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You and only You

Simple enough a question - how unique are you? Anything special that could describe you and only you? Nothing personal. "You" have just been promoted as the poster child for all of "Us" on planet Earth.

First, let's eliminate the obvious ones. Names, relationships, jobs held etc. All that is a part of you are but is not your whole self, your inner core. Your physique could resemble other people, so no again. And, you and billions of people have the same insides -nerves, bones, grey matter etc. too. We are all not space aliens except that loathsome '------' (freely substitute with anyone you hate). So, clearly no.

That leaves our minds as the only choice. We all have crazy, yes, but uniquely crazy minds. Right? But....wait a minute. We can and do share how our mind works with people all over the globe. Even if we have narrow interests or hobbies like playing a bazooka or collecting lawnmovers, we'll be able to find that exact person - thanks to the friendly online groups.

In fact, the other day, I came up with a what-sounded-novel-to-me idea to write about a topic, titled - "How to deal with stress from reading too many blogs?" Good, you think? Not quite. I went online and was quite shocked to realize that there's 15 blogs already on this topic. Smash and Crash. That's my hope to create something new that broke to pieces on the floor. But, on the bright side, it was quite comforting to know that there are herds of nerds like me out there in this world.

So, what have I missed out? If you are on your way to sainthood, you would've guessed the answer by now. Yes, the elusive 'soul', which is purported to be unique. Pluto even proclaimed it as the 'essence of a person'. But, you know, as much tempting it is to babble and dab into philosophical quests, just for the sheer pleasure of throwing in some Jungian jargons like sapience, spiritualism, meditation, yada, yada....these are uncharted territories for me. The Himalayas yonder have to wait a little more, until my hair turns as white as it's snow-capped peaks. So, let me just stop right here, right now before I strain my brain muscles any further.

Conclusion : Not much. I lost my thread of thought anyways. But, hey, if you have read this far, you must be a uniquely special person - with lots of time in their hands. Let me know how to reach you so that I can share some more of my profound theories. Please, may I?

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