The winds of change

I know everything is changing..in fact it was always like this only.. but I've become aware of it quite recently. Now I see the faces of the uncles changing into that of the old men, I see my childhood friends busy in their professional world.even the topics of our discussion have changed also. earlier we used to discuss everything but marriage, but now marriage takes a sufficient fraction of our discussion. some days ago one of my friend was telling me over the phone,"see, she is going to get married. that too after one year only. can u imagine her?? with all her commitment phobia?? she's getting married. i think we all will get used to the idea of marriage once she did it. it would seem a normal thing."


and the change is also in our ideas. say park street. it is the same thing as it was 10 yrs ago. but my idea about park street have changed. as a child, I knew park street is a place where grown ups
go to celebrate the new years eve. later, when I started roaming around kolkata, it became a the metro station to visit kolkata book fair. as a teen ager, park street was music world for me; wher ei used to go, browse music and listen to the latest albums at the listening posts. then parkstreet became olypub. and now?? for me, olypub has become park street. and it's still changing... gradually..slowly..but changing.

Identity

sometimes you act yourself, sometimes you wear a face. I wear a thousand faces.
sometimes I'm the friend everybody wants. one who helps you in distress, who shares your pain and your joy.
sometimes I'm a student, craving for knowledge. who wants to learn.
sometimes I'm a lover who says he's ok after loosing his sweetheart. because she couldn't love him and if he said the truth she'd feel guilty.
sometimes I'm a soul who's moved by the differential treatments in today's world.

I wear a thousand faces. the face of a son, a man, a student, a friend, a brother, a cousin, a lover, a confidante, a blogger, a thinker.

among all these faces my real face has lost somewhere. and with so many faces I'm unable to locate the face I really had. I've lost my identity, but all these faces together have given me a different identity.

I'm not anymore what I was. but this is what I am. may be I'll be something else tomorrow. but right now this is what I am.