Identity Crisis

Just a few more months and I’ll be off my teenage. But, the only question that still haunts me is that who exactly Am I??

For the bloggers I am the BEAST while for the footie and hockey players in my institute I m the GOALIE. Among the civilians, I am famous as the TRAITOR and the Prondis call me as the TECHNICAL BEEP. My family and friends know me as KAKU while the professors call me ZERO SEVEN ZERO ONE THREE THREE (070133). My teachers in school use to call me NITYA’S BROTHER while the teachers at Brilliant Tutorials recognize me as DHAI SAW GRAM (250 g). The neighbors back at home know me as SHOBHAJI’S SON.

 

PV, who is seriously addicted to Shakespeare and his world, calls me MARCUS BRUTUS (perhaps he thinks of himself as JULIUS CAESER and his “best” pal AA as MARC ANTHONY). I ain’t a good ORATOR, nor a good FLIRT and certainly not a RACIST. For the girl in pink, I am an IDIOT and for the one in red kurta, I am MAD and CRAZY. For TCS, I am a PARAPLEGIC and for the ghost, I am strictly INSANE. Few people call me as the FARZEE SCORPIO, many disagree while many people call me FARZEE BANIYA and only a few disagree.

 

Hardly people know my real name. Or I put this way; I haven’t told many people my real name. Perhaps I am too afraid to face this materialistic world and that is the reason, I prefer a clandestine identity. One man, different names. But what is his true identity. A question that is too be answered. And it has to be answered pretty early.

 

P.S.  This is my shortest blog and the most useless too…

Quote of the Day:: I am the barrier you must overcome so that you and I can continue to exist together, even if you hate me.