Staring at myself in the mirror at times I have looked away realizing that I am a stranger to myself...often these thoughts haunt me” Who am I? Does my presence make any difference in this world?? Won’t this world move on after I die? Loved ones might give me a tribute in tears...But they will move on eventually, wont they? And so will this world which never ceased in the first place. So why am I here?” Never have I been able to do justice to these queries.
I feel at times that the whole world revolves around me, I am the central character of this play of mammoth proportions, everything happening here is related to me in some unexplainable way....that's just my ignorance, isn’t it? After all this world has seen births and deaths before I was born...and I have a strong feeling that it will be so after me.
I know this is a quest which has been taken upon by many...the search for oneself, a look into ones own soul. I don't know where I am headed; I might stumble upon novel thoughts and redefine a few that already exist. Its here where I pause, take a moment to look at this phenomenon called “LIFE”. The experience of a life time....the search for the purpose of my life...my existence...My ASTITVA
Monday, September 10, 2007
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