The other day I was talking to a friend.
She was asking me
'how could you do that?'.
Well it is customary in my experience that people do ask me sometime or other this question. They have known me before. Based on that they have least expected that I will be able to do that. But really even I do not know that I can do somethings which I have done. Examples will be tedious. You can find one even from your own experience.
The point is why I can't be sure about myself.
Sometimes I am tempted to say, as I said to her on that day, 'Nowadays I am not able to predict or predicate anything of me. Rather I resist to rely on any of my own self-normations. If I am not sounding mystical I can say 'I am but a gatekeeper to the fellow inside, whom I don't know about except what he gives me to know.' The funny thing is the fellow inside is really -- me !
We are born to the knowledge we profess and we transcend the same in no time.
Right from the moment of birth somebody is writing the story -- from inside out and reading the scenario from outside in.
Right from the moment of birth somebody is writing the story -- from inside out and reading the scenario from outside in.
He is calling himself as he was and, so far, many identities have been changing over and over with time. A small boy with shorts kicking an imaginary football in a wayward pebble thru the streets, taking out the groundnut cookies from the trouser pockets and pelleting in as going along and singing some ditties and hooing back to the call of some buddies ---Is he the same script-writer, the one just now?
May be or may be not.
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