who are you?

I was looking through the window of my new home in Bangalore when I saw a couple of construction workers at a building site, that is soon to come up in my neighbourhood. These men were at their mundane routine, checking slabs to see if they are in place for the concrete to stand, hammering down nails which will keep these scaffoldings in place for the next 30 days to come, where another bunch will be pouring ash coloured contents into holes to fill them up, so that someday, under this very roof some rich occupant can lead a life of luxury, in his living room which in turn will be decorated by an interior designer duly appointed by the builder who visits the site once a day in his maroon Mercedes S class which is often parked next to a brick pile. It is here, for a mere sixty bucks a day that a lady with a makeshift head cushion picks up a heavy load of bricks and carries it all the way to the fourth floor enduring steep, hard , concrete slopes which will soon turn into steps gladded with expensive ceramic tiles to please the resident's feet which will almost always prefer the elevator.

Whew! that was a lot of people in their respective social roles and I am just this guy looking out of his window. Now how insignificant is that? I should have been the guy hammering nails in the seasoned wood that wouldn't give way or the lady carrying dusty bricks on her head or probably the guy in the maroon Mercedes. Why am I not any of those people, why am I a BPO consultant looking out of his window? I really don’t know. I’m serious, why are you the person you are this moment, reading this blog? Why aren’t you someone else? A beggar to whom you just tossed a coin in a hurry, your mom, her childhood friend's neighbour's cousin or his dog? Did you choose to be this person you have become? Or was it thrust upon you and you had no choice but to accept?

What did you say? Glance? Oh chance! Ok, so you say it’s a mere coincidence that we are what we are.

Imagine…

It is a coincidence that we are not dogs and dogs are not us. We are humans and we were created by God, stuffed with free-will and conscience. We have temptations and are capable of committing sins. Those who resist go to heaven and those who indulge will spend a good eternity in hell. If it’s seriously coincidence, then why am I not a tree , a stone, the cat on my window sill or the extinct mammoth? If it is pure chance, like seeds falling off a tree blown away by wind and washed away by the rains, then think of a possibility that everything is what it is or everyone is what they are just by a freak chance.

Then, by the same chance of creation and the psyched out coincidence I could have been an angel of the heavens or his colleague! Or may be born as Satan to think further of a possibility why am I not God?