Am I selfish ? :O

I have asked this question many a time, at different points in my life.. I always liked to believe that I’m not. let’s see, am I ? ….

Let’s consider a situation, me and my friend had starved for two days, and I got a fruit. After having a bit of the fruit, if I decide to give the rest to my friend, am I selfish ?? if I didn’t had that fruit, and gave it to my friend, whom I felt is more hungry ? Am I not selfish?? Again isn’t it selfish from my part to give it to him, since his happiness reflects mine? Had I done the same, had I been with a stranger? let’s assume I did :D.

let’s consider another situation in which while I’m about to take this fruit or a part of it or whatever … :-j to my friend, I happen to see a person who didn’t had food for five days and will die unless I give it to him.. And my friend on the other hand had seen this fruit with me..

Again presuming myself to be a selfless person.. I gave the fruit to the dying man and saved him.. if my friend like me(in this story) is selfless he will definitely understand me.. but what if he is not .. he may feel dejected and will be unhappy with me.. So who is the culprit ?? The selfless me, or the selfish friend,or the random stranger?? Being a selfless person I can’t blame my friend, or the random person.?? So the question is.... In a selfish society, how can a selfless person survive??

In a broader sense relations demand selfishness in one way or the other.. So how can a person be selfless and at the same time keep his relations?? As a person who has a lot of relations even now I conclude myself to be selfish..

……Bad negative conclusion ?? hmmmmm..... lets be positive now .. as I’m living in a selfless society , presuming most part of it to be selfless.. A selfless person can survive and I survived. So I am selfless.. :)


I am still perplexed.. Am I selfish… Isn’t it selfish from my(someone’s) part to be selfless?? Or am I selflessly selfish or selfishly selfless.. ??? :O

The day the unfit survived...

I was never aware that It was too early for me, when I decided to come out, from what it seemed to me eternity … may be because I was curious, eager at that point of time , not aware of what’s awaiting me outside the warmth of that lonely asylum. I was out a few months earlier than the expected, after 7 months and 14days… now as I ponder about it , I am not surprised that I was early, as a person I hate to be lonely .. My mother told me that she was glad I cried on 5th December 1988 , at 5:14am. I was just around 2 kg at that point of time, and I’m glad, I survived to write this blog... … it was the first and the last time in my life I was that early for some thing…;)