WHO AM I?

I ponder over the thought that after all I have (which was nothing more than an old house, its plaster dropping off its walls), I know a little about myself. I never gave a thought to how I look and without realising, my hand goes to my hair and I push them off my forehead. I look into the mirror and see an awful-looking myself. My attire does not qualify as a SCHOLAR. And instead of a scholar, I look more like a lazy brat who spends more than twenty-hours in bed reading books or surfing the internet. I am not-well-to-do but can afford bread at least twice a day. I FEEL sick and in the broad daylight promise to myself that I will rise. I work hard for three years, to find myself with no-better than a 10-lakh package job. I now can afford some luxuries and enjoy life more than EVER, after all with so much going AROUND, you cannot expect something more to be offered to a computer engineer like myself.

I still ASK myself, "Who am I?"