Who Am I?

'Who am I?" often considered an amnesiac's first words after they recover from their long coma (as depicted in movies). But what I feel about this question is, it is the ultimate question of life. You answer it and you have been a genius in your life.

See, the point of your life is to know why you are here, as in you are born with a specific work to be done and you don't die without finishing it. Lets not go to the belief in such stuff. I might as well be offending the rationalists who come across this blog, so people let me explain myself for this here and come over to you. So its like you are born with a certain aim to be accomplished by you and you do all the stuff needed to achieve it in your lifetime. Fine. But how do you know what you are supposed to do until you know "who" exactly you are? So in your view are things clear that "Who am I?" is the million dollar question you need to ask yourself before you accomplish the biggest thing of your life? Yes it is!

Now coming to rationalists or rather let me put it as believers of science. Right, so coming to you first let's see you have your lifetime aim already, to make the whole world literate that everything in the universe has a scientific logic behind it, right? OK. So first for people to accept your ideas you need to be powerful enough? Religion was born when science was born but religion became more important thats why rationalists like you are comparatively less in number. And why did this happen? Easy, because religion had more appealing leaders who were more famous among the common masses. If there had been a scientist more famous or even equally famous, science would have been another religion much earlier! So you need to create an identity of yourself among the masses as "a person to be believed in come what may". But for that first you need to know yourself to an extent of perfection, more troubling than being religious but science demands the impossible from her believers doesn't she? So identifying yourself first to an extent of perfection begins with a simple question whose answer can be as complicated as you can even dream, rather nightmare, about. And the question is, "Who am I?"

I am writing this blog but I myself have no idea as to where the answer to this question lies or how I am going to reach to it. But what I do know is, my deep thinking has given way to more mature outlook on life and that shall help me find my identity not my friend not my parents not anybody else, everything of that sort is just koah-koah-koash! My identity needs serious work from my part and thats all no one's help is needed after i begin to start journeying myself, the moment i start walking, though a little help is not a mistake. But won't you not feel better if you reached your goal all by yourself? Yes it would! But it's kind of a bit too late for me, I have taken help from many people till date so my journey is never all by myself done, so is most of yours. So the whole point of writing this blog is, ask a question to yourself and try searching for an answer; try not to outsource unless it is highly important that you do; but the question is "Who am I?".
Until my next post,
yours,
Arthi Appathurai.

The Hyderabad trip-off the hook

So it did come,the long awaited class trip of mine. And came with a bang! It was to Hyderabad (capital city of Andra Pradesh, India). And our guides and teachers made sure it was off the hook and it was so.

Firstly, we did nothing that we actually had planned but we had loads of fun more with doing stuff as things came. There was the usual singing of songs, teasing of friends (in a friendly manner of course!), dancing for a few numbers and ghost stories at the night till mid night (we were freaked out literally!), teasing general people on the way (they didn't know it though. We are kids after all!). What was unexpected was that we had this bomb blast in Ahmadabad (Gujarat, India). And people were worried sick if a bomb were to be placed in Hyderabad. I don't know about all of them, but a few(actually most) of my friends were so damn exited by this, they were like "we get this chance to have the greatest adventure of life!". and the scared ones were the funniest of them all. Here's an expert from the conversations of two scared friends of mine:
X: Hey did you hear about the blasts?
Y: Yeah, saw the report in NDTV just now...
X: The blasts were in Ahmadabad right?
Y: Yeah. You have any idea as to where it is?
X: Yeah it is in Andra Pradesh, just a few kilometers from Hyderabad.
Y: Oh man! Are we in trouble!
Z: (who was listening to their conversation) *hahahahahaha*
X and Y: We are worried sick here and you laugh?
Z : Yes. But because you have some geographical knowledge of India!
Y: Why? Whats wrong with ours?
Z: Nothing much, just that Ahmadabad is in Gujarat and we are in Andra Pradesh now, at least 1000 kilometers apart!
X: Well... mistakes do happen. Moreover I was nervous...

I know you get nervous and you make more mistakes, but this is definitely a blunder! And this wasn't the only fun part, we had a guide tease one of our friends because we were teasing her all the way long (Ooops.. looks like I've blurted out her secret! What goes? None of you know who she is or what she is teased!).

And class wars during trips are as often as always. Our class had a friendly war with one class girls and an actual war with another class girls. While going to the city, we had the friendly war with girls in the next cubicle, who sang the best song and the loudest. We were stopped in the middle of the competition by the teachers for being too noisy. But the most dramatic was the actual war we had, we as in the boys of our class. We were being thought of as dumb people so we had to prove we were better that them, or at least that. So our boys were like backfiring every attempted tease at us, thank you brothers!

So things like these happened, and luckily for us we had no fights among our classmates and we were forced to forget a few enemies we had for the sake of the fun of the trip. No bad feelings about that 'cause it was the best trip we've had till now. And this, my friends, is the blog I promised to be coming a few weeks from my last one. so,
Until next time,
yours,
Arthi Appathurai