Hello, I am Puran Adhikari.
Or at least… that’s what I’ve been told to call myself.
Sometimes I wonder—am I actually “Puran Adhikari,” or just a
name I learned to respond to after years of repetition? A label assigned by
language, society, family, documents, and a few bored teachers taking
attendance?
Funny thing is, I didn’t choose it. It was given, installed,
updated over time—like software I never agreed to download but now run every
day.
So then the question becomes: who am I really?
Am I the name?
Am I the habits that quietly run in the background?
Am I the thoughts that appear and disappear without permission?
Or am I something underneath all of that—the observer who is slightly confused
but still curious?
Maybe identity is not a solid thing at all. Maybe it’s more
like a shared project—built by evolution, shaped by society, edited by family,
and occasionally hacked by our own choices when we’re brave enough.
Anyway, I go by Puran Adhikari for now. It’s convenient.
People recognize it. Forms accept it. Life moves forward with it.
And beyond that label, I often describe myself as an
explorer of this world—not in the sense of traveling everywhere, but in the way
I try to understand life, people, and even myself.
I make mistakes. A lot of them. But what interests me is not
the mistake itself—it is the process that follows. I observe, I reflect, I try
to understand why it happened… and sometimes, I repeat it again.
Perhaps that is how growth feels—non-linear, messy, and
strangely repetitive.
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