This post is written as part of Wednesday prompt hosted on writetribe.com, ‘I, Me and Myself’.
Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt 17th September:
I, me and Myself
Myself, Vishal, suffering from the syndrome of forgetfulness and tale of missing stuffs. Would you imagine that I misplaced few important stuffs during the past two days? I am getting old, Me feel. First, I am trying to recollect things in the right lobe of my head. I mean, there must be pointers to remember where I place stuffs that miraculously disappear in this I, Me and Myself world.
I woke up on Tuesday morning to realize that I cannot find my diary. I’ve turned the room and table upside down to lay my hand on this treasure trove called diary. After all, it’s not some miniature object like the pen drive that may have been slipped under stack of newspapers, books or magazines. The diary is the size of a book that should be visible on the table, after all. I remember taking the diary in the bag to meet a friend in his office on Monday since I had to send an urgent fax and later went to the bank for withdrawal. One possibility is that I may have left the diary at my friend’s office. I left an sms, asking them to check if the diary is left lying in their office.
Today, I woke up and had a smoke but the I, Me and Myself misplaced the lighter. Another tale of forgetfulness syndrome. Come on, the lighter should be lying, somewhere in the house or on my way to work, I may have dropped it, somewhere. But, till the time, I reached office, I didn’t smoke at all. So, there is no way that these objects are flying from one place to another to play havoc with me. Surely, it’s no tale of Placebo Effect.
What can better describe I, Me and Myself than Big Boss 8? Yeah! I’ve been watching the show for three consecutive days and I may get hooked to the show watching participants under house arrest. Celebrities jumping on the band wagon to resurrect their fading careers and creating controversies to be in the lime light and, eventually, winning the show. We shall see the real self of the celebrities on the show! Their anger, crazy antics, drama, ego and what’s not on display for the public to show. Some will be too much of themselves, feeling bad, that fellow inmates don’t find them beautiful or who hates whom or who is having a soft corner for who,. The tears of narcissists and drama to show the world who they are! After all, it’s not just a syndrome but attention-seeking behavior. It’s all about me and nothing else, matters. Like my favorite BB contestant and Lady Gagga-yish, Diandra Soares has painted her hair green but dunno whether it’s for the show but she truly lives up to the image, I, Me and Myself. Move over selfie, Facebook updates or 140 words tweets, inmates gonna rob the limelight and crush fellas on their way. After all, Big Boss is all about I, Me and Myself.
But then, aren’t we all narcissists trying to prove something about our identity, be it social media, TV or real life. I agree that, at some point in life, I am so full of myself as an individual. I was so much hooked to FB that I decided to de-activate the account for some self-detox. I don’t intend to be back soon and enjoying the ME time. It’s been more than one month and it’s an exercise that I intend to do every year. You dare to be different? What are the odds?
I, Me and Myself