Me? Indian

Indians are unique. Maybe unique is an understatement; maybe we are special.

You see, there are very few others in this world who have such exposure to diverse communities as we do. We, specially as teenagers, get to live in an open community all day and get back to our usually conservative families at night. Some may think that this is beautiful. But diversity can be a dangerous thing.

Diversity is worth the title only when members of each faction proudly live up to what they have been taught to be right. If feeble minds mix it all up, the convoluted mess that is created is just plain disgusting. Originality is lost and without it, diversity is just a sludge.

Each one of us is a product of years of history. There is a lot more that went into making us the way we are than meets the eye. Every tiny incident in India's glorious and at times tainted past resulted in us being who we are today. That I believe is something to be proud of.

I was personally, happy when Madras became Chennai. I like it when some one who talks very good English pronounces words from their language the way they are meant to be. I like it when people are proud to be who they are and do their roots justice.

I think that respect for their own cultures makes people of other nations proud to be them. The way of life that the television dictates to us is the culture and tradition of some other land. We follow it because the ones we see on TV love it. Maybe if we loved being us just as much as they loved being them, they'd decide to be us in a heart beat.

It disgusts me to watch people listen to music and dream of things that they cannot relate to.

It hurts me to think that I cannot converse in any Indian language as well as I can in English. Makes me question who I am. Makes me ask myself if I am a wanna-be.

I want to see the World. I want to be in all the places that I have been shown or have been told about. I want to see all the good things in the world. But, I like to think that when i become old and withered, I'll see my 100% Indian grandfather when I look at myself in the mirror. That who I will die as was decided with my birth. I want my kid to dump me 6 feet under Indian Soil.

I don't want this post to bring out the Indian in you. If 20 or so years of being you couldn't make you appreciate you, a few of my lousy words will not and it will be foolish of me to hope for them to.

However, if you think this could make sense, look around at the mess we have made of ourselves.

Love what you truly believe is good, not what you've been made to think is nice..

as good as new :D

after spending four years in an evergrowing concrete jungle thats spread over a few acres, you feel like you know the place like the back of your hand. like you've been there and done that. then when someone reveals to you a whole new world of possibilities, you feel so.. small..

that is close to how i feel now.

our perspective of the world is always imperfect. makes me doubt if there is anything such as a perfect perspective.

sometimes, we see the world flying past us in a daze; and at other times, the world is as stagnant as an inanimate round of bullets floating in thin air like in a matrix movie.

in either case, the world seems to revolve around us.

college life is very interesting. it is like winter nights sleep in a cold house located on an hill station under a very thick blanket. you have to curl up and twist around in your struggle to keep yourself warm. when u finally find that warm cozy spot, you stay there.

much later at night, when u toss n turn a bit, you end up in the cold part of the bed and as a result, wake up.

the blanket and warmth is like the time and people you meet in college. you toss and turn until you find that really amazing cozy spot; and if you decide to be adventurous and explore new spots, all the sleep suddenly vanishes and you spend the rest of the night cursing yourself.

later, at mid morning, the bed seems like the best place to be in. warm and comfy.

heh.. 3 years down n techians can still surprise me :D

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost