"…and I am not interested in your name or place you belong to.
Neither do I intend to hear about your job or occupation and please don’t tell
me you are son/daughter of so & so and the designation they hold. Also
please refrain from telling your hobbies or interests. You can begin now"
I was rather perplexed
by the question; it was by all measures the most ridiculous problem I ever
encountered. But I have to answer as I cannot escape the interviewer, we meet
every day.
“I am myself” I replied
“Can you define more” he said definitely not amused by my
answer.
One can respond to this question if there is slightest of idea in the mind about what the questioner intends to know. I was however determined not to ignore
him
“I am nothing but a result of the habits I have cultivated
over the years”
“Are you trying to trick me with your answer” he said
piercing right into my soul. He has given a lot of detail of ‘what not’ and hardly touched anything around
‘what all’
“No, I am telling you something true about myself”
“Go on”
“See the physical state I am in is certainly influenced by
the surrounding I live in and food I take. My face carry a smile when I am with
my loved ones having a good time and turns sour when my desires and reality
does not match”
He did not react; guess
he wanted to hear more. I continued
“My intellect is a result of the learnings I undertook, consciously
and unconsciously. It does the calculations for my living and measurements for
my survival. It also helps me in tackling tricky situations like this”
“Ahem ahem” he made a sound. May be I should just stick to
the answer and keep my comments aside. I started again
“I have another level of existence which I am still figuring
out”
“Tell me more about it” he showed interest
“I really do not know how to explain this but there is
something which makes me seek”
“Seek what”
“Well a lot of things but particularly about the truth” I
replied
“Truth!” he grimed “quite amazing, so did you get anywhere
near to it”
“The more I seek the further it gets away. You see this
physical being has a lot of answers for its miseries like food for hunger and love
for loneliness. And intellect also has logics which sometimes pushes me away from
pursuits like ‘Why am I here’. But this spiritual sense does not accept
ignorance as a state of mind.”
There was silence, the voice which pushed me into this puzzle
was not there anymore
“Hello” my voice resonated,
Who was he? I was unable to
recall his face or appearance. I realized that all this time I was talking to a
voice.
This voice is with me when I get up, it is there when go to
my work place. It is profound when I am alone and hushes itself only to an
audible level when socializing.
It is our Spiritual being which is most likely to stay
content and satisfied no matter how hungry we are.
