Meghna Maiti
Who am I? It is perhaps
the inanest question, yet it’s also not so easy to comprehend always. I am
Meghna Maiti- a fairly responsible daughter, a reliable friend to many, a
decent journalist and a writer, an editor and so many other identities. At
different phases and circumstances, I play each of these parts and feel
satisfied with the way I juggle each of these layers. But I know, I am much
more than all of these, beneath all these layers of personalities. I am also a
breathing presence, pulsating with life force who could go on solitary walks
under the clear, blue sky and think of achieving the impossible.
I am a woman.
I am still a child for
whom life is all full of beginnings and no endings. At some level I am already a ghost who is sometimes haunted by unpleasant past, bitter experiences
and setbacks that killed a part of me. I am made of the influences of numerous
stars and constellation that chart my future path and decide the course of my
destiny. I am somewhere a Sagittarius on the cusp.
I am a ‘mean’ person, a
‘selfish’ brute and an ‘arrogant show-off’ for some people. To some I am even
‘rebel’ and ‘radical.’ And to some others, I am a wannabe elite, a gold-digger
and a witch. I have always popped all these comments with a pinch of salt.
Yet according to many
people, I am an extremely honest and loyal person. But I know for sure that I
am no embodiment of virtues. And I am certainly no Mother Teresa. I know that.
I am also thoughts,
concepts, feelings and ideas. I am amorphous mostly, unless I am on a special
date when I certainly put on an appearance.
To some people, I am the
she-bull and the juggernaut. And these are mostly people in my professional
network. To some others, I am the ultimate ‘lightworker,’ a healer. They are
again friends whose personal issues seemed to have disappeared like magic with
my entry into their lives. They swear by me all the time and call me ‘Miss Sunshine.’
I am a dude, a bro, a
girl, a buddy, in a chatroom.
I am still ‘Alice in
Wonderland’ for my school-friends. I am ‘lady Shakespeare’ to some school
friends who still laugh at the way I insisted everyone to speak only ‘English’
in school.
To some I am fantasy. To
some others I am the mystic lady. And even others say I am an enigma created of
ethereal dust.
I am at time everything
and at times nothing.
I have been called an
African, an Ethiopian, to be most specific. I have also been called a tribal
woman, for being too primitive with my instincts.
I have been called a
foodie, a good cook, a devourer of all things edible, without any complain.
I have been called a
communist, a socialist, the voice of the silent majority. I have been called a
true ‘bengali,’ a Calcuttan.
I have been called a
confused ideologue.
I have been called a
heathen.
I have even been called
ballsier than men by the men.
I am bravery, courage,
spunk. I am daring. I am a clown.
I am not confused any
more. I am not clouded in my mind.
Slowly, I realise I am
all of these. I don’t exist as parts. I am a whole person. Do not seek me as
any of these individual parts. I am either a full person or neither.
I Am An Entrepreneur. I
exist in relation to all the other parts.
I am constantly
building, breaking and re-inventing every time.
How are you an
entrepreneur? Please share your story.
ENDS