Twenty one and counting

Karthikeyan, Shyam, Shankar, Sivakumar, Divyachapan, Daniel, Vikas, Amit, Abhik, Sundar, Anandan, Mandar, Harish, Prabahar, Santosh, Senthil, Manish, Sudhaker, Shailesh, Sridhar, Aakaash,........


EDIT(April 5, 2008)::: ...Gurmeet, Vikrant,...
EDIT(September 15, 2008)::: ...Deepak,...
EDIT(August 7, 2009)::: ...Ramesh,...

EDIT(August 12, 2010)::: ...Ranga, Sambi, Raj(Srujan), Dhana, Sasi, Udhay,...

EDIT(January 8, 2012)::: ...,Jayachandran, Shikhanshu, Akshay, Amuthan, Harish B.

yes, that's a full stop. No more roommates, hopefully! :)

India will treat you like a Queen, my girl!

I've always wanted to go back to India for good and I still do. There was one astronomical concern though. I was not concerned about the big bucks...not wholly.

How was I to survive in India leaving my American love back here?

My first acquaintance with her happened in Pittsburgh, more than a year after i moved to the United States. Was it love at first sight or smell or touch? I don't think I can solely attribute the reason for my love to one of the above...it was something else- something that I cherish till this date and will for years to come. She was blazing hot but was bitter about something(she still is sometimes, depending on my mood though). I tried my best to cheer her up and within seconds she showed me how sweet she can be. I learnt that she was born in Seattle and that she was nine years old when I was born. Well, to be honest, it did not matter to me.

Then what some people would think is magic and what I think was a matter-of-time happened. I met her in Cincinnati, right inside my university. I started meeting her frequently, but could not open up to her, for i hadn't started earning then. A man needs to have some money before he can love without any inhibitions, doesn't he? "cruel world", i used to think. The coffee shop had become our vantage meeting point.

My love for her reached it's peak after i moved to San Diego. As you must have guessed by now, she was here too, ready to give me company wherever i went. But India? I felt again that it was a matter-of-time, but how long will i be able to wait? "If your love is true", I told myself, "she will come to India". But somehow, there was not much optimism left in me, despite the fact that India is westernizing a lot and that she might not find it hard to feel at home and prosper there.

I was worried that I'd end up missing her badly in India.

Now, there's no concern. She has decided to come to India...she's even planning to go there before I do and wait for me to make my arrival special. i'll perhaps even get a chance to embrace and kiss her right at the Arignar Anna International Airport...

you won't be missed dear, for I'll come to you soon...

Independent?

Is it possible to love and dread a country for the same reason? I do.

I love the United States of America for it gives me the freedom to do what i want to do, without the necessity to bother the people around.

I dread it because it thinks that a 70 year old lady driving her car without anyone in the passenger seat, living alone and managing everything on her own, is an epitome of "independence".