Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
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...
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...
Monday, October 02, 2006
A salute to the Mahatma on his 137th birthday
To the humblest soul ever to have graced this planet...
...it so happens that this is the 100th post on this blog. it couldn't have been better. Jai Hind!
...it so happens that this is the 100th post on this blog. it couldn't have been better. Jai Hind!
Sunday, October 01, 2006
World Elders Day
October 1st is(was almost, where i live) World Elders Day. I take this opportunity to remember and thank all the elders who were instrumental in making me what i am today. My parents, my grandparents, my relatives, my "elder" friends, my teachers and countless people from history, some of whom lived ages before i was even born were all in one way or the other responsible for my growth and prosperity. Without them, i'll be nothing today...
Monday, September 11, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
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".
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".
Sunday, August 27, 2006
A short story-7
A Dramatical Trauma
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"Wassup Priya?", Raj was surprised to see Priya calling his number. She hadn't called in over a month and hadn't even bothered to answer his text messages. The frequency of calls was getting lesser and lesser ever since she got married.
"Raj. Can we meet at 6pm, my place?", she uttered as fastly as she could.
"Sure. I'll be there", said Raj.
She was relieved to hear the answer she was so sure of hearing. "Raj is so predictable and yet so complex", she thought. That's what attracts all the girls towards him and makes him an intimate and a trustworthy guy to rely on, for just about anything. She was thankful that her husband was not at home. "He will not understand. He's insensitive to my feelings".
The time in between was so boring, like watching the all-too-familiar advertisements on TV over and over, but the curiosity to know if things will go the way she wanted them to, definitely made it interesting and made her sweat a bit...whatever happens after the clock strikes six will make or break the way she looks at Raj in the future. It was a very important moment and she was glued to the couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring.
After what seemed to be an eternity, it was 6pm finally...
"Come in Raj", Priya greeted him. Raj could tell immediately that she had been crying for hours now.
"What's the matter Priya?"
She burst into tears immediately after hearing him say those words...it was all too dramatic and unbelievable.
"Rahul's a jerk, Raj. My marriage is in danger. He wants to get divorced from me", she hugged Raj.
He tried to console her. He so badly wanted to say, "I warned you", but refrained. He smiled emphatically, feeling proud of his judgement, completely indifferent to the pain Priya was going through. He did not say it, but "I told you so" was written all over his face. Priya could not see his face obviously. She felt she was being genuinely comforted and cried even more, enough water coming out of her eyes to fill a bucket.
Swetha could not take this any more. She did not realise that she had been crying too, watching Priya's anguish. She shouted at the top of her voice, "Get off of him, you idiot. Raj's a bigger jerk than Rahul. Don't you see it? Are you a moron? Get off of him or I'll..."
"Break the remote control one more time?", Swetha's husband, who's entry into the house a minute ago went unnoticed, completed the sentence, as a matter of fact.
"There it is, his insensitivity towards my feelings in full flow...", Swetha thought.
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"Wassup Priya?", Raj was surprised to see Priya calling his number. She hadn't called in over a month and hadn't even bothered to answer his text messages. The frequency of calls was getting lesser and lesser ever since she got married.
"Raj. Can we meet at 6pm, my place?", she uttered as fastly as she could.
"Sure. I'll be there", said Raj.
She was relieved to hear the answer she was so sure of hearing. "Raj is so predictable and yet so complex", she thought. That's what attracts all the girls towards him and makes him an intimate and a trustworthy guy to rely on, for just about anything. She was thankful that her husband was not at home. "He will not understand. He's insensitive to my feelings".
The time in between was so boring, like watching the all-too-familiar advertisements on TV over and over, but the curiosity to know if things will go the way she wanted them to, definitely made it interesting and made her sweat a bit...whatever happens after the clock strikes six will make or break the way she looks at Raj in the future. It was a very important moment and she was glued to the couch, waiting for the doorbell to ring.
After what seemed to be an eternity, it was 6pm finally...
"Come in Raj", Priya greeted him. Raj could tell immediately that she had been crying for hours now.
"What's the matter Priya?"
She burst into tears immediately after hearing him say those words...it was all too dramatic and unbelievable.
"Rahul's a jerk, Raj. My marriage is in danger. He wants to get divorced from me", she hugged Raj.
He tried to console her. He so badly wanted to say, "I warned you", but refrained. He smiled emphatically, feeling proud of his judgement, completely indifferent to the pain Priya was going through. He did not say it, but "I told you so" was written all over his face. Priya could not see his face obviously. She felt she was being genuinely comforted and cried even more, enough water coming out of her eyes to fill a bucket.
Swetha could not take this any more. She did not realise that she had been crying too, watching Priya's anguish. She shouted at the top of her voice, "Get off of him, you idiot. Raj's a bigger jerk than Rahul. Don't you see it? Are you a moron? Get off of him or I'll..."
"Break the remote control one more time?", Swetha's husband, who's entry into the house a minute ago went unnoticed, completed the sentence, as a matter of fact.
"There it is, his insensitivity towards my feelings in full flow...", Swetha thought.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Monday, August 14, 2006
Miscellaneous...
Finished reading The Fountainhead at last. I had finished reading half the book about 8 months back, and finished the remainder during the last month. The book was good in parts, but it was not to my liking overall. The way Rand has presented the complexities and simplicities in the different relationships is enjoyable for its poetic beauty...it's certainly a fantasy world that she' writing about. She gets carried away a lot of times. She wants a man who earns $40 a week to get more benefits than a man earning $15 a week, completely ignoring the circumstances which lead to him earning whatever he earns. She tries to justify it with her potrayal of Wynand, which is but a one-in-a-million exception. When you dont have bread, you wont have the motivation to do anything, is my belief. There's nothing wrong about Roark. He's adorable. But Rand is not. To make Roark a hero, she makes everyone a villain. Toohey is useless anyways. But the whole world is not full of Tooheys. There are people who live for the world sacrificing everything. They dont bother being Rand's first handers even if they can be one, and they dont need say that. Overall, a confused book by a confused lady. it's byebye Rand anyways.
Watched Kabhi Alvida Na Kehnaa. What a movie. Loved every bit of it. Very very real story. Comedy was good although A-rated occasionally. Amitabh was superb. SRK was amazing as usual. Bollywood seems to be improving. But then, Karan Johar has always been good.
Nothing much happening otherwise. Went to Huntington beach once. went to la jolla shores a couple of times. watched a lot of new-release English movies. Watched 23-aam Pulikesi. was refreshing. Vadivelu was very good. a must-watch. work's good. san diego's getting a bit colder, hovering in the low 80s mostly. playing a lot of tennis. yet to resume playing cricket. might start playing in the near future. Looking forward to Sachin's return in Srilanka(whether or not SA pulls out). Reading Darwin's Origin Of Species. Pretty boring so far. I hope it gets interesting soon enough. One of my friends is visiting San Diego in September. Will be seeing him after three and a half years.
Life's good. Looking forward to the future...
Watched Kabhi Alvida Na Kehnaa. What a movie. Loved every bit of it. Very very real story. Comedy was good although A-rated occasionally. Amitabh was superb. SRK was amazing as usual. Bollywood seems to be improving. But then, Karan Johar has always been good.
Nothing much happening otherwise. Went to Huntington beach once. went to la jolla shores a couple of times. watched a lot of new-release English movies. Watched 23-aam Pulikesi. was refreshing. Vadivelu was very good. a must-watch. work's good. san diego's getting a bit colder, hovering in the low 80s mostly. playing a lot of tennis. yet to resume playing cricket. might start playing in the near future. Looking forward to Sachin's return in Srilanka(whether or not SA pulls out). Reading Darwin's Origin Of Species. Pretty boring so far. I hope it gets interesting soon enough. One of my friends is visiting San Diego in September. Will be seeing him after three and a half years.
Life's good. Looking forward to the future...
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
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