WHO AM I ?

I was worried, and it showed on my face. I was taking pains about the most unsavoury versions of life. Stuck up as they say, accompanied with a 'frustrated expression'. Now I knew what a 'miserable feeling' was. Just those times when your mind questions everything, and probably answers none.

I did what I felt would get me out of the situation. I speculated things - WHO AM I?

I am just that other boy in your institution who has long been doing something he never wanted to. But the bigger problem is that he does not know what he wants to. All he can do is struggle, either way. Or maybe I am the very friend of yours who thought he or she IS different. And one day suddenly something blows it off. And there they stand in the crowd of a millions, with same kind of dreams, same fantasies and same kind of lives. It pains, trust me.. it does. Perhaps I am just the girl in your neighborhood, who wraps on a smile whenever situations are adverse, and it works magic. But the other day she incurred, she is just veiling the truth and accumulating the hardships.

I am just the youth sitting by your side in a city bus, who wonders why their parents are blamed for the smallest of their actions, especially when the outcomes are negative. It does not help; just mystifying their mind even more. Also I am the coolest guy in your class who has a question - whats a CAREER anyway? He is chilled up enough to forget it; not smart enough to discover it all on his own, with no one to help. I represent any boy, your acquaintance, who does not want to be a misanthropist, but the world seems darker to him each time questions against his actions are put forth him. I could be a man standing in a local train, who sees more than fifty visible hands, clung tight. And he looks around and finds them all the same. This makes no sense and no conclusions to him. But then the carry-over of his frustrating thoughts overcomes, and it all adds up; with no reason. Or I might be a boy living on the other part of the world, who probably loves a girl he finds the best, but wont ever tell her.He is one of the boys in 20s who love to play with a pair of magnets. They are what he calls made for each other, rest is classified. Because he doubts if all the 'perfect lovers' depicted in those sugary films actually exist. They entertain; anything entertains because it offers an escape, from the reality. Confused, he suppresses his thoughts, and the girl will be unaware of his existence.

I maybe an employee in a multinational, who has been struggling to put forth his opinions but has no even grounds to fight.He was among the ones who loved Final Destination 1,2 and 3, and slept in 3D version of the fourth. Innate quality, every human has opinions, right or wrong depends on the frame of reference. He has no one to disseminate his. His very foundation crumbles each time his mind evelops a new opinion. He is perhaps trying to shut his eyes to the outer world now. I may be the one person who is trying not to be sad about petty mischances. It doesnt all together sound working though.

But speculations work, because now I know.. I am a fighter. I am the brave heart who despite such brainstorming, is marching forward. I am a deer who has always managed to escape the jaws of the lion chasing it. I am the bird who is flying higher and higher even with the gravity working against it. I am me. I am you. I am every person of your age around you. I am my generation, and I haven't lost. My purpose in life, isn't over as yet. Want to test yours? IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE, IT ISN'T.