Morals at work again. Look who is talking.

Albeit I do not want to entertain the Indian politician in my blogspot... i cannot resist. They are the biggest bunch of atrociously hypocritic and ridiculously jobless lot. With the IPL in full swing they, the Mumbai politicos, seem to have time and enough and more of it to police morals. They are up against cheer leaders.

THey may be dressed a little too loud for the so called moral politicians, but then why do they worry about using Devnagri script, the clothes one wears, the language one uses when there is rape, looting, dacoity, bribery, killing, poverty and much more under their nose? DOes it require a skimpy clad girl to call their attention? May be if a skimpily clad girl stands with a hoarding outside a slum they might then rise to the occasion. beats me.

All you people who want to be rich and famous... here is an idea.

merrily, merrily, merrily.......

I signed an eternal bond of relationship and clutched on to the strings of life the moment I was born. I now feel the tug. Far away in a land of opportunities I wake up every night to unsounding calls. Calls of emotions.

I wonder how strong a virtual string could be. the bonds of emotion, the strings of life, the realities of realtionships... is all so ethereal. I wonder. Is it a dream? Reminds of the song I learnt as a kid.... merrily merrily merrily merrily, life is but a dream.

My blog seems to be my hidden mind. something I can never express orally, all seem to find a place here. It's not a place to vent, but a place where I think I can talk and attach my mind.

Life is running so fast and my inability to keep up to the genuine and essential necessities of life ties me down. I ran away. Ran away so far away from my bonds and emotions... that I rarely visit them. As far as I seem to run though.... they seem to encounter me with a surprise.... a surprise that reminds me merrily that Life is but a dream.

Breeding Ignorance

It amazes me to learn how fast people can pretend ignorance about oneself. I have moved to another country to reap the benifits of the opportunity available. But in any sense it did not diminish the respect I have for my country. India, the land I was born is unique - the growth, the stagnation of growth, the mushrooming population, the poverty, the richness, the culture, the education....it's all something I cherish.

My conversations with many a Indian so called 'relatives' here has only reiterated how a country can inject a catalyst of ignorance that people conviniently pretend their unawareness about a country that got them here. Has the prominent quality of being part of the 'big brother' made them so much AMerican that they dont know their neighbouring state?

This reminds me of my classmate, a very outgoing young american girl, who thought India was a land of 'Alladins" .... with snakes and elephants roaming the streets, and houses in the wilderness. She was with me at Graduate school. Beats me. I, while in India was aware of he American politics, British, the chaos in the Middle East. And so were those Indians before they moved to the dollar land. And in around 5 years time they tend to think India is where they left it.

I understand the level of convinience people are offered in the US of A. But dosent mean you go back to your small town in your country and wonder where there elevators are. It makes me roll with laughter at the exhibition of such ignorance that I get to sink my ear into. The resident aliens in the America tend to willingly brandish their ignorance about India as part of their Americanization. The avalability of such Indians is not scarce.

The growth of a country depends on its people and American while attracting and breeding the ignorant will only grow towards being an uneducated and unaware nation.

It's 2 yeas now. And my stay in Amrica (Gujju style) hasn't changed me much. I still like green chillies, peppers as I am forced to call them now, the masala dosa, the preparation of which is now a festival, the beautiful cotton tops - now a celebrated wear for a couple of summer months, people I live in Northeast USA...and the whiff of Indian food, the want to wear a kholapuri chappal in December, the craving to go out for a long walk in march and so on....is obvious.

My breakfasts are now coffee and a slice of bread and my snack a cookie. M

....one of my incomplete blogs... that i want to publish to go back in time a little.

Indian Politics.....

has now become a stage to dress down a contestant. It been lurking in my mind, but now despise its presence in the inner self and want words to decorate its wreath of anonimity in the open.

Now we see a lady candidate for president of the world's biggest democray and the opposition or the so called scandal or publicity hungry "representatives of the people" are all busy. Busier than ever to dig events and unnecessary moments to tarnish the image of the contenstant.

I am not for a person or a party, but for a more unbiased stage for election of a candidate to the post of the president of the largetst democracy. The irony, the President has to be a unbiased and neutral candiate who in real is not vested with much power to rule. hmmm all this skimmerish for what I wonder? Is the ever increasing population in the country creating a lot more publicity hungry people? I wonder. What has happend to the educated lot in the country? Or are the educated lot a part of the bigger group who like me are mere viewers of this real theater....

Friends take over

There is not a day that goes by without them. I make sure I encounter them atleast once in my conscious or unconscious day. I have just relized how much they have given me.... I refer back to them, i laugh with them, it's dinner time with them but I have kept them out of my breakfast time. Ohh an effort.

I am talking about the episodes of the "Friends"

For the lack of friends I have opted to have or what I want to think I have, "Friends seem to have paved the way. No, Rachel, Ross, Joey, Chandler and Monica have in no way made me want to believe in having more best friends... but they have filled my time. Oh yes! more than required...

the politics of emotion

Voting to choose a leader in a country is easier than voting an emotion to rule the day. I wake up hoping to have a plesant day....In a matter of minutes and with conscious minds unconscious dirt laden in my sight, my conscious morning musing takes a back seat.

So unconscious is my day about the decreeing emotion that I wait for a chance to blurt the non resilient. Phew... all this is in the mind! Boggles me. All this in a day.... and we expect ourselves to be objective? hehe