I was born in India, and they called me an Indian. He was born in Pakistan, and they called him Pakistani. India and Pakistan happened to be in Asia so they called myself and him as an Asian. Our skin color was darker than the others so they called us colored. But this is what others called us, not what we really are. So who am I? Who are we?
I was born 20 inches long, but then grew to a 6 feet tall boy today. The flesh, skin, tissues and cells of my body yesterday are far different than the flesh, skin, tissues and cells of my body today. Today, I am a different mass of individual than what I was at birth when they called me different identities. In fact, my physical mass changes constantly, and is not the same as it was yesterday. I am definitely not the piece of flesh you see. So who am I? Who are we?
When I was born, I didn’t even know what “nothing” was. They sent me to school and later taught me Marine Engineering. Then they gave me a piece of paper which said that I am a Marine Engineer, others called me a graduate, some called me a professional. But my profession occupies just about 30-40% of my life. Sometimes even while at work my mind is engaged elsewhere though I’m physically at my workplace. So I’m not always my professional tag, that’s merely my occupation. I use my skill for earning a living. A life for something… And my question still remains unanswered. After all, who am I? Who are we?
Indian, Pakistani, Arab, American, Asian, African, Aryan, White, Black, Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, Buddhist, Brahman, Dalit, Catholic, Protestant, Shia, Sunni, Doctor, Engineer, Lawyer, Businessman, and similar identities is definitely not me, because they were given to me by others, not what I really am.
I was born no different than my friend who was born next to me, studied in the same school, grew up together. They called him a name, and called me another name. My grandfather’s best friend went to America and today his children are American, and another friend migrated to Pakistan during partition so he was called a Pakistani. Had they stayed in India, both of them would be called as Indians. But again, these would be tags, not what we really are. So who are we?
When India didn’t qualify for world cup finals, I didn’t have to change my nationality to support another team to cheer for the sports I love. I didn’t become a South African when I supported them for a 1999 world cup. Who then am I?
When I looked up at the heavens and called the Unseen Being as Bhagwaan, they thought I was a Hindu, if I called Him as God, they thought I was a Christian, and if I called Him as Allah, they thought I was a Muslim. But yet again I wondered what did He, my Creator see me as? Who was I in His eyes?
Today we are different than what we were yesterday. I don’t know what “soul” is, because I am no spiritual saint.
If you ask me, my answer is that my being is the “will” I posses. My “will” defines me, shapes me what I want to be, makes me what I call myself, pushes me on the road on which I desire to walk, gives me the energy to do what I crave for, to struggle and win.
The color of our skin is by no means the criteria to judge intellect or superiority. Likewise, birth in a country, or in a Family, does not categorize a good human or a bad human.
“All Blacks are thieves” – is wrong, so is “all Pakistanis are cheats”, leave apart the religious prejudices ruling such baseless comments.
It’s time we wake up, before death wakes us up.
I am a Human Being, and my Will to do Good for Humanity makes me what I am.
I am my Will. Will to be Good.