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Who am I?

Who am I? No, don't be frightened. I am not stepping over to the philosophical realm; well not really. But I have been thinking of this since a few days. I do not like to call myself a journalist because though I go for reporting (some times), edit, manage pages, take decisions on what the Mysoreans should and should not read, I do not feel I am a true journo.
I am not a writer. Of course I write and people read. I have been doing it since college days (and even before that in my diary). But I do not churn out books and articles at others' will. I write only when something inside me compels me to write, without letting me to be in peace, torturing me.
I am not a scientist. I studied science and considered it my favourite, thinking of myself as a scientist even in thoughts, a true scientist. But lately I seem to have withdrawn into the world behind scientific temperament, that of beliefs. So there goes that identity.
I think I am just a girl. A girl like crores of others. Just a speck of a girl in the beach of humanity. And I love it more than any other identity noticeable to others. Because I am free. Free of all obligations an identity binds us to. I am happy that I am just a girl.

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  1. WhoAmI?June 13, 2010 at 4:51 PM

    ... just one more step, you could be free from the obligations of the identity of A Girl too ... then, go kiss the world as a speck of the humanity itself ..!

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