Changaswami changed his name on Facebook from Changa Swami to Pranshul Sharma and Pranshul started to delete everything he had posted earlier as Changa Swami. After changing his profile picture to One of his childhood photographs when he was called by his birth name, Pranshul, which later in high school his father got changed to Pranshu, he posted a status which read "Changa is dead <3".
Pranshul was now dealing with the Reality in which he had to perform his Duties and take care of his Business in Silence. No more Memory, Story, Emperor, Friend, Future, Dream, Writer and Character. The real-world Race was dawning over him and he was involved with stupid grids of letters and characters hoping to get over an ex by writing about her. That's how he got over his silly daddy issues back in college. He wrote a play called 'The Twist' and made his father watch it. That was his coward way of telling him what he wanted to without confronting him.
His travel start-up had shut down because of his madness. All his friends had distanced themselves from him. He had dropped out of the MBA program his mother got him admitted to. All day he would act like different people in front of different people, observe their responses and match their traits with the Twenty-Six characters thinking that it would help them all better understand themselves, but nobody wanted to.
Not everyone chooses to make their life so complex. They weren't foolish either that they would not understand what Pranshul was trying to do. They all thought of him as a weird psychopath who was on the path of self-destruction. That was probably the only thing that would have been in sync with his birth name meaning Shiva, the Destroyer. He was destined to become evil and to then destroy himself.
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No good would have come out of his stupid stunts of messing around with wives of close friends either. He didn't even have a stable job nor an upcoming opportunity. All he had were a few social media profiles while he continued to live off the savings of his parents. He had no shame in not doing anything productive when his father had retired and when his old mother was still working. At least his sister, Soorpanakha was focussed and practical enough to start a consultancy after working for years in the start-up hub of the country which Pranshul, in his delusion, kept dismissing as a characterless city.
The truth was that even though he was a Character with many characters, he himself was characterless. No integrity. No humility. No sense of responsibility. Winning global elections and destroying the planet in his own head. Nobody liked to talk to him. He had no respect for girls. He used to think of them all as whores just because he couldn't face the rejection of One girl. If anything, he really needed to put himself in his own Shoes and realise how worthless his life had become, serving no purpose and spreading no pleasure. Just him and him and more of him. And then he had the audacity of accusing people of Being self-involved and thinking what he was doing would help others see beyond themselves. The better lie he was living was slowly turning into a bitter truth.