Who am I?

It is a question everyone of us have asked ourselves at some or the other point of time in our respective rat races. the very common answers are I am a Hindu/Muslim/Christian, I am a good person, I am an artist/engineer/architect/doctor/lawyer.... and so on ... but when I first asked my self this question, I wasnt accustomed to such answers, in fact all I knew was i was 4 years old ... :)

so it was then that this quest of mine began ... WHO AM I .. I decided am the 'observer' .. bt then if am the observer.. there were thins happening even before i was born and might continue after i die ( as it is going on after my grand pa's death, i thought ) .. so where was I before i was born? what will happen to all my achievements and my memories after I die? will everything perish?? if yes than what is the point of anything? what is the point of studying for exams? when both, the failing student and the topper will perish and so will their memory of the failure and achievement and what is the difference? why is everyone so concerned about future if it is not permanent? So,initially as I thought I am an observer in this universe and everything around me is a show put up for me.all these people I see and interact with are actors for me. Once I leave (read 'die') everything stops. Nothing happens when I am not around to see. This is my drama stage. The difference is just that I am watching from the stage and not from the audience.

But this theory had some flaws, I saw people die and realized how everyone is an individual entity like me and not my drama actors. Then came up a modified theory, subconsiously influened by Shakespear I guess. i made a nice hypothesis to make my kid-brain understand the concept of birth and death and the world ...

the whole intention of this particular blog was to share my hypothesis.. as many of my friends found it pretty entertaining if not interesting ...

so there goes my hypothesis... this world is like a spherical ball, hollow from inside... and the skin of the ball when seen closely has ribs that divide it into many small squares.. these squares are actually windows.. many crore and crores of windows... so when any one of us is born.. think as if a new window has opened and the new soul is looking at what ever is happening inside the sphere.. the inside is the world.. 'the stage' as told by Shakespeare ... he looks at others .. he looks at himself interacting with others .. he stays for the time allocated to him and then leaves... thus closes the window forever. but the stage is still occupied, the drama is still going on.. it was going on before i came and will continue even after i leave.. because i am not the sole spectator.. it is someone else .. am here only to play my part ... and then shut my window forever ...

This piece is dedicated to all those wonderful people who shared the stage with me for however small time ... they made the performance worth it ...