What would you do if you find out that you are brought into this world for a special purpose?
A purpose of brightening somebody’s life at the expense of yourself. What if you are made to live in an artificial world with sole purpose to unzip your organs when needed?What would you feel if someone walks up to you one day to announce that, “You were brought into this world for a purpose, and your futures, all of them, have been decided.”What if you were to lose yoour individuality to play a role for people who expect things from you? What about stifling your dreams and aspirations for the whimsical fantasies of someone else??

Can you imagine a world completely devoid of moral implications and incredibly insensitive to the sensitivity of human emotions. The world thats filled with what seems like a benign bliss of childhood unravels into a great sham of artificiality, where simple words like ‘donations’, ‘complete’ assume grotesque ramifications.Where creativiry is stunted and being didfferent is an object of ridicule.Where one's talent has no meaning, and your world governed by marks and haphazard gradations determined by a pre requisited format.Are we so deadened that one cant recognise the power of being oneself and not be a cast you pour out of some mould.

One the whole thats what the society has reduced us to.

Subtly dark and infinitely sad, life can cast a fatalistic note on human lives that are led in a cloak of artificiality.A deep seated loathness for a place from which there is no escape, rather than to await the dead end that is reserved by the time one is born. People have to explore the technicalities of cloning or the perils of being a clone.I believe the world and its citizens today have lost their individuality.We re all characters in a play, as Shakespeare wrote.For all the characters are patient victims in waiting for their end, leading a life as if its on loan, with an air of detachment around them which they flaunt mercilessly, accepting in silence the grim fatality of the life that they are leading.

I just wish those fakers out there are unreal and not a disgusting manifestation of the modern day genetic experiments that intend to deliver greater good to greater lot at the cost of assured unhappiness for someone like me