Enter the matrix

Well this is my 50th blog. I am glad I reached this milestone well it may be nothing in this blogger universe but it surely is a personal achievement given my track record of unfinished activities. I hope I will be able to write a bit better as I grow and learn but whatever it may be I pray I should never be dishonest about what I write. What I write is firstly for my consumption and I hope I should be able to do justice to myself. The blogging has given me many new friends in the blogosphere. I have learn and shared a lot and I will continue to do the same. ...its such a pleasant journey..I hope I continue forever

Fear ..is strange it can cripple you or it can lead you to do impossible tasks..its just how you react to it. Brave they say is not the one who is not fearful but the one who holds on even with it. I am no brave but fear brings the best in me. Over the years the things that scares me have undergone remarkable changes but still there are things that scare me. If I can remember correctly when I was a little kid i was scared of the big wide well in the neighborhood, when I went to school I was scared of the empty store room which all our teachers threatened to lock us in. When I was in primary my art teacher got into the scene and scared the hell out of me with her innovative punishing techniques. Things began to look good as I grew up. Fear became a rare commodity but was occasionally experienced during the college exams. It further vanished as I move around for work. So I must admit I missed being afraid. However a recent incident brought back that adrenaline rush in me which

Who am I ? The kid from the neighborhood just walked in and asked me this question. I thought for a while and could just answer that "you will experience it for yourself". 'I' is so profound and deep that we seldom look beyond its literal meaning. What does I represent. Is 'I' my name, my face or my body. Well even if I change my name I still remains the same and so after a plastic surgery or even death the 'I' representing 'myself' will still exist . So is 'I' my brain or my mind? Then what is I in a brain dead person or even a mentally challenged person. If we ponder carefully I points to something which is cumulative total of different entities some of which are apparent and some are hidden. My body , my name and my face do point to my existence but they don't entirely constitute me. I also exist as conscious living being who can ask himself this question. Human mind and consciousness we think has been created by millions