I was born on a Monday – according to my mother
She also believes horoscopes can predict earthquakes
So…take that as you will.
They say school is where you learn what you
are. But I always thought school was where
people learned how to pretend. Pretend to listen,
pretend to care. Pretend to be someone they are NOT.
I don’t’ raise my hand often
I let them chase attention. But I knew exactly
Where everyone kept their secrets in their words,
Their silences, and their pencil boxes
While others chase marks, I chase patterns.
Chapter 1: Seeking something
The world is full of numerous people – with numerous thoughts
I find almost, almost everybody seeking
Validity, chasing attention. But I don’t chase attention, the
Only thing I seek for is perfection.
Chapter 2: I don’t manipulate, I strategize
If someone eats your lunch every day, you complain
I don’t.
I wait, I observe. And then…on the next day when they
Forget theirs, …I bring momos – the spicy ones. And
Suddenly, I become everybody’s best friend.
Chapter 3: The real me (or am I?)
Am I kind? Sometimes.
Am I clever? Always.
Do I lie? Rarely.
I just tell the truth…in a way that sounds like a joke.
Maybe you still don’t know who I am. Good. That
Means I have written autobiography perfectly
The entire world is full of people trying to be heroes.
I chose to be a narrator,
Because narrators don’t just know the story
The are the ones who created the heroes.