I am here. I don't have any clue why? Perhaps, because it is in fashion to be here. But what the hell ! Why is it so difficult for me to be me? The opening two sentences have held true for wherever I have been and most of the things that I have been doing for the last 22 years. I am not the real I. Infact I have not been allowed to recognize the real me and it has been lost somewhere during the course of time. Everyone is running. A mad rush. There is nothing really to achieve. But still, run. Everyone is doing so. I am doing so. A line has been drawn. Keep following with blind eyes and deaf ears. Engineering degree.. ah! a safe career. An MBA.. even better. What next ? Yeah, its all about the stupid money. That is what everyone is running after. That is what has guided me (or rather, my choices). But the fact is, I don't know myself. 22 years have not been enough for me to figure out what I really want. Baz Luhrmann (Everybody's free (to wear sunscreen)) gives some comfort. That is what I have been doing. Find comfort in small things. Or rather, only they can be comforting. Larger picture is same for everyone. King and the Pawn end up in same box once the game is over. Its only the race to the box that everyone is part of.
