Chirag Gupta on Clubhouse

Bio

Who I am, is what you are wondering. If you are a racist or too judgmental, you might wonder if I am an Indian, a Narcissist or any other criteria that your mind might give birth to. And the truth is I wonder that sometimes too. To begin with, be assured of the fact that I am someone with a heart and not a robot.

I am Twenty Five, who can be anyone from nine to ninety, a boy, trying to break up with his bed sheet every morning and finding his path in this world of sycophancy, balancing life between his family and friends, which yes is a very difficult task at which I hold a record of failing consistently, struggling with the fact that being good, normal, straight forward, a human; is itself not a normal thing these days.
I wish to get up one morning with my Sun (not son) besides me. Sometimes I wish to wake up when my father is seeing news on television where the globe is no more sogging in its own global warming. And sometimes I wake up praying that I don’t want to die a virgin wishing that I don’t have to spend more than twenty minutes in the shower. I think of all the things I want to buy after winning a million dollars, inspite of knowing it won’t happen. Sometimes I feel like I am wasting time on deciding which pair of glasses to wear; Now how many spectacles are too much for two eyes, can anyone tell?
So I am someone, just like you. A tiny portion of the Almighty’s creation. I am someone who is selfish and thinks only about himself because, who else will? Again! Wait, let me not show my true colors to you so soon.