IDENTITY ... A fight between me and my thoughts.
IDENTITY ... The story of me.
Who am I??
Am I real or just an imagination of someone?
Do I really exist?
Is this world around me real?
Or it’s just an environment provided by my imaginer?
If I am real, it’s well and good. The food I eat, the things I do…really do affect me and others around me. But what if I am just a virtual person? Then what’s the use of all these activities of mine? Maybe they might also be imagined by “that” real person whose imagination I am.
These were the thoughts when I saw the movie “Identity”. It totally distorted my ideas of this world and me. But with time, it faded quickly. I had forgotten it and was leading a normal life. BUT few days back, the ideas suddenly resurfaced to me. I was thinking something while I was going to my office. These thoughts led me to remember the movie again. And it should be hard to believe,(even I felt awkward later) that the thoughts affected my actions drastically.
Earlier while crossing roads, I used to wait until the lane was clear of traffic. No vehicle should be approaching me. I used to try to be 100% risk-free. But that day, that day I just crossed the road amid busy traffic. God saved me; else we all know the traffic of Delhi. People can’t stop, even if they are risking the lives of others. Since that day my thoughts of “mine identity” seems to be more distorted.
Imagine I am just an imagination of someone else; say Mr. Sam. Now Sam wanted me to cross the road while the traffic was on. He wanted to prove me that I am just his imagination. So…surely he would take care and protect me of all the traffics…which would also be his thoughts only.
But I also think….what if I am real??
What if I do exist and creation of God…not some Mr. Sam. Then these actions of mine would have taken my life; or left me with some serious effects on me, both physically as well as psychologically. I don’t want it to happen. And I would love to believe that I am real.
I hate to think that I am just an imagination of someone else. Also the crazy ideas had enough of me. So I am penning it down so that these disturbing ideas of mine would leave my thoughts and I could live my life peacefully and danger-free ever after.
The post was written by me on the date February 29, 2008, but I am posting it here today :)
Who am I??
Am I real or just an imagination of someone?
Do I really exist?
Is this world around me real?
Or it’s just an environment provided by my imaginer?
If I am real, it’s well and good. The food I eat, the things I do…really do affect me and others around me. But what if I am just a virtual person? Then what’s the use of all these activities of mine? Maybe they might also be imagined by “that” real person whose imagination I am.
These were the thoughts when I saw the movie “Identity”. It totally distorted my ideas of this world and me. But with time, it faded quickly. I had forgotten it and was leading a normal life. BUT few days back, the ideas suddenly resurfaced to me. I was thinking something while I was going to my office. These thoughts led me to remember the movie again. And it should be hard to believe,(even I felt awkward later) that the thoughts affected my actions drastically.
Earlier while crossing roads, I used to wait until the lane was clear of traffic. No vehicle should be approaching me. I used to try to be 100% risk-free. But that day, that day I just crossed the road amid busy traffic. God saved me; else we all know the traffic of Delhi. People can’t stop, even if they are risking the lives of others. Since that day my thoughts of “mine identity” seems to be more distorted.
Imagine I am just an imagination of someone else; say Mr. Sam. Now Sam wanted me to cross the road while the traffic was on. He wanted to prove me that I am just his imagination. So…surely he would take care and protect me of all the traffics…which would also be his thoughts only.
But I also think….what if I am real??
What if I do exist and creation of God…not some Mr. Sam. Then these actions of mine would have taken my life; or left me with some serious effects on me, both physically as well as psychologically. I don’t want it to happen. And I would love to believe that I am real.
I hate to think that I am just an imagination of someone else. Also the crazy ideas had enough of me. So I am penning it down so that these disturbing ideas of mine would leave my thoughts and I could live my life peacefully and danger-free ever after.
The post was written by me on the date February 29, 2008, but I am posting it here today :)
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