WHO AM I

I am what remains when One minuses from Oneself, the body, the attributes, the worldly manifestations, the looks, the ego, the self-awareness, the perceptions, the vanity, the thoughts,  the brain and the mind......Mind you, the mind or body or clothes alone do not represent one (me). It is the lack of such inherent and manifested facades that determines whether what is ultimately left of One me is truly worthy and benefecial. 

"Visualize what may remain, after deducting all the attributes from one's persona,"  thus asked the wise old owl from the sagacious sage.

The sage owlishly replied :  "Perhaps auras, memories and desires and innermost feelings do remain, once nothing is left, as they have been percolated into our worldly world, at the deepest levels, i.e. in the minds of people. That can provide an answer to what really constitutes one.

Accumulated memories, a pot-full of desires, an Aura and some feelings are about all that really constitutes me. Not flesh and blood, which is just a facade, and which gets converted into mere ash upon dying...But again pops up a question, is the facade a real facade or just plain reality, for we all live by facades ..... but live real lives too, and living is a reality! Or so it seems to be. The illusionary nature of reality borders on reality itself. For some of the illusions are very real.  To me, my blood and bones are real and not just an illusion. Physical pain is also very real, and it really hurts. mentally I cant say, for I dont don that Mantle. Life is thus a beautiful matrix of illusions and realities. But life becomes truly meaningful only when value is added to What We Inherited.  Doing tough tasks and becoming something, with hard-work, struggle, grit, perseverance sweat and skill results in Getting over the pain and hurt and it can be a rewarding cycle. It makes a man a Man, and the rewards are real, not an illusion."

Coming round to myself, I can owlishly say that if I could nurture just One talent or ability of mine, say if I could start playing the banjo or harmonium or flute professionally, or teach Differently-abled children to play any of these, then I would have added value to what the Creator gave me at birth, i.e. an ear for music.  That talent would then live on and on after my death, and be the source of Memories, mirth, moods and magical auras.......afresh... so that the cycles can continue and people can recall who I was.

I AM PERFECT. MADE PERFECT.

This is no egoistic utterance or an idiots delusion. The All or the Is has, in his/their/her/its Unique wisdom and all-encompassing justice, made me a perfect human no doubt having many lacunae, but ,ALONGWITH those lacunae, a Perfect Human, for my circumstances. Or it may be said that For my circumstances I have been made perfectly suitable to live in those conditions. Call it conditional perfection, for absolute perfection can only be in the All.

I, a chronic stammerer, a wastrel, a short-tempered split personality with depression disorder, a lazy bum and a moody unhealthy idiot, am nevertheless perfect in my imperfection, for on the positives, I can play instrumental music, am reasonably qualified, think good of all, and moreover retain a sense of humour (lack of which, produces, hence a tumour). So why crib, about myself.


I'm perfectly human, inspite of my frailties , frivolities faults, foolishness and failures. And its only human that I gravitate towards further mis-deeds like lying compulsively,  eating wrong foods, thinking wrong thoughts, oversleeping, stealing, ogling women, having binge-drinking bouts, doing selfish acts, and generally behaving in rotten cheap stupid and evil ways....not bothering about the All in All...at all. Then am I really Perfect ?

The answer seems to be that in my (conditional) perfection, I seek Imperfection, as a classic case of Perfection seeking Imperfection, for opposites do attract, like magnets.

But somewhere inside, it is the realization of being imperfect and the calm acceptance of the state of permanent imperfection, that itself is a pointer that one is on the right track, and aware of the Perfection one, the All.

So each one of us, Animal Kingdom, Plant Kingdom or Humankind, is a perfect being, just like a deer, a radish, a cockroach or a man. Lets realize IMPERFECT = I'M  PERFECT.   So one should never compare oneself with others. Comparisons are not required since they can create havoc and imperfections.