Who am I?
So who am I? Am I my body and face? Clearly, if someone changed my hands for a pair of robotic arms, it wouldn't make much of a difference would it? If my legs were replaced with that of a dog, I would definitely feel bad about it, but I would still be there. Am I the face? If they changed my face, oh I would feel quite weird. The face is a big marker of who I am perhaps. I would not recognize myself. I would say "Oh fuck, I look different now"! But that would still be me, after all, I am still Annapragada Krishna Prasanth. What if my name was changed? Well people have many names you see. But if essentially my name were changed, to say 'Rahul Modi', I would feel quite weird and perhaps laugh, but it would still be me wouldn't I. If I am not my name, not my face, not my body, the who am I? Such a weird question to ask. Who am I. I am not my face, I am not my name, I am not my body. I am more than all of this. I am something behind my eyes I suppose, someth...