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What is my passion?

   PASSION! Google gave me two suggestions for my search "passion meaning". Of which the most likely definition that I could infer from my 18 years of studies was this "strong and barely controllable emotion".


   I had strayed into writing this blog with an incomplete answer to my question. If I go with the definition I had agreed to in the beginning, then finding an answer may seem so painless. Cricket was and continues to be my breath of life. I never get bored following this modest answer. And this modesty is what draws a fair degree of incompleteness.

   The conflict arises here, and rightly so. When I dig in deeper into my passion, be it cricket,music or caricatures;the solitary reason that leaves the rest in solitude is MONEY. So, I began questioning the "modest" answer! Why cricket/music/caricature? And I got  a sequential answer like the "fibonacci series",the consecutive ones getting added on to give a completely new item. Like for example, "it's my passion" + "It gets me fame and respect" = "it'll help me earn a lot of money".

   And here I am, writing a blog in search of a complete answer for the most sought after question in the world. But my intentions are as clear as my eyes would see while hitting a cricket ball or as music I make when I have a good rhythm or as the characters that I etch while caricaturing;it is to make some money out of the views that I get for this blog!

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