little nothings...

Its funny... how it was mandatory at school to take the Indian pledge everyday and when we had to repeat "All Indians are my brothers & sisters" how each of us used  to silently add the words "except one" in our mind and think about that special someone at that time... how there were two ' It girls ' in every school/college and how they used to be arch-rivals GOD only knows why.. how A & B were a couple and how C & D were another couple and how years later  A ends up marrying D and B ends up marrying C ... how someone sitting in the class would be lost in some random thoughts and suddenly calls the teacher  'Mummy' and the whole class bursts into laughs (this happened to me!) how every Maths teacher in a hurry would say 'sex' instead of 'six' and the entire class would get into the silent coos and whispering mode, and all the girls would blush.. how many grandfathers and grandmothers were killed as a bahana fo...

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You know, I think we Indians are like irani chai but pretend to be like the noble Oolong Tea from the mountains of China which is so distinctly classy (like  Jane Austen classy) when relished in a fine bone china cup. What we should understand (and also the world!) is that fine bone china cup or not or simmbly the roadside chai-wallahs traditional   ' cutting chai '   waala glass, irani chai is irani chai only. And we are like that only! It doesn't matter how many flyovers are put up and how many hi-class glass-waala high-rise buildings are pulled up  so that externally we look like some frigging developed first world country but internally we are the same. I am sorry but how much ever you try you cannot remove ' Indianness ' from us. You dont know what is Indianness ? Shit Man, Shit! Yea, we cannot control when we have to poo. Or for the matter pee. So when we are at public places we really dont care who and how many are ...