My India!!

Warning: This is a rant. Hey, it's my blog and I'll rant if I want to.

I'm tired of people dissing India. Constantly. Oh Indian politicians suck. Indian roads suck. Indian behavior sucks. And let me tell you, hypocrisy sucks.

If you are going to sit in your nice comfortable well-furnished apartment in London or New York City or wherever and continue complaining about how "you just can't spend more than two weeks in India because the pollution and lack of cleanliness is getting to you", this is what I have to say "Don't Come!!". We didn't invite you in the first place.

I don't get it. I understand India is dirty, its even downright filthy in places. But let me tell you, Indians want it to be clean too. With 50 people on an average using a hospital restroom in ONE HOUR, vs 1.5 people in 2 hours in the US, yes, the restrooms are going to be dirtier.

And please don't even for a single moment imagine that you are "in touch" with India just because you read The Hindu online version and watch NDTV and Sun TV. You're not. If you don't live in India, you're not in touch with the country. And you're definitely not helping.

So stop with the complaining because your white shirt got a little yellow because the water in India is so bad. Or you got a little bit of Delhi Belly eating from the five star restaurant. Or that train travel "just isn't what it used to be when we were growing up". Stop the pretense. You left India because you wanted to - not to make India proud or to give back to India. You wanted a better life for yourself, which is exactly how it should be. So don't start pretending now.

As I said, it's a rant. One more thing - if you don't like it, don't come. I think those who live here are trying to do the best we can to make India better, and we don't need you to come here just to tell us how bad it is.

Thanks.

The Obscurities Of Change

Everything is so close. down the road or down the street. and no one makes choices. no one wants change because change means sadness. and sadness means disappointment. and disappointment means expectations that weren’t met. people live so that sadness doesn’t touch them, grief doesn’t hit them, and fear doesn’t push them. but instead, the sadness taunts them, the grief worries them, and the fear kills them. no, living isn’t overrated, but the subject is delicate. at this point, everyone stops trying to be someone they can’t be. stop trying to impress no one that matters. stop trying to be someone they aren’t. everyone is different and everyone has expectations that can’t be met. some of us can’t deal with it. speaking of the general subject, life is already planned. someone already knows what happens. there is no changing it. there is no getting rid of the past. the past. everyone is the same in a way. we all avoid what we are afraid of. run away from the things that scare us. think about the past and let it haunt us for a little while. turn away from the people that love us, and try to love the people that hate us. never tell the truth to anyone because no one believes you, anyway. talking doesn’t help, because it leads to shouting. it leads to arguments that should have never been started from someone you wish you had never met, when at the time, you could have sworn it was the time of your life. then everyone is screaming and all of a sudden the world is passing you by, in a swirling mass of confusion and hate, love and anger. no one can help, because no one understands and the people that do are too afraid to speak up. home is not where the heart is, because the heart is distant, and the mind is wandering. the life that was inevitable has begun.

Sometimes it’s one call, and sometimes its one word. sometimes it’s one person who you thought you could trust. and all the time, it doesn’t end well. at this moment, everyone is distant. you’re walking around, lost to the world, staring at the sky, wondering why life is pushing you the wrong way. wondering what’s wrong, and why trying to fix it is like doing nothing. shivering from the fear and worry, choking from the breath that may be your last. remembering how everyone hurt you, and how no one cared. walking down the stone path of memories, wishing you could stand the hurt thrust upon you from above. no one is shouting anymore. everyone stares down at the table because no one knows what to say. the tension is heavy, drowning us. some of us are swimming, and some of us are trying to. a clear sphere drops with a splish on the table and everyone slowly looks up. and we really are drowning. the skid of the chairs on linoleum, the confusion in your eyes, and the fear in mine. the hurt in hers. head in hands, darkness the only escape. this time, everyone is lost. we remember how everything happened, what used to be that no one would ever try to bring back. forgetting memories because all they do is make everything worse. remembering yesterday, because that is the only thing left to hold on to. quiet glances in the hallways, secrets passed through pupils. learning from last time, no words are spoken. because words mean another argument, and another argument won’t do anyone any good today. splitting ways, torn apart. ripped pages, broken lives. no more pretending.

To Dwell and Dead Dreams!!

A wise man once said it does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live. But what if your dreams are when you are the happiest? When misery and pain are your only companions when you are conscious, and in the dream is when you are truly alive.... Our dreams are, but our sub concious reflecting our deepest desires and the desperate cravings in your heart. And what if it is only in your dreams can you have that. Reality takes away what your heart craves. Its is your dream that gives it to you. It lets you hope, that one day even that will come true. I live in my dreams.... I live everyday a life time, in them... i live in them where my deepest darkest and most desperate of desires come alive. I am with the person i love, with the all my fantasy's taking shape. I feel complete in them. It leaves a shallow feeling when i wake up but nonetheless, i feel one day these dreams will not be only dreams but will one day come true. I will be alive in the world, in reality, and i will be happy once more. I believe that one day what i once lost will come find me and  i will be complete again. Till then my dreams shall be my elixir of life, keeping my will and hopes alive.