You are not alone!

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Who am I? What is the purpose of my life?
These questions have been the most difficult questions for me in this exam called life. Have you been asking these yourself too? There is no right or wrong answer but whatever is the answer, it defines one’s existence in this world. Left unanswered you will still make a living but would you have truly lived?
Like me, a lot of other people would have asked this question to themselves at some point in time. For a variety of people, this question is met with a variety of answers. But if you are anything like me, you come up with no answer at all. It’s all jumbled up, crackling noises inside the head which mean nothing.
I have come across a million articles on Google whenever I have searched for ‘Who am I?’ or ‘What is the purpose of my life?’ and none really point me towards the answer but leaves me with a five-second resolve to do everything to find the answers, then makes me more confused and then leaves me more alone. These questions have been the cause of several of my day offs and my off days.
I have identified my pattern too. Yes, there is a pattern to when this question becomes so firm in my mind. Every time, life throws at me a lemon I spiral down into a loop of these questions. I want to make a lemonade but don’t know if these are the right lemons for it or maybe these lemons will serve their purpose if I add it to my beer or maybe I should just have it with a cup of hot water it’s good for health, or add it on top of my salad, or maybe just give it away to someone who needs this more than me. I don’t know. And then these questions start running in a loop.
Not knowing answers to these questions gives a feeling of emptiness. Like, on the surface you have this body but inside you are hollow. It feels like you are a program that things are happening to you by accident rather than you causing them. Your entire life becomes an assumption, a creation of your schooled imagination.
I have had people, out of their concern towards me, tell me to read a certain book or join a certain program, meditate, do things that make me happy. I have done some of it with limited success and a temporary effect. Nevertheless, I’ll keep doing them. In anticipation that someday, hopefully soon I find out answers to these questions. Because it is important to not give up. 
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One way to look at this is to be happy and be mindful of what is making us happy since it will usually guide us to defining the purpose of our lives and who we are. But why do I say this? Because I know how it feels. The pressure it brings, the cluelessness, the lack of clarity, it all feels very lonely. I have felt that on numerous occasions. I feel it right now when I am writing this. But I have no intention to give another philosophy or an opinion or be an impetus for a revolution where we all suddenly find our purpose. I write this just to say, I am sailing the same boat, like many others and maybe like you. 
It is simply to say “You are not alone!”

Escapism!

Who you want to be
Where you want to go
You want to attract things you want
but don’t know how
How you want people to be
How people want you to be
But in reality, who are you?
To be or not to be something
To do what or what not to do
To own up or to live in ignominy
Who will hear you out?
When everyone wants you to listen
People have opinion, you fall prey to it
you be what they want you to be
You do what they want you to do
You live how they want you to live
And ignore what’s real, what your heart wants
And sometimes you don’t
you choose to not cry, walk out and move on
Or so you think
Your life, your choice
But then comes the heartbreak
And you want to be left alone
then comes in self-doubt
And you start to blame
Do you own up?
Do you take responsibility?
How does it end or does it have an end?
Is it really your life and your choice?
you get captured in your thought prison
And look for reasons to justify
for it’s really painful and difficult to accept
And then you take the easy route: Escapism!
Only to come back to the same walls
trapped in an imagination, starved of freedom
and plan your next escape!

Thoughts Train..

Looking outside the glass window
Zooming past the warm silhouette of the night..
A lonely lamp post
A shadow of a ghost..
A swaying tree
A man walking in glee..
A few plastic bags
A girl in rags..
A solitary traveller
A hippie reveller..
I turn back to the book in my hand
And let my soaring imagination land..
I listen to the end of Led Zapplin putting up a stairway
Next up is Bon Jovi screaming how Frankie said he did it his way..
I stop my ipod, put the book to my chest in a warm hug
And listen intently to this train’s chug chug..

P.S. Random lines that came to my mind and put them down during one of my train journeys from Bombay to Delhi..

Is it time for Kalki to be incarnated yet?

While scanning channels on TV tonight, I bumped into an episode of Crime Patrol on Sony Entertainment Channel; a biography of a guy called Satyendra Dubey (names, of course were changed in the show) (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Satyendra_Dubey).. a man of idols, who went against all odds and tried his two bits to expose the corruption involved in construction of Golden Quadirlateral (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Quadrilateral).. and was killed, for being right.

He could be inspiration for millions, for standing by his values. He could be idol to billions, who when young have big dreams, but once they grow up, lose the courage to walk the right path.. because the right path brings pain and there’s no turning back.

Bhagvad Gita describes the avatar of Lord Vishnu as:

“Whenever righteousness wanes and unrighteousness increases I send myself forth.
For the protection of the good and for the destruction of evil,
and for the establishment of righteousness,
I come into being age after age.”

In this Kalyug, the Lord Vishnu can never take his last avatar: Kalki . Not that he has not tried. He has, in people like Satyendra Dubey, but he gets killed.

P.S. There could be many such stories like Satyendra Dubey and not mentioning them here in no way demeans the courage and sacrifice of those. Salute to them all!