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Adam was wandering lone in the Garden of Eden, and God Said “Let me make him a partner”, and Voila, Eve Comes, and ever since Man and Woman ‘Connected’. What a wonderful beginning! – Except that it was different – Only one man and one woman to connect with. Though the old Joke goes – One day – Adam was wandering for a long time and came real late back to the tree house – and EVE was all fuming and angry, and suspected that – Adam was having an affair! Adam: Honey, how can this be possible? There is no other woman on earth other than you. How can I have an affair? Eve: Even then, I feel jealous. I am sure you have someone around Eventually they slept with their backs to each other, and in the deep of the night – Eve wakes up and starts counting the number of Ribs on Adam. And ever since, Man and Woman have connected, cherished the connection and gave “birth” to jealousy, fear (of losing the connect), and nurtured possessiveness. Now … some 6000 yrs later, with roughly about 3 billion ...

I have started discovering quite a few paradoxes of late. The biggest of them – I have been running… running…running…..running so much…but .. There is so much flab around my waist….hmm…yes that’s the point… I have been “running” but on a completely different track. On one of my late night readings the other night – I have come across a statement that suddenly halted my track – and forced me to take a pause – It is said that Humans are the only creatures who run faster when they lose their way. The result - Increased irritability, Frayed Nerves, Impatience, Shorter fuses, Preoccupation and Procrastination- unfortunately all when it comes to choosing the right priorities. – Charles R. Swindoll I paused and questioned – Why exactly have I been running so much – Run to climb 2 rungs at a time in the corporate ladder? Chew on books not be outdone? Analyze 4 steps at a time, so that you “read” the mind of the one you are speaking to? …….and…the old song rings the bells… This is one blog that...

Once in while, comes a point when you start reading those old scribbled pages, from school days, where you penned down – “I want to be a __________ “, or chance upon some old mail, find one small lil prize that you won in a competition so BIG, that you almost forgot about it, or read your own BLOG at 2 AM, and wonder….. Hello, was that me? Is it a Mistaken Identity, Mis(ed)takable Identity (ala an Identity that I missed, and that which should be taken). Like the old saying goes, ‘the faintest ink is better than the sharpest memory”, each of those scribbled long forgotten pages, left behind an imprint of a “slice of our personality”, and when we chance upon the same, wonder, Hey, Is that me…? “Hello, is it me that you looking for???...cos I wonder who you are, I wonder what you do... are you sometimes feeling lonely or someone love's you” We look so different when we look back at those chanced slices of ourselves, a self that -sometimes we wonder in awe, laugh out in pure merry, sm...