WHO AM I?

Who Am I?
The above mentioned maxim is more a cliche than an intriguing question. If you feel comfortable with the question, you may continue your reading, otherwise you may end the reading right here, else after completion of the reading, you will be more confused than you are now. Believe me, I do not want to bear the accusation of being a jinx. Okay, so you have decided to continue! It means we have certain traits in common, and the maxim is not a cliche to us. It means you will accompany me till the end of the writing. So, who am I? Like every other creature, I was born without a name but a surname. However, my parents wished me not to continue with the surname, though it was not so vulgar, and provided an entirely new identity: Amit Anurag.... A name which bears no sign of castism or regionalism. Although the name doesn't bear complete neutrality, yet I allowed myself to be identified by the name. Here you may accuse my naivety, but had I been given the chance, I would have kept my name 'O' This is not zero, but the 15th letter of English alphabet. I have my own conviction before this name, which I feel not so contextual to mention here. I am manifestation of unknowable into unknown. My birth had been the result of curiosity of the cosmos to know Himself. I am perfectly a normal human being, displaying all imperfections of human traits; lust for money, desire for sex, longing for love seeking comfort, hatred, jealousy, anger...... But embodied within the normal self exists my other self. Pure, free from dogma, original. Hitherto concealed from the normal world, my other self is seeking a way to manifest himself. I am mad. I am insane; and I have fallen in love with my insanity. I do not have any goal. Just path to travel, and Im not weary of my eternal travelling. My fellow inhabitants of the planet and potentials of future, you have every reason to hate me and not a single to avoid reluctance. I could be as dangerous as a viper. So, make your acquaintance with me at your own perile. You may award me with as many adjectives your vocabulary permits- obsessed, insolent, flagrant, misanthropic, reclusive. My fellow inhabitants, you have every right to condemn my vice over your inherited virtue. You stay young. But I wish senility. I wish to die. To born again. Not as a pacific star, rather violent magma. Lastly, those who have endured reading till last, I curse them by heart, and those who left somewhere in the beginning, I really praise them for the pragmatism displayed.
You all live Happily and be Merry!