Hello!!
Hello!!
Hello everybody reading this. This would be my first time writing something for people to read. I am not that good of a writer or anything like that. I am just doing this to share my experiences from this little life that I have lived.
Who am I?
This may be the biggest question for some people who try to get deep into spiritualism. Knowing who we are is definitely a question, because until we know that, how are we supposed to go forward with life?
Well, talking about myself, I am a student, soon to reach 19. In this life I have encountered many things, but I have much more to experience. The things we usually tell people in our introduction are generally related to our profession or education or relationship status. I believe this is because most relevant information people need from us is mostly related to how we interact with society. And almost all people interact with the society in a fairly professional environment, that is when they work. (I tend to get lost when I am thinking because one topic leads to another and I cannot backtrack the way. So be ready of random topics popping up in between another topics.)
I wonder, do people just work in their lives? Do people just have their education to rely on?(Education is a whole another topic which could take lives to write down, I will spare a life later for that.) I just want to say that is there nothing else in people's lives? If this is the classic kind to life, I would rather not live this way. I will probably understand this later on, but for now, I am BLOODY confused.
Now, getting back to the question. Who exactly am I? I study in a college. This is a well reputed college. After coming here, my biggest question to myself was- This is the college I was dreaming to get into? What an absolute idiot I was. Just if I had known that this is the reality of this college, I would never have thought of getting in here. Probably the biggest lie I tell my parents when they call me is- I am fine here. NO, I AM NOT FINE HERE. The reason? It is complex. Many reasons together make me feel like I do not belong here. I will discuss them later. I do not reveal to my parents that I am not good here is because I feel like they should not know what I am going through. This is a part of being a man(whole another topic).
I cannot reveal much about myself, because of the unfavorable conditions of using the internet. You already know my name, which I believe is enough to connect to me. Another thing that I can reveal is that I am from India. I know what you must be thinking, "This is a place full with Indians." And yes, I am one of those gazillion people who live in India. It is a wonderful country. There is uniformity in chaos. The special thing about living here is that we live in a society. The structural cell is a family, not individuals like in the western countries. So, we can have our own opinions but we cannot discuss them is the public unless it is accepted by the society. Most of my experiences that I will be sharing will eventually be related to the Indian society and the bare feeling of resisting to such despicable ideas.
Now coming back to the topic. My name is an interesting topic to discuss. I was given this name by my grandfather. What it means matters less to me, but the feeling it carries is wonderful. It was also the name of a well-known ancient king, who was also the father-in-law of Shri Ram. So, I was often called by the name-"Raja Janak", which felt good. I wonder why people do not know who was Raja Janak. I think because of the increasing modernity, people often neglect the great epics of the Indian culture. Or I know just because I am named after the character of one. Anyway, enough information for today. I have exhausted the need to express myself. I will try to write again as soon as possible, or whenever I am in need of such support.
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