Who am I ?

My daughter loves admiring herself in the mirror. I like to observe her actions. She whispers to herself while seeing the mirror. I have hardly heard anything. Never wanted to show more attention fearing her privacy may be disturbed and I may stop her from her imagination. At times, I used to wonder whether she thinks like me.

When I was young I loved seeing myself in the mirror. Especially during teenage years, wondering over the growth of moustache and pimples. One day I concentrated on the image so much for such a long time, I started wondering about myself. A question came to my mind. Who am I? From where I have come into this world. Did I exist before I came to this earth. If so, should I have to know where I was. Will I exist for ever? Is this true....? No it is not. Again, all started from the mirror. Sometimes it is scary. But the truth is we need to discover. Finally, if you could think more, we realise we are just meaningless. We are a big zero. We go where we came from. We never knew where we came from and we go to a place where we do not know?

Then, what do we do during our existence? Why did we come particularly to this planet? When our existence is just temporary, what is all this about? Why hatred among us? Why all this differences between us? Why colour, race, sex, age, language discrimination? Even today I keep questioning for those mysterious things in life. I try to read many books and slowly acquire a bit of knowledge. Again, do not want to rely on those acquired knowledge. I want to search... But ashamed to know that as human beings we are so complexed.

Deep thinking gives few sense. This thought, helps me to behave a bit matured. But I cannot claim that I am matured. Sometimes I behave immatured. Every human being is complexed. We hardly understand each other. We lack in communication. We do not understand everyone. We also do not make others understand. We develop a gap in communication. This divides human beings. This spoils the relations. We develop a complex and hardly get along well with our own family. We keep away. We give place to ego and ruin our life by not talking to our own family people. After all life is too short to keep worrying. Most of us think about the past and feel for the happenings. I read last week somewhere that experience is like a comb you get once you are bald.

So, nowadays I encourage my kids to keep looking at the mirror. When I go to work and work with computers, I smile when I type this command in Unix, 'Who am I'.

The picture in this blog was taken in St. James Park near Buckingham Palace, when I wondered at those huge trees planted in line, by some King... IV or V.... whoever it was.