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Who am I?
I'm sure this question has bothered everyone once in a while. Raising it's utterly important and inquisitive head like a wrinkle in our daily lives. To begin with, I'm a human, one of the most intelligent species to ever exist on earth. Yes, but the current future looks less promising. And I admit freely, that the people who started this human civilization would've been a FAR (yes all caps) promising future than us had they survived as long as we have. Yes, I'm talking about the Harappan civilization. The Great Bath! I mean who would've imagined our ultra ancestors would've been as open minded as our modern society wages a war to be. The engineering of the first civilization makes people wonder nowadays - How? And yes, for the first human civilization, having homes which stay cool in summer and warm in winters is pretty cool an achievement. However, what happened to them is still under shadows. Not a single trace of them remains, except the huge ruinous buildings and the toys and jewellery. Maybe they attained nirvana and are gone for their own good. What followed (we) is no short of a disappointment. Seriously, so much brains and we survived two world wars. Not that apocalyptic. However, a third one would be omnicidal. 
Despite all the great wars which lasted, we have always been at war. And that is one of the characteristic traits of us humans. We have always been at war with social norms, kafkaesque rules and regulations, inequality and a bunch of other things. One might be audacious to think we, the inhabitants of the 21st century have ran past the point of war, majorly. However, scrutiny tells us that we've internalised war and conundrum. In words of Edwin Brock:- 

"Simpler, direct, and much more neat is to see that he is living somewhere in the middle of the twentieth century, and leave him there."
                           —Five Ways to Kill a Man,
                              Edwin Brock

So you see, there's no need of actual war when here we are slaves to our own devices. We have saved hundreds of lives by creating vaccines and yet are faced by rising crises. Crises which might not be visible to the naked eye. Crises which stem in the mind and spread like cancer within our little brilliant brains. Depression has taken more lives than wars. More suicides happen now, now at a time when people have been the most luxurious than they EVER have. And yeah, we humans might also command our factories to generate enough cars, food, paper, talents to educate every last person on earth. And yet we are suffering from poverty, hunger, poor standards of living and illiteracy. I have to admit, we are a striking kind. Maybe facing imminent death does snap things into perspective, as James Patterson says. We have a billion perspectives though. One will find over the course of our human existence, one thing consists of consistence. And it's inequality. There always has been the three classes — the rich, the middle and the poor. It is said that rich get richer and the poor get poorer. And the middle class (wherein I lie) is always struggling to get to the class of the rich. The middle class is the really ambitious class. Talks of equality resonate the middle class the most. There does come a point of time, when the middle class takes over the rich and thereby becomes the 'new rich class' but somehow equality never seems to find a way into our human existential course. Orwell wrote :-

"But it was also clear that an all-round increase in wealth threatened the destruction—indeed, in some sense was the destruction—of a hierarchal society. In a world in which everyone worked short hours, had enough to eat, lived in a house with a bathroom and refrigerator, and possessed a motor-car or even an aeroplane, the most obvious and perhaps the most important form of inequality would already have disappeared... But in practice such a society could not long remain stable."
                           —1984, George Orwell

There it is, the truth about humans without any veils. Humans can be complicated, as has been wonderfully captured by Mr. Ohba in Death Note. We are all broken in one way or another. What's funny is that whatever I've written has nothing to do with the title, however that's an essay for another time.