To be an Unknown

How do you feel when you think all of a sudden you have come to a place which is not meant to be, being lost, wondering
why the hell one had to come here? As if you have come to a deserted island, an alien place, where you know no one
nor does any one knows you. Wondering how long it would take to establish your own identity, getting to know others
and letting others know you, letting go old friends with the past. And suddenly on the verge of no hope things change,
and you are poured with too many friends, with many people around you, who recognize you as a friend giving an identity.
And there it starts again, endless chatting with them, parties, movies, trips etc etc. I dont think I can handle too much of anything at a time.

Am the one who's not open to changes. It takes time for me to get accustomed to any change. But ironically change is
the only thing that doesn't change in my life. Changes noticeable, changes un-noticeable. Changes pleasant, changes
that are not pleasant. Changes expected, changes un-expected.



I like to live without an identity whos presence/ absence doesn't make much difference, not being worried about what
others have to think about me. Strange or wiered but I don wanna be noticed. Not able to trace out the reason for my
wiered behaviour, not eager to know as well, cos am happy this way! But again am blessed( obliged) with many people
around me who bother to think about me as a matter of subject for their discussions. Why cant people leave one alone?
I wonder how they have time to think about other's or other's life?

I read this somewhere - people who watch TV news or gossip a lot are the most unhappy people. They do this so that
they can satisfy themselves thinking that their problems are nothing in front of the disasters that happen in daily life some
where in the corner of the world. They talk/ discuss others not out of the interest in the person but cos of the hidden hatred/ jealousy.