So, the other day a friend of mine asked me this question: “Who Am I?”.
And my reaction was as follows:
This Question got me thinking. So who am I?
As I sit in silence and introspect, my mind begins answering my query. And here’s what I could come up with:
“Well, I am 25, female, slim, relatively fair complexioned, petite and a psychotherapist with a fairly good sense of humour.” The stream of thought ended there.
Then I ask myself:
Is that really all I am? Pat comes another answer from my mind: I have a good work ethic, I try to work for the benefit of society, and I have a lot of integrity.
After this stream of thought, I recalled Ramana Maharishi’s quote “who am I? Not the body because its decaying, not the mind because the brain will decay with the body, not the personality, nor the emotions, for these also will perish with death”.
Then I realise with horror that the points I have mentioned above as to who I am, will all perish in the blink of an eye from the moment I die. So what then can I say about who I am?
I am an identity. An identity that will remain long after my body ceases to exist. I am that, who will be remembered for my work and what I have given back to society.
E.g. You say Dr. Kalam and we instantly think Pokhran-2. You say Shakespeare and we remember his work and how it never fails to entertain us even to this day, not the person himself.
So now I can say with conviction:
“I am Aditi and I design workshops for high school students. I am striving to be that psychotherapist that India needs in these stressful , uncertain times. I am that person who firmly believes that our children are our future and am trying to do my bit so our demographic dividend doesn’t turn into a demographic disaster!!”
Shoutout to Mr. Sairam for asking me this rather intriguing yet self-dissolving question.