I had written and published this on my ex-blog. During an interesting discussion with Neha today, I remembered about it and re-publishing it (while still striving for 1).
The number 2 is more important than number 1. Really!
All ones somewhere are two. The nose has 2 nostrils, the mouth has 2 lips.
The human has 2 characters. Allright, allright...so this is what I was
actually trying to talk about. Was trying to lead the discussion to the 2
us.
What I want to be.
What I want the world to perceive me as.
The unconventional me.
The conventional me.
The wild, rebellious and experimenting me.
The sober, sensible and satisfied me.
The me wanting to tear apart the rulebook of life
The me succeeding the test of rules
The me not caring about anyone
The me appreciated for how caring I am
The me wanting to drench in the rain till my soul is soaked
The me reaching out to the few droplets not even enough to wet my fingers
The me waiting to fly
The me trying not to fly too high
The me for me
The me for everyone
To be one, deceive not to be the other. To be the other, pretend to
disapprove the other. Never accepting the 2 and yet keeping the 2nd alive
as a temptation.
