lights, designer clothes, cigarette smoke and bouquet of wine created the ambience. My part for the next 45 minutes was to put a rhythm to the frenzied chaos.
“You are next, be quick”, I said to another model after a few minutes. The assistants were attending to her clothes while she took another quick gulp of wine.
She had already consumed three cigarettes and almost a bottle of wine. She was wearing a fine gown and finer make up. She was one of the celebrated models of the country that many girls idolize. In a few minutes, a crowd of 200 would be cheering for her. She looked every bit stunning and had had enough wine to make her feel stunning too. For anybody else, nothing about her would have reflected anything but confidence.Yet when she put her glass down to take a look at the mirror, for a second the supermodel froze.
The mirror showed her everything she wanted to see; but a mirror does not speak all that one should hear. Not just seeing, it takes a lot more for believing.
I freeze when I press the ‘Publish’ button for my blog posts. I am aware that I can write satisfactorily. I received my first compliment about my writing by my school teacher who still had to teach a lot about words and grammar. My works have made it to reputed national dailies. I may not be the best but I am good enough to write a blog post. Yet there is one tiny moment before I publish the post where I stop.
What keeps me going? Words. Your words. I might not remember what I wrote after a few days, but I would remember what you wrote. The short comment, the long comment, critique, praise, I remember them all. Some only comment out of their love for me, some are subtly or bluntly advertising their own blogs. Yet I crave for those words. I hold all those ‘like’s dearly. I recall the words of encouragement and faith received about my writing, for this blog or elsewhere. And that is when I find the courage to dispel the doubts.
We all often need words to go keep moving, to clear those grey shadows of suspicion and fear. We all keep looking for those words incessantly. And we deserve it too.
The mirror does not speak. Lifeless work does not speak. But thoughtful words resonate in the mind and speak back to us when we need them.
“You look perfect. Let’s go”, I said to her. If it hadn’t been a frantic dressing room, I would have said more. If she wouldn’t have had a crowd to impress in a minute, she would have responded with more than a smile. It was my time to be the speaking mirror. And I will continue to be one when I have to.
Posted on July 3, 2011, in happiness, Kindness, Life, Life-lesson, People, Words, Work and tagged backstage, blogging, comments, confidence, dressing room, kind words, kindness, likes, mirror, ramp model, speaking mirrror, supermodel. Bookmark the permalink. 44 Comments.