BEAUTIFUL MASK CHAPTER ONE

Chapter one

The beautiful mask

Let me take you to a very, very sweet session which, concentrate much in a beautiful foyer, where families meet. Where lovers and experts meet and where the world meets. It is not astonishing that the scholar managed to produce a document of this kind. He visualized things from a higher level. It is so amazing at times how we as scholars manipulate our minds to attend big issues from a small space. It was at the foyer of a well designed wide open cinema house.I got an opportunity that brought the world so nearer to me. The salary was not motivating but, the open view at the foyer always entertained my mind and exposed me to a remarkable observation. I began to be myself at that moment. Many people came to the mall to experience the beauty of the place, more especial the cinema house. I was standing at the foyer daily tearing tickets, closing and opening the doors of the theatres. Welcoming the guests and adjusting their moods also emotions. It became my daily duty to condition my guest’s conducts. I knew how hard this was and understood that my behavior was under a serious test. Life at the foyer, it was so beautiful and amazing in a broader way. It is more interesting to see it that way. The value of my guests and their cultures also customs were distinct. My guests were coming from different countries and nationalities. It took me a couple of months to understand that I was standing on an international podium. I began to double check each an every move that I made.My guest care standard developed rapidly.

As I already indicated above that the salary was not motivating at all. At sometimes I became angry at myself and cried silently inside me. It was a deep pain which I can’t express even as a writer, more especially because I also fought back against that highly demoting spirit. I felt so embarrassed by my position at work and my salary that I even felt as if all my guests were all aware of my salary. I became stupid for some days, truly thinking that I was a stupid. How can one think of it like I did? I began to dissect my anger, embarrassment, depression and fear of living that way endlessly. I endured some problems except the challenges at work. That was not my nice times I can tell. I was just nothing at all inside and outside. I began to study my position. I nearly blamed wrong people for this but I knew that it was not the best way for me to approach it.As a janitor I was bound to put on a smile on my face no matter how and what kind of problem I had at that moment. I began to become more interested in trying to understand things better and in depth. I knew that my life was just nothing and nothing to lose.I created a medical topic which will be detailed in chapter two of this text. The topic was easy to talk about and interesting to my guests because it sounded, like a puzzle indeed. I created permanent questions and already made responses. It was something scientifically monitored and an unavoidable quest process.

I premeditated my speech. It was something scientifically obvious which most of the people felt like they knew better about but, they knew less. Many of my guests were not scientifically inclined to defend the moral medical belief which they unconsciously served daily. I conduct numerous interviews which sounded more informal and mostly disrupted by lack of time. It was interesting the manner in which I expressed unexpected intellectual skill of engagement and the highest knowledge of a paradoxical medical procedural art. Most of the medical students, who visited the cinema frequently shown, a lot of interest and being fond of, observing a doorman, speaking their text book scientific words. We were tackling factual debates and enjoying the scientific spirit that embraced us for a small time. The elders always made comparison between the modern doctors and old times doctors. They also gave me realistic examples of the medical events in as far as the commercialization of the medical profession is all about. All those unfinished conversations echoed in my subconscious and began to develop a will power inside me to create an in depth scientific research on medical transformation and its procedural art. This was the dawn of science indeed and the beginning of my journey in this less traveled path.I stood by the door to observe the physiological character of the cleaners, the box office point cashiers and the catering point cashiers comparing it to that of their guests and I saw a big difference.

It was explicit that our staff was having a physiological defect compared to that of our guests and of which the psychological character was brought into scrutiny in my mind. The brilliance and joy curtailed by the basic principles of commercial practice. Forceful smiles within those masked, stretched facial muscles behind the counters also to the doormen. We were programmed to be happy no matter what, looking like being happy all of the time was one of our job descriptions. Less enlightened ladies managing the mask and ensuring that it doesn’t fall or get unveiled. Ernesto CHE Guevara’s guerilla warfare manual text in my hand, and the situation went to a point in whereby I saw that the work was not as difficult as I thought to an extent that I began to see it as a waste of my precious lifetime. I carried along this above mentioned text to get myself a little busy with it than whatever was called job descriptions. I was always reminded by the co-slaves that that warfare manual was going to get me out of work and by the so called controllers who were saying it with embarrassment and in a whispering manner. They knew how negative it felt to deny somebody an opportunity to become educated in anyway and anywhere and I was also aware of that feeling so I took advantage of that. It became clear to them that I have come to see the beautiful foyer as my classroom but, they had nothing to do with it.

This funny job which was a responsibility and a tunnel of pain remain so significant to my life in that it exposed me to the world. It was the stagger time that was more important to the employer more than anything else. Stagger time is that special business moment or commercial point in whereby guests are staggering around the foyer coming into the theatres and out of the theatres, whilst a lot of them queuing to purchase tickets, pop corns, soda and sometimes sweets. It was as if we were hired to observe the life of the smooth life of the innocent once in heaven. The manner in which the guest smoothly staggered around that beautiful foyer it was so nice and peaceful. People came to the cinema with their families and that is what reminded us that our lives, was paused by our virtues. The most loathing part is that, the cinema was open every day of the year no holiday, no nothing. We were working on Christmas, new year‘s days, good Friday, freedom day and the workers day. This was the highest insult I couldn’t manage to endure but, I had no choice. Life at the beautiful foyer was so hard for me at times. Open your imaginary eyes and glance at that pure oval shaped white ceiling with hidden sky blue lights that protruded from its depth. Small round flash lights sparkling around like stars and, the silent elevator helping the guests to reach over the top to their man made heaven.Lack of satisfaction and grief made me to incur the highest degree of fear of living and dying. I feared living because a lot of what was valuable to me was cropped away from me everyday.

The concept cropping is a photographic jargon which means eliminating all the invaluable things out of the picture but, in my case the most valuable things were cropped out of me everyday, my untouchable assets, dignity, pride and decency. I didn’t have any choice but, to be there. Now that I can explain this story to you I feel like I’m painting a gloomy picture on a sunny day and crying on a Sunday. Everything there was so beautiful and not so easy to see behind the smiling masked stretched facial muscles of shame.Most of the guests cross questioned me every time we greeted in order to verify my response and it always became explicit in my second responses that I was not fine. I could learn that some of our guests understood what I was going through. Our regular guests always asked why I was happy everyday and some thought that I was taking drugs because I was always pretending to be happy on my face but my words were so much incongruent. At every time when I engaged my guests on academic and intellectual topics they felt the scientific weight of my anger and my humble nobility to be in the position which I was at that time. I concealed it by ensuring that the debates were conducted on my terms and conditions and helpful manner and, avoided to spark useless arguments. The scenario was beautiful and orderly outside but chaotic inside. It became clear to me that I was under mental slavery.Something was eating my body so slowly and invisibly. My fear to quit the job is one of the things which turned to be my worst enemy indeed. I didn’t have any person to talk with about this because I always felt as if I brought it to myself. I always looked behind and saw millions of mistakes I have committed and opportunities I have lost.

Later I learned that there was no single mistake I have committed to myself and I never lost any opportunity that was ever mine and that is why I got the strength to write this book. The situation was so heavy, deep and of a desperate kind because the same job that I began to hate so much was my only source of income which left me more vulnerable more than the time I was unemployed. The fear to die at that time was brought by the fact that I could see that the situation that I was living in was a dying situation.I was so weak that I couldn’t reach my grave point with dignity and courage. Although I felt surrounded by the spirit of death I also learned that the same death was surely miles away from me. As a scholar, I acknowledged myself as an intellectual waste. A dead mind observing the living minds. I questioned my genuine existence daily. I knew that even if I could get another better job I wouldn’t forgive myself for going through that road. It was the path less traveled, like a coffin sinking slowly into the grave and only traveled by one.What I experienced at the beautiful foyer exposed me to the naked evil elements of fear. The pressure of fear and loss, I weaved myself in the scene and directed it until I became one with fear. I listened to the vocabulary of fear and its tales. The only brave thing to do was to unveil this mask to you. The smooth picture I have painted with dark paint and diluted it with tears I shared in the beautiful foyer.

I learned how the heaven that I have been told of looks like and the meaning of the angels on earthly made heaven. The earthly meaning of angel is somebody who does a great job and gets less paid. Some of the angels like me who philosophize about the evil character of this man made heaven would be thrown out of it. It is conspiracy with intent to defame the beautiful image of heaven. It was life at the foyer.Depression and frustration was explicit on the faces of the cleaners and those gloomy stretched facial muscles at the box office point and the catering point of the cinema house, the doorman was no exception. Observing people living their life in a complete manner whereas yours is incomplete is naturally erosive indeed. I began to study our response to fear and to its sources. As a natural scholar, I didn’t have any choice but to establish the relevance of the inside with this outside. Being exposed to this versatile environment sparked an illumination of science beyond the text book science.

This picture was well captured make no mistake. I knew that I should go upstairs to join the film crew but I became a little reluctant because my research was incomplete.The salary was better upstairs and the job honorable and thus I had to fast track my research. I began to be open with my guests by telling them that I was doing a research on medical transformation and procedural art which sounded more of an awkward statement coming from an awkward being. Much attention was given to my topic because I was a doorman and a medical researcher simultaneously. My scientific vocabulary developed a lot along the way after I have bought the dictionary of mind and body which gave me definitions of medical terms and exposed me to concepts such as alternative and paradox medical schools of thoughts. The research began to be more of a doctor to a doctor’s conversation when I had an opportunity to collide with a medical doctor. Although some of my questions were heavy and rude to them it was so interesting because they didn’t expect me to engage them purely scientific. I was so friendly and humble that nobody could have suspected me to be a researcher of this radical magnitude. In this book I wrote my thesis and presented a sharpened medical contradiction for scholars like you to keep yourselves busy with in this one life.

In all my letters herein I have always presented myself as an ordinary man based on my ordinary image at the beautiful foyer.As a doorman I managed to link the small voices in the foyer with the big voices. It was so interesting for me to help the kids and to enjoy funny moments with them. The cinema was having nine theatres which always reminded me of the dean of student affairs at the university, who always referred me to the ninth column when I came across moments of cross roads. My dean always advised me to invoke the ninth column of my mental faculty when I reach cross roads. This book is an attempt to open the ninth door in our minds. When I read any book, I wish to come across a statement that will make me superior to my peers in knowledge. In this text I have put my best to meet that expectation but, it was not easy for me as the puzzle of art connected itself through me.

My struggle to simplify and to configure the conversations I conducted at the beautiful foyer couldn’t be an easy exercise if I didn’t read the Reminiscence of the Cuban Revolution by Ernesto CHE Guevara in whereby I could hear the writer’s humble voice and selfless gift. It was upon that background that I could attempt to open the ninth door of this beautiful cinema house with pride and joy. Amongst the sons and daughters of the ambassadors, civil engineers, lawyers, actors/actresses and doctors from distinctive intellectual fields an ordinary man crafted a solid picture of science. It was a blessing for me to observe the high, middle and lower class people in one picture. The majority of our guests were perfectionists and that is why they understood us better than the way we understood them and more than the way our employer understood us. I have reserved a precious space in this chapter to include this remarkable incident in the foyer.

One of those bad days, one of the cleaners who, was epileptic fell down during the stagger time. Twelve medical doctors moved swiftly and impressively out of the queue staggered around her and began a strange medical vocabulary which even if not that familiar to most of the words I could figure out they were all not differing about the medical step which was to be recommended as a first aid. After that, only one doctor was left kneeling next to the patient whilst the rest promising us that she was going to be fine and that she was in good hands. Their words and courage became a pillar of strength to all of us. One of those doctors used his mobile phone to contact the emergency guys who arrive later but no panic because the incident was given the highest level of attention as it deserved. Through this incident I have learned to see the readiness and generosity which our doctors are ready to parade if called for. I have also realized that most of our doctors are willing to give all their best even at no cost if called for.

It was then that I began to also research about the commercial aspects of the medical profession. My communication with my guests began to expand and my mind relaxed because I knew that my guests were good people.In nutshell, all about this research was conducted in a very sophisticated arena of sophisticated individuals. It must remain clear to the reader that I as the writer conducted several and endless interviews with relevant people from all over the world and all socio economic classes.The fact that this book was inspired and written in higher places by an ordinary man should reflect to the reader that I was adaptive both intellectual and emotionally. I brought my intellectual character into practice and cultivated my opportunity in a scientific manner without bias unless judged other wise by the reader. I have chosen the less traveled path for your sake. I have silently endured the pains I came across and overcame them. My wish is that the reader should enjoy this document without being offended because there is nothing personal herein.

Furthermore, LET ME EXPLOIT THIS OPPORTUNITY AND DECLARE MY LOVE FOR ALL MY GUESTS. THEY ALL CONTRIBUTED DIRECTLY TO ME BY ACCEPTING MY QUESTIONS AND BY GREETING ME AND RESPECTING EVERYTIME THEY VISITED THE CINEMA.

This beautiful foyer became one with me as I exchanged radical scholastically views with members from all classes. This research was conducted in a classic higher place, by an ordinary doorman. A beautiful science indeed! A lot of consultation was done and a fertile opportunity exploited by an ordinary scholar. This small chapter serves to illustrate how the research was broadly conducted and how findings were deliberated by international beings. It is one of those inventions in that the method of research itself was by virtue of a coincidence. The scholar just got inspired by an environment and exploited it to produce acceptable conclusion. The letters herein are made for you to develop your own judgment of the idea in question.

The letter from the president is a fictitious letter designed by the author for the sake of creating a solid conversational scenario to the reader.