Who Am I?
A rhetorical question, one that could be answered in many ways and no one way can be deemed right unless prejudiced to only a certain form of conversation and thought. It is at this point that I’m reminded of a favourite piece of conversation from one of my favourite movies.
Evey Hammond: Who are you?
V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask.
Evey Hammond: Well I can see that.
V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is.
Evey Hammond: Oh. Right.
I’m not an enigmatic character like V nor a man with Fawkesian taste of life. I’m by all means a regular chap – one across whom you could stumble upon on your way to work or the market or for that matter anywhere. Born in the 80s, grew up in the 90s, became an adult in the Noughties and now looking forward to another decade of learning. I’ve spent my life hopping across cities in India and London, briefly I’ve parked my old self in New Delhi, for how long I certainly cannot say. I’m an IT professional, a management grad, an advertising enthusiast, a student of photography, a story teller – basically a mixed bag.