sojourns of an overworked mind...
Ah...life!
When would i be able to understand you; my beloved life?
One moment, you seem so glorious...so charming...so wonderful...
and only the next , there seems to be no reason for you to exist.
Who is it, actually, inhabiting this fickel frame of mine that you call a body?
Okay. I have a name.
But that could so easily have been something else.
Then, what is my identity? A mere name definitely couldnt describe this assortment of a gazzilion cells which swing, throb, dance, multiply...all in one moment...
What is more confusing, however, is how to go about finding that identity of mine.
People say that the whole point of living is finding that one calling in life.
But how do you segregate the call; or worse still; what if you feel that except going with the flow and following the holy laissez-faire, there is nothing much you can do and the call may never come?
The thought of never being able to find the 'calling' scares me; terrorises me.
I may be a millionaire. or a terrosist. or a musician. or a fortune-500 ceo.
But who the bloody hell am i?
This day, here i am; sitting in this home of mine in palam vihar, guragon, haryana, india, asia, the earth, the milky way, the universe, the cosmos.
Holy shit.
What if i was to be thrown deep into the annals of this cosmos; far from my security..my friends..my family..? what reason would the souls who linger after me have the reason to remember that a-somebody-by-that-certain-name existed?
What is the point of just existing?
Leave out the world; this country itself churns out lakhs of graduates, and even more illiterates of the same age, every year.
What is it that separates me from them?
I may sound paranoid; i definitely dont mind being one if it makes me understand my purpose in this matrix you call the world.
I know i am very lucky: a family that loves me more than themselves; friends who i know would go out of their ways for me, a stamp of being an alumnus of the best school in India, and now being a student of the best commerce college there is in asia.Touchwood.
But still there is this huge void. This confusion. This complexity...of not being able to find that one reason for my being here...
Existing is one thing; living is quite another.
And believe me; i will somehow find out what it is;l someday...somehow...
When would i be able to understand you; my beloved life?
One moment, you seem so glorious...so charming...so wonderful...
and only the next , there seems to be no reason for you to exist.
Who is it, actually, inhabiting this fickel frame of mine that you call a body?
Okay. I have a name.
But that could so easily have been something else.
Then, what is my identity? A mere name definitely couldnt describe this assortment of a gazzilion cells which swing, throb, dance, multiply...all in one moment...
What is more confusing, however, is how to go about finding that identity of mine.
People say that the whole point of living is finding that one calling in life.
But how do you segregate the call; or worse still; what if you feel that except going with the flow and following the holy laissez-faire, there is nothing much you can do and the call may never come?
The thought of never being able to find the 'calling' scares me; terrorises me.
I may be a millionaire. or a terrosist. or a musician. or a fortune-500 ceo.
But who the bloody hell am i?
This day, here i am; sitting in this home of mine in palam vihar, guragon, haryana, india, asia, the earth, the milky way, the universe, the cosmos.
Holy shit.
What if i was to be thrown deep into the annals of this cosmos; far from my security..my friends..my family..? what reason would the souls who linger after me have the reason to remember that a-somebody-by-that-certain-name existed?
What is the point of just existing?
Leave out the world; this country itself churns out lakhs of graduates, and even more illiterates of the same age, every year.
What is it that separates me from them?
I may sound paranoid; i definitely dont mind being one if it makes me understand my purpose in this matrix you call the world.
I know i am very lucky: a family that loves me more than themselves; friends who i know would go out of their ways for me, a stamp of being an alumnus of the best school in India, and now being a student of the best commerce college there is in asia.Touchwood.
But still there is this huge void. This confusion. This complexity...of not being able to find that one reason for my being here...
Existing is one thing; living is quite another.
And believe me; i will somehow find out what it is;l someday...somehow...
posted by Abhimanyu at
9:08 PM
1 Comments:
could totally relate to this blog....loved it
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