I’s are, therefore I think
I-consciousness has taken over, as if it is need of the hour.
This is the story of two Is : I and i
“No man is himself when he talks n his own person.
Give him the mask and he will tell you the truth”
--Oscar Wilde
I :


I came into being after well defined mechanism of three quarters. I grew out of experience. I learnt from surroundings. In my childhood, I built my thought processes and interpretation-reaction mechanism. I shall use these assets throughout my outward existence.
I developed delusions for I was alone, fear when I was cared, ego when praised and hatred when scolded. I collected all my feelings and woven them into my character. My character is the inheritance of loss as well as gain for I inherited simplicity and taste, intellect and ears for music along with my phobias and delusions.
I’s delusions, feelings , dreams and desires became the ideal possibility of the reality around from time to time. Dreams wrapped around the reality and pushed I deeper into delusions.
“Delusion is the first of all pleasures!!!”
The magnified I-consciousness, though came with a price tag, torn I inbetween reality and the wrapper. What delusions demanded, would put I on the narrow mountain cliff and ‘world’ly demands would throw I deep into the valley where resided i.




i :


i has been transcending through souls for ages. According to one school of thought, i is the child of theory and according to other , i is the onl fact there is. i , being ageless, never grew; being formless , never existed materially. i has wisdom of lives and practices silence being somewhere in the body-mind complex. i is the nucleus which carries thoughtcon cloud.


We :


In the valley, I met i. i welcomed I with open arms and made it aware of it’s I-consciousness. It seemed , i knew everything about I: what I is thinking, what patterns it follows. i was like I’s father brother guiding him tenderly through the journey of life. i knew what is good for I and what is not, what I should be dong and feeling.
But I, being rebellious son,fails to admire the advice. I is phobic enough to doubt i’s very presence in the valley: “another delusion, perhaps!!!”
If i would let I lead the life better, why shouldn’t I let it?
Is I that discovers i within stronger for recognizing i’s presence is ,in itself, an achievement?
Or is same I weak enough for not letting its own subconscious i guide him?
Why my own subconscious i stranger to me? If my I-consciousness and i-consciousness were a “We-consciousness” in me !!!