A Product of GM Technology

2 X chromosomes in my brilliantly unique double-helix DNA structure, have not Ms. Nitisha Pande made.
After countless hours of research and diligent deliberation(uh, two and a half minutes human time), a conclusion has been reached.
I can now say, with much pride, that like the infamously banned BT Brinjal and the government-sanctioned BT cotton, I am a product of the technology, pedants like to call Genetic Modification.

Wikipedia goes on to explain what this is- 'Genetic engineering, also called genetic modification, is the human manipulation of an organism's genetic material in a way that does not occur under natural conditions.' It goes on to use words such as recombinant DNA and mutagenesis, but blah blah blah, I don't get any of that. (Haha, no one understands these words, really. Einstein, the only person who could, died long ago.)


I use all this scientific jargon I know not much, if anything, about for a reason. As I stayed up last night, reading Red Dragon, a thought struck me, as suddenly as it does every time. 


What has made me the person I am? What makes people who they are? Their experiences as a member of a family, as a member of society, as a student, a spouse? What events mesh into our psyche in such a way that they leave a definite and indelible impact on our minds, and percolate into every action.


For example. 
I hate cockroaches. Why? No clue. 
Did I have some crazy childhood experience with a cockroach? No. So that's not it.
Would I have hated them if I had lived in a not-so-plush apartment in Mumbai? Maybe not. 
Is it because I am a girl. And that in typical girl-fashion I hate creepy-crawlies of all kinds? I hope not.


So, where do our intrinsic values make way for the external environment's effects to kick in?
I'd like to know the answer to this.
So I can get some leeway in terms of getting answers. Answers I've been searching for all year.
(Of course, another answer I'm looking for is what role cockroaches play in the eco-system in the first place! :P)


Forever is composed of nows, someone had once said. Sylvia Plath or Emily Dickinson had said that, I'm not sure. I remember I'd read it some 4 years ago, and I thought it was one of the most poetic sentences ever. I still do. :)
The question is. 
What makes up my now? In this moment, who am I, and what has made me this person.


Yeah, us GEOs(Genetically Modified Organisms) live a life of utter confusion and near insanity. 
And let me tell you, looking for these answers in people, experiences and the internet, of course, is a pretty cool experience in itself. :)