little nothings...

Yesterday, I read this article about emigrant Indians finding it tough to come back home. A lil more than a week since coming back, I have already started doubting my decision. It is not just the pollution, traffic, infrastructure or lack of clean public toilets that makes me complain. Its the people here that turn me off. People in the family too. and the fact that my country is polluted with corrupt politicians. K was gonna start fasting today cos his demands were falling on deaf ears. He was arrested (but Why!!??) and the result being a peaceful-fast unto death-turned ugly and damaged public property. what annoys me is dragging these dirty poli'tricks' to college campuses and students. the media is definitely creating a hype but cant these students realize that theey are being used as pawns to nourish the political ambitions of various political parties. There was one stupid guy in a maroon shirt standing in the balocny of a college hostel and pelting stones at policemen....

Nothing is permanent in life. Love, friendship, bullshit..everything fades with time. We build relations, make friendships, talk about being true friends, standing through thick and thin, offering a shoulder to cry and blah blah..all are compromises made to satisfy just one entity; The EGO. Once it is offended, love, affection, warmth, genuineness and all good things will cease to exist. Trust cant stand up against it either. Such is the ability of the EGO..it leaves an irreparable crack that makes you doubt everything. If only, grad school and life could teach us how to overpower it than meekly surrendering to that moment of self pride.. Tonight, as i sit sleepless, staring at the dark sky, another beautiful chapter in my life comes to an end. Its a different thing that the ending is not as beautiful as the beginning, but like always, I am happy I got to learn, accept and move with the vicissitudes of life!!

I was reading about Preets random thoughts and found that I have similar thoughts racing in my mind..all the time...the only difference being my inability to articulate them like he did... when you feel like reading what those thoughts might be.. here

Long long ago, a very successful and wealthy business man, Dhanraj Patil was blessed with a baby boy. He decides to name his heir Pinku Patil. Pinku was a nice bonny little kid who was intrigued by the smallest and minutest enigmas of life. Pinku was fascinated by EVERYTHING, especially ping pong balls. The first time he came across a ping pong ball was when Dhanraj left his tennis raquet and ping  pong ball after a tiresome four hour game with his friend, Yuvraj Kapoor. So, Dhanraj Patil gets Pinku a ping pong ball for Pinku's fourth birthday and so began Pinku's rendevous with Ping Pong balls. After a year, Dhanraj: Beta, aapke janam din ke shubh sandarb pe aapko kya chahiye. (Son, what do you want for your birthday gift?) Pinku: Pithaji, mujhe ek ping pong ball chahiye (Daddy, I want a ping-pong ball.) Dhanraj is surprised at Pinku's wish. Year after year, for every birthday, Pinku asks his Pithaji for ping pong balls. Pinku finishes school and is the state topper. When...

“A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects.”

A story of hopes and dreams, of a new life and making it big; we came with a heavy heart leaving everyone behind in oblivion to finding a family and a home away from home.. treading a new path holding hands and not letting each other fall. we fought;we patched up we laughed; and cried together we cursed and cussed others.. screw the rest, WE were the world for us.. the late night walks and the scary talks, all the assumptions and presumptions; letting down was a part of growing up and could not dare to dream about letting go.. I don't have the power to change things; I would not even if I did; For if experience is the teacher, the mistakes are the lessons from which we learned Those two years,a precious part of my life Spent with people more precious; the memories will be cherished for long and the friendship will be treasured for ever..

A co-worker's boyfriend had asked me how can I leave the land of opportunities and go back to India. "What is there in India?" these were his exact words. " what is there in India" that I am moving back to? yes, there is corruption in India. There is pollution, population explosion, traffic jams, insensitivity,illiteracy, female foeticide and infanticide . There is lack of civic sense, lack of good organization and there is no cleanliness. We spit on the road and all the walls on the road are public urinals and men make graffiti with pee on all those walls. Haaa! tell me what isn't there in India. A lot of people I know don't want to go back to India for all those mentioned above and a lot more. And can we do anything about it? Yeah, we can fret about it and enjoy watching on-screen how the heroes fight these evils while we munch on our popcorn. may be, my being a hypocrite has a lot to do with the country I come from. The country, the state, the social...