AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF AN UNKNOWN

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Having been brought up in a military rule, my pranks never saw its closedown. Every day I was kissed by the broom. Perhaps, if you saunter across my tiny childhood days, you would have seen exactly a gelid version of me. Showing interests in arts and literature was conceived as a goofy act. As time moved on, I cultivated my interest in science and technology. Withal, leisure time did see me writing stories, articles and short plays. I never intended to deliberately hurt anyone. I always had this wish in me, to see every soul happy and smiling. So did my plays and short stories and poems reflect my wish. I neva wished to garner anyone’s attention, for that matter I used to write funny stories under someone else’s name and stick them on my school corridors. I just found some happiness in see others happy.

Uncertain of my existence I began bulging out from my friends circle. I believed in making fewer friends but always saw myself drowning in an ocean of friends. These candid friendlies more often stayed like catalysts, capable enough to elevate my life into a new realm of enjoyment. I passed through a series of days where I had to decide should I be a good boy or perhaps resort to forged habits. But, thanks to my idol-my dad and his counseling. Still…. Nothing could stop me from barking at a dog, caressing a cat’s tail, opening up the chickens stored for meat. Pranks were an integral part of my genes. Every birthday just indicated that I am proficient in addition-had mastered the idea of adding my age J . Slowly my inclination towards studies reached its high. I had more responsibilities to execute than ambitions to chase. Wherever in life I stood, there was one mystery that deduced no answer to my existence. However this mystery though kept echoing in my lil’ heart, often got dissolved in my impartial daily chores. I never found any exegesis or perfect interpretation to the callow question that kept brewing my precarious heart. Unless and until I found anyone falling for me. I found a reason to live. My ornate skills helped me gain fame in my university, so did my fan list. One such human was the girl who found me worth as her partner. I ousted myself from my conventional scrupples and accepted the convenient offer. I feared she saw someone else in me for she already had someone guarding her love. Things grew…so did our relationship but not till I disclosed the same question to her-the one which had left me sleepless and depraved. Hmmm! Alas, everything in world changes, the next episode of the same series started and halted for the same reason.

Studies never saw a low amidst any of the predicament I was made to scale. A job was the new born baby that brought happiness in my confusion scuttled life. It brought along a privilege of having won an achievement at the first go. Perhaps, the first ray of happiness ever embarked upon me… but nothing in life has stayed concrete . Simple as it is, every object be it love or ecstasy stayed just a breath long. In that case, why bother and worry about my life which has always been didactic and making me learn all lessons of life. There was one apocryphal question still lingering and banging its head inside my heart. Question was simple!!! Why am I being so very on the right track? Why have I been my mumma’s boy? Why did I choose to stick to dadda’s principles???? These tags had an answer attached…I OWE THEM A LOT infact a lot more than what they have done to me. That doesn’t ground the reason, more deeper u dig , I have a better answer to the apocryphal question. Answer is “I do not belong, I am owned”