MY PROFILE

Disclaimer - This profile may sound quite boring and unconventional. No professional presentation, business manner or to the point information is guaranteed. Simple plain things are told in unnecessary boring lengths. Anybody can read this profile at his/her own risk. No claim shall be entertained for any kind of side effects resulting out of reading this profile. You have to be patience enough to fish out traditional information from this profile. Name - Quite often I think about myself. I was given a name when I came into this world. It was winter and foggy and I made my way into this world. I gave out a cry announcing my arrival and all nears & dears were happy at my arrival, without knowing about the purpose of this new life form thrown on this earth. Always wondering about my existence I never knew why I am here, perhaps my consciousness would have been better if it was a comet, a distant star, a supernova, black hole, planet, galaxy or anything. There are more than 6 billion people on this earth similar to me. My consciousness is always eager to know about the bond of life. The life in all is same, then why can’t I feel the feelings of others, why can’t I think their thoughts, why can’t I just pass on as ‘You.’ Looking at faces and wondering what a vast world is behind every face. My inner world is so large that I can’t travel this completely, always finding new things in myself. What a surprise there are more than 6 billion inner worlds on this earth and whoever possesses it don’t know it completely. Many things come together, billions of cells, countless feelings, innumerable thoughts, numerous breath, heart beats pumping gallons and gallons of blood to every corner of body; flesh, blood, bones, skin, hair and we call the complete entity by a particular name. We have a tendency of sticking labels on everything. The easiest way to know about somebody is giving it a name. My memory is fading away now and I don’t remember what happened at the time of my birth. But I can easily assume a lot of things about my birth events. Parents, all uncles, aunts, grandma was happy. Somebody should have the satisfaction and honor of giving a name to the new life form. All were making proposals and calling me by different names. Nobody cared to ask me if I like a name or not. Perhaps I was asked about names and I cared not to respond to anybody. Then somebody came forward with a seemingly unique name. The brain chemicals producing idealic electricity which influence thoughts suggested my name. Everybody agreed on that name and I found a new name in this new incarnation. Hello dear, I am Mahesh. Everybody knows me by this name and I am supposed to get the impression that their knowledge is correct. Age - A lot of water has passed in rivers of world since I took birth and same water keeps coming again and again. The passage of time in comparison to our body is known as age. How much time per day, 24 hours! How many days per year, 365! The measures of times are different elsewhere. Even in solar system, times are different. 100 years on earth may seem like fluttering of eyelids in some other part of the universe and one minute of earth may seem like ages in still some other part. I wonder what my age is. My body lives on earth and my consciousness keeps roaming everywhere - in all time dimensions. When it comes back I find yet another year is passing away. I have witnessed year after year passing with same lucidity as the clouds pass over the roof my house. Before I know, one cloud gives place to other cloud and the calendar changes. Time is speeding away like clouds. Time seems to have lost its relevance, existence is more important. I existed before this and I will exist after this. Time can’t eliminate my existence; it will just change its expression. Existence knows no age and bodies get old. This time I am 33 now. Sex - Consciousness changes sex in different incarnations or it’s always the same? Some people undergo sex changing operations. What effect it has on their consciousness. Sometimes consciousness lives in opposite body. Men behave live women or women are manlier than men. Most men can contest the idea that they can be women in some other incarnation; the idea would sound less manly. While some may think that they can be anything in another incarnation. Of course I am a man and I have strong belief that in my stone incarnation I was a male stone. Education - I am illiterate. I lack 99.99% knowledge of this world. I don’t have even a little fraction of wisdom of this world. I know only a few languages, rest unknown to me. I still lack the pinch of intelligence which I am expected to have. Though I finished my schooling and college normally, yet I find myself nowhere. The more I know the less it becomes. I graduated as Bachelor of Arts. It’s called B.A. in short. B-Bachelor, which I am still :), A-Arts and believe me no art is involved in it. No pottery, no poetry, no sculpture, no culture. My graduation subjects were cold Economics, nostalgic History and shrewd Political Science, along with 2 languages which are never enough for true expression. Education was always a good affair with me, seldom giving enough time to studies and always getting enough marks. At college professors would take me as their friend and considered me wise for some odd reasons best unknown to me. It was not a matter of objection if after calling my attendance for a lecture I would run away from class by jumping like a frog on floor to avoid sights. I always got most marks in subjects of whose classes I bunked most. It was like a hero affair at college, the best part of my life. Schooling was also good. One thing common throughout is that I was considered a wise person, don’t know why, I rarely did anything to establish that point :). I am still getting educated, life is the best classroom and time is the best teacher. I am still running out of classes and teachers are still friendly with me. Taking the last sip from my cup of tea, I wish life to be same - Tasty, fragrant, hot, getting cool only when I give it time, sometimes getting spilled and giving a feeling of too much only when I take third cup in a row. Skills - Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the most skillful of all. Always trying to get skillful at anything which passed my way and always bunking those skills like my classrooms. A jack of so many trades that even the learned things seems oblivious. Music, martial arts, sports, astrology, palmistry, occults, spirituality, the list goes on. Presently working in a business. I can write but not for long times and not much. Writing a few pages is enough for me. I can sing sometimes, though I don’t sing in bathroom now. If anybody doesn’t like me singing (which I rarely do, so no need to worry ;) ) I recommend cotton swabs, they shall clean the ears and block the sound. I can talk and on rare occasions can talk for hours on relevant or irrelevant topics. I can make layouts for newspapers, magazines, books. Lately I was writing, composing, getting printed, helping in binding, distributing my magazine single handedly. So I have got skills of a printer, publisher and journalist as well :). Hmm.. Life is flowing, everybody has his own flow and nice to be alive on this wonderful earth. May be I ‘ll add more to my profile later….