Who am I?
Asking this question is my first memory of life. I was three years old, and it seemed inadequate to define myself in terms of the answers that I was given which were nothing but attributes attached to me at birth, such as name, family, religion, race, and nationality.
At seven, I wanted to renounce the world. The life cycle of human beings seemed no different from that of butterflies, with one stage of life following another in tedious sequence.
At fifteen, I took to living in libraries, and buried myself in a tomb of books from where I was reborn, after years. As I wrote my first novel, I rewrote my life, reconstructed my reality.
Electronics engineer, ecommerce consultant, literary writer, eclectic reader: out of the many dimensions of my identity, I choose that of the seeker to define me.
In ‘The Power of Myth’, Joseph Campbell mentions three Sanskrit terms – Sat, Chit and Ananda: Being, Consciousness and Bliss, each of which lead to the ocean of transcendence where all searches end. Like Campbell, I rejoice in following the path of my bliss, seeking the meaning of self and reality in the study and practice of literature.
