A few issues have been debated among ourselves for a long time. Its time we decide to look those issues analytically and take a side.
Its time we realize that the education system in India cannot be compared to U.S India is still a developing nation and there is left a lot to be desired in terms of how we manage our country. We are brought up as bookworms. We might not have the time to get our feet in the society and sometimes our paths might have varied from our childhood dreams. Still, It is our educations system that has brought us here (techies). Its gets us paid. So for god sake, don’t crib about it.
Its time to accept the fact that population is one of our major strengths. We are not weak because of our population. We are dictating terms due to it. Every major company now has development zones in India and products are being prioritized for our needs. Why do we celebrate diwali in San jose? Why do we play cricket in San jose? Why do we have temples all over the world?
Its time to mature. What does desi mean? How does it matter if you work with desis? . We don’t want to go to places, which are filled with Indians even though we have grown around them. We compare ourselves with every other Indian we can think of. We don’t smile at them. Its time to grow up. The fact that person has earned his rightful place in the society should be buried inside our mind. If that happens, we won’t care about what race is around us and would care about our goals.
Its time we care. The purpose of life is bigger than earning money, building houses, buyng cars and creating a wealth for family. It is to create an impact in someone else’s life. Its time to share. If we stop cribbing about how bad our country is and start contributing in a way to improve others lives, we can make an impact. We can change from being the race that cribs about life and moves on to a race that lifted an entire country.
Its time to accept that if we are not ready to put in any form of effort to improve our country in any way whatsoever, we should shut our mouths and not worry about it. It doesn’t make any sense to cry when we don’t care.
Its time to choose a side and move on!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
Like I care or do I?
Like I care or do I?
It's taken some time to identify the real me. There are times when you want to potray the real "YOU" somewhere. Read down.
What do I chase?
"Its money, nothing else". Oh common, dont go all sentimental and start saying that you are different (If you are so, take a bow). I am not talking about anyone. I am from an ordinary middle class and I want my next meal to be secure(of course, a little luxury doesnt hurt). Work place or Company doesnt matter. All I need is money and I am chasing it as fast as I can.
Will I be satisfied?
No. Hell no. Wherever I go or whatever job I do, I can always refer to my friend or if not possible, to anyone else who I think has the same qualification as me and gets a lot more money that I do. I do think that he is plain lucky to be there and I do think that it is "GOD" who has not given me my fair share of luck.
Identity what?
dude...to be Indian? Common, I have a job in the U.S and there is a huge possibility that I might get settled there. When its money, its nothing else. I dont want to be sentimental or this. You better run out of the place coz it is corrupt, dirt, people dont drive well, luxury is low, traffic is high and the administration sucks.
Will it hurt me in the future?
Truth again. It might hurt. It might hurt if I get all philosophical someday later in my life when I am retired and I dont have a job. It might hurt to look back at a life that I am not satified with (I deserved a lot more salary that what I got and could have got that if I had a slice of luck). It might hurt to look at my kids and find that they dont know my mother tongue. It might hurt if I come back to India someday and think that I had a chance to influence some people's lives there and that I have remained selfish all over (sounds like a film). It might hurt to think that if given an other chance, I would want to live this life all over in a different way.
It might hurt!!!!!
It's taken some time to identify the real me. There are times when you want to potray the real "YOU" somewhere. Read down.
What do I chase?
"Its money, nothing else". Oh common, dont go all sentimental and start saying that you are different (If you are so, take a bow). I am not talking about anyone. I am from an ordinary middle class and I want my next meal to be secure(of course, a little luxury doesnt hurt). Work place or Company doesnt matter. All I need is money and I am chasing it as fast as I can.
Will I be satisfied?
No. Hell no. Wherever I go or whatever job I do, I can always refer to my friend or if not possible, to anyone else who I think has the same qualification as me and gets a lot more money that I do. I do think that he is plain lucky to be there and I do think that it is "GOD" who has not given me my fair share of luck.
Identity what?
dude...to be Indian? Common, I have a job in the U.S and there is a huge possibility that I might get settled there. When its money, its nothing else. I dont want to be sentimental or this. You better run out of the place coz it is corrupt, dirt, people dont drive well, luxury is low, traffic is high and the administration sucks.
Will it hurt me in the future?
Truth again. It might hurt. It might hurt if I get all philosophical someday later in my life when I am retired and I dont have a job. It might hurt to look back at a life that I am not satified with (I deserved a lot more salary that what I got and could have got that if I had a slice of luck). It might hurt to look at my kids and find that they dont know my mother tongue. It might hurt if I come back to India someday and think that I had a chance to influence some people's lives there and that I have remained selfish all over (sounds like a film). It might hurt to think that if given an other chance, I would want to live this life all over in a different way.
It might hurt!!!!!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Three funny incidents
I
Monday mornings are always boring and lunch time appeared to be a distant dream. I start with gmail and orkut on Monday to make sure that no one has send me any request or e-mail just like every other week. My orkut home page carried an unusual friend request from a girl who I have no idea of with an intro message“Dai, add pannu da”….i thought she was being polite…I have never seen her in my life and I am pretty sure that my memory is not that bad :) . Apparently, she should have mistaken me for some other person. I replied back saying “wrong person”. The reply I got was “you never change Karthik. You are the same. Why don’t u accept u know me?” Something is happening…I took a look at her profile and had no clue what so ever…no clue……the next scrap was infuriating “dai…..romba pannadha…ippo add panriya illaya”……I can see anger seething thru my veins….My self-respect has been brought into question…. I had to stop this and in order to do so, I explained my life journey (where I studied and all those stuff – enna kodumai da) and she looked liked being convinced…….There was a tap on my shoulder….”Dude what are you doing?” Its my mentor standing behind…I was searching for a reason when he was peeking into my laptop …. He saved me by saying “Don’t worry dude, I start my week the same way” :) I wanted to ask “Do you get anonymous friend requests saying that they studied with you every week?” , but I had promised not to be sarcastic for that week :D .
II
Friday night dinners are always at random restaurant. There were six people sitting at the table and one loner watching them. It was a youth gang with some exceptions :)(mainly youth, but some old people too) They were making fun of each other and they were loud …… everybody could hear them……There was a conversation going on and everyone was asked about what catches their eye when they see a girl for the first time…Many people played safe saying that it would be her face……When this guy Zahul (name disguised, its on the wall thou) was about to answer, one of those witty from the group asked if it’s “Ass”….oh my god, they went berserk….those people where laughing shit crazy……the whole restaurant was watching them…..after laughing themselves out, the topic came back to zahul and everyone was looking at him (everyone in the restaurant) for an answer…….he said “Probably I look at Ass”…..the place broke down…did he just say that? Did he say what I heard…..i started laughing too…Zahul looked bamboozled….after a minute when he was enquired why he said so (still people watching)…he stood up and shouted “I said Hair style”…People laughed for that too…My god…..what a lie I thought…..
Its up to you guyz to decide who I am in this story and whether zahul said “hair style”
III
Why does it always have to be three…..three idiots, three musketeers, three mistakes of my life……probably, it looks good on the title…..lets make it three then…… I was sitting there in my relative’s house having pita chips. Their 4 year old kid was sitting right opposite and had his healthy evening snack – Butter milk pancake that has pieces of banana arranged in the form of a face (phew…so much work for a snack). His mom came to him and asked “son, tell them what they are eating” and the kid instantaneously replied “Junk!!!!! You should eat fruits”. I had to remain silent. Once his mom went out, he came asking “can I have some of those chips?” . The sarcastic devil inside me replied “you said that these are junk!! Why do you want them?” . I made the situation worse by displaying a quirky smile after that statement. The next second, the kid started crying. He was so offended that he started crying loudly (so that his mom can hear…clever fellow) and threw the banana pancake on the floor. I thought I am finished. What have I done? I have made him cry… I hate to apologize, but I had literally no option that day.....I said “dai….i take back my word…nee romba nallavan….please have this”….He would not stop..what else should I say…let me try this dialogue ”if you don’t cry, I will get you a chocolate”…he took the hersheys out from his pocket and kept it on the table. He was pretty intent on getting me some bad looks that day. Mom came running in and I vanished from that place. Lesson learnt: never be sarcastic to a kid (Tough way to learn a lesson uh?)
Hope to meet you all with some serious writing next time :)
Disclaimer : "for all those involved in the story above, the writing is purely fictitious and is no way related to any real life incident or living people...for all others......the disclaimer is only for them :)”
Monday mornings are always boring and lunch time appeared to be a distant dream. I start with gmail and orkut on Monday to make sure that no one has send me any request or e-mail just like every other week. My orkut home page carried an unusual friend request from a girl who I have no idea of with an intro message“Dai, add pannu da”….i thought she was being polite…I have never seen her in my life and I am pretty sure that my memory is not that bad :) . Apparently, she should have mistaken me for some other person. I replied back saying “wrong person”. The reply I got was “you never change Karthik. You are the same. Why don’t u accept u know me?” Something is happening…I took a look at her profile and had no clue what so ever…no clue……the next scrap was infuriating “dai…..romba pannadha…ippo add panriya illaya”……I can see anger seething thru my veins….My self-respect has been brought into question…. I had to stop this and in order to do so, I explained my life journey (where I studied and all those stuff – enna kodumai da) and she looked liked being convinced…….There was a tap on my shoulder….”Dude what are you doing?” Its my mentor standing behind…I was searching for a reason when he was peeking into my laptop …. He saved me by saying “Don’t worry dude, I start my week the same way” :) I wanted to ask “Do you get anonymous friend requests saying that they studied with you every week?” , but I had promised not to be sarcastic for that week :D .
II
Friday night dinners are always at random restaurant. There were six people sitting at the table and one loner watching them. It was a youth gang with some exceptions :)(mainly youth, but some old people too) They were making fun of each other and they were loud …… everybody could hear them……There was a conversation going on and everyone was asked about what catches their eye when they see a girl for the first time…Many people played safe saying that it would be her face……When this guy Zahul (name disguised, its on the wall thou) was about to answer, one of those witty from the group asked if it’s “Ass”….oh my god, they went berserk….those people where laughing shit crazy……the whole restaurant was watching them…..after laughing themselves out, the topic came back to zahul and everyone was looking at him (everyone in the restaurant) for an answer…….he said “Probably I look at Ass”…..the place broke down…did he just say that? Did he say what I heard…..i started laughing too…Zahul looked bamboozled….after a minute when he was enquired why he said so (still people watching)…he stood up and shouted “I said Hair style”…People laughed for that too…My god…..what a lie I thought…..
Its up to you guyz to decide who I am in this story and whether zahul said “hair style”
III
Why does it always have to be three…..three idiots, three musketeers, three mistakes of my life……probably, it looks good on the title…..lets make it three then…… I was sitting there in my relative’s house having pita chips. Their 4 year old kid was sitting right opposite and had his healthy evening snack – Butter milk pancake that has pieces of banana arranged in the form of a face (phew…so much work for a snack). His mom came to him and asked “son, tell them what they are eating” and the kid instantaneously replied “Junk!!!!! You should eat fruits”. I had to remain silent. Once his mom went out, he came asking “can I have some of those chips?” . The sarcastic devil inside me replied “you said that these are junk!! Why do you want them?” . I made the situation worse by displaying a quirky smile after that statement. The next second, the kid started crying. He was so offended that he started crying loudly (so that his mom can hear…clever fellow) and threw the banana pancake on the floor. I thought I am finished. What have I done? I have made him cry… I hate to apologize, but I had literally no option that day.....I said “dai….i take back my word…nee romba nallavan….please have this”….He would not stop..what else should I say…let me try this dialogue ”if you don’t cry, I will get you a chocolate”…he took the hersheys out from his pocket and kept it on the table. He was pretty intent on getting me some bad looks that day. Mom came running in and I vanished from that place. Lesson learnt: never be sarcastic to a kid (Tough way to learn a lesson uh?)
Hope to meet you all with some serious writing next time :)
Disclaimer : "for all those involved in the story above, the writing is purely fictitious and is no way related to any real life incident or living people...for all others......the disclaimer is only for them :)”
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
IT'S MY LIFE
Chapter 1:
It’s that same old sound I hear every time I wake up in my room in Atlanta, but there is a difference this time, I am on it. Yeah, I am driving the truck, the fire truck. I am not in U.S. It’s my home town. Where am I going? I have no idea. Following me, I find that I am on my way to my school. There is a bomb threat to my school. I am patrolling the area and making sure that everyone is safe. You should know how people react when they hear a bomb threat. Kids are no different. There was chaos throughout and I was trying to calm the crowd. All of a sudden, my left ear goes dumb. I heard a huge sound and it’s all there. What the politicians said, what the police claimed (that the city is safe) have been proved to be false and people’s worst fears have come true. There is a bomb blast in my school. I lost my nerve and started to run towards the building. I can see a kid limping, can I reach her, Will I be able to save her……. Lose control………..What…why am I hearing a song from rang de basanti while running……..Oh shit, that’s my alarm. Its 7’0 clock, wake up dude, time to run………
Chapter 2:
“What’s your future plan?” was the question asked by my friend who is working with me…..Well let me think……”I will work for two or three years and then go back to India” – this is what I told him. I got a reply I expected….”You people always say this…..Once you smell money, you will never go back”…… Why we always try to stereotype someone else? …..Why do we don’t allow people to be different. No clue…… I was about to say “ It’s hard to say this dude, but, I see you as a aimless creature brought up with the only sense of chasing money”…..
Chapter 3:
It’s all about conversations…Now the conversation is “Why a lot of Indians are settling in U.S”
Hari: “Indians are not smart. Americans are smart. There is a myth existing in this world that Indians and Chinese are smarter people as they are taking up jobs in U.S, but I would say otherwise because Indians are not smart enough to see opportunities in India”
Karthik: “Indians are not patriotic. Indians don’t have the courage. We don’t really feel that we should do something for our country. We don’t really realize the difference between the amount earned in dollars and amount earned in rupees. Rupee is always cheaper to us. We don’t hold the pride in saying that we are Indians. We always chase money and we always end up losing our culture, heritage, mother tongue and probably everything. We are shapeless”
I am not taking a side here…its upto you
Chapter 4:
I am running…This time, it’s definitely not in my dreams. I am jogging around north park at around 6 30 PM with Sony headphones plugged into my ears. It’s this song…this one song that makes me feel nostalgic….Makes me feel of the days where I would just act as if I was sleeping so that my mom will wake make up…It makes me think about the dinner that would have all the items that I love even though I have never said that I want them. I am thinking of that moment when my mom cried that I was hurt badly in the bike accident. I can never see or probably think that there will be another person in this world who will love me the way you do…..never…Missing you mom…and to everyone…Dare to stereotype........
Signing of…………….meet you soon…..
It’s that same old sound I hear every time I wake up in my room in Atlanta, but there is a difference this time, I am on it. Yeah, I am driving the truck, the fire truck. I am not in U.S. It’s my home town. Where am I going? I have no idea. Following me, I find that I am on my way to my school. There is a bomb threat to my school. I am patrolling the area and making sure that everyone is safe. You should know how people react when they hear a bomb threat. Kids are no different. There was chaos throughout and I was trying to calm the crowd. All of a sudden, my left ear goes dumb. I heard a huge sound and it’s all there. What the politicians said, what the police claimed (that the city is safe) have been proved to be false and people’s worst fears have come true. There is a bomb blast in my school. I lost my nerve and started to run towards the building. I can see a kid limping, can I reach her, Will I be able to save her……. Lose control………..What…why am I hearing a song from rang de basanti while running……..Oh shit, that’s my alarm. Its 7’0 clock, wake up dude, time to run………
Chapter 2:
“What’s your future plan?” was the question asked by my friend who is working with me…..Well let me think……”I will work for two or three years and then go back to India” – this is what I told him. I got a reply I expected….”You people always say this…..Once you smell money, you will never go back”…… Why we always try to stereotype someone else? …..Why do we don’t allow people to be different. No clue…… I was about to say “ It’s hard to say this dude, but, I see you as a aimless creature brought up with the only sense of chasing money”…..
Chapter 3:
It’s all about conversations…Now the conversation is “Why a lot of Indians are settling in U.S”
Hari: “Indians are not smart. Americans are smart. There is a myth existing in this world that Indians and Chinese are smarter people as they are taking up jobs in U.S, but I would say otherwise because Indians are not smart enough to see opportunities in India”
Karthik: “Indians are not patriotic. Indians don’t have the courage. We don’t really feel that we should do something for our country. We don’t really realize the difference between the amount earned in dollars and amount earned in rupees. Rupee is always cheaper to us. We don’t hold the pride in saying that we are Indians. We always chase money and we always end up losing our culture, heritage, mother tongue and probably everything. We are shapeless”
I am not taking a side here…its upto you
Chapter 4:
I am running…This time, it’s definitely not in my dreams. I am jogging around north park at around 6 30 PM with Sony headphones plugged into my ears. It’s this song…this one song that makes me feel nostalgic….Makes me feel of the days where I would just act as if I was sleeping so that my mom will wake make up…It makes me think about the dinner that would have all the items that I love even though I have never said that I want them. I am thinking of that moment when my mom cried that I was hurt badly in the bike accident. I can never see or probably think that there will be another person in this world who will love me the way you do…..never…Missing you mom…and to everyone…Dare to stereotype........
Signing of…………….meet you soon…..
Saturday, January 10, 2009
A tale to remember ……………………………………….
Starring : Aravind, Janesh, Karthik, Krishnan, Preethi, Sathya, Sriram and Vishnu.
Screenplay : Karthik
The spring semester has started and first week is done. Courses have been finalized and assignments have started to flow in. This is not the best time to register one of my best trips, but I want to pen it down before I forget it.
Let me start of by giving full credits to Sathya who used his credit card to rent a car based upon the driving of four people:- me, Janesh, Vishnu and of course him. We started at 10 30 in the morning on a day that was supposed to be foggy. Two cars were rented – Grand Marquis and Suzuki Reno. One resembled Contessa classic the other was a Tata Indica.
“Hit the pedal Guyz!!!!!” was the call from everyone……..No one has driven before in U.S and the fear of getting busted in the middle of the road with knees down has been haunting everyone. Still, the adrenaline rush helped us move head. The route to Panama city includes three states – Georgia, Alabama and Florida. One hour into the trip and a warning came from a senior who left before “Guyz, I just got a ticket in Alabama for over speeding!!!!!!!”. When the phone line was dead, we heard a siren somewhere when I thought someone was getting a ticket somewhere. Sathya who was sitting next to me said “machan, namma than da”. My hands started shivering. I had no idea wat to do. We pulled our vehicle to end of the lane on the highway and removed our hands from the steering. Surprise Surprise, the highway patrol just crossed us and went ahead. That was an embarrassing moment. “Veeranuku ithellam chagajam” nu sollitu e continued our journey towards the Emerald Island.
After 7 and half hours, after 4 pit stops, after some shivering moments, we finally reached the place, Splash resorts.
“Refresh yourself guyz, wwe are going out on a drive” was the call from Professor sathya.
It was not a good day to start with. We went to Club La Vela, to find out that there is literally nothing there. On the way return, It was my turn to drive Grand Marquis. Vishnu and Janesh were hitting 100mph and since the crowd was afraid, they demanded one of the safest drivers(karthik ) to get the car from them. We were driving happily on the panama city front beach road. “Vada mappilai Vala pala thopla” song was rocking in the car. I didn’t want to hear it, but, once again, I heard the siren, the alarm that frightened me off on the highway. I was driving the car at 55mph (very slow compared to 100mph) and the Florida police were right behind me. I thought that they were chasing someone in front of me, but looked up on the road to find out that there was literally no one before.
I parked the car before a Chinese restaurant and those guyz parked their’s right behind me. Its confirmed, it’s me this time. I am done. Vishnu was calm, just like me, Preethi was shivering and Krishnan’s face was a bit whitened. I stepped out of the car and spoke to him.
Office : Sir, you were riding at 55mph on a road with speed limit 35 mph
Karthik :I apologize officer
Offier : No son, it’s a crime to over speed here. Do you have a license?
Karthik : Yes sir, I do. Here’s my Indian License.
Officer : I am sorry. Does that mean that you don’t have a proper U.S license?
Karthik : Yes (The politeness was gone as I was afraid)
Officer : I am sorry. You look young to me. I think it’s a crime for you to drive here in U.S and you are arrested under the law.
Karthik : What?
Officer : Hands on your back!!!!!!!
Oh my god What have I done, I have ruined everything. I have ruined my life, I have ruined my studies, my parents will come to know of this and I am going to be ashamed. My heart beat was hitting the high scale but my face remained calm. I was handcuffed. My head started rolling and I fainted.
A flash went by and I found my hands still on the steering wheel. Contrary to my dreams, the officer accepted my Indian license, but still went on to annoy me for my passport which I had left in the hotel. After some 50 apologies, they warned me upright and I was on my Grand marquis again, but this time riding it at 30mph.
I think I have introduced only a few characters to you.
To be continued when I find time ………………………………
Next blog – How Sathya got busted, How Janesh tried to kill the jet ski trainer, How our snorkeling turned out to be waste of money and why we canoed for 3 and half hours!!!!!!!!!!
Screenplay : Karthik
The spring semester has started and first week is done. Courses have been finalized and assignments have started to flow in. This is not the best time to register one of my best trips, but I want to pen it down before I forget it.
Let me start of by giving full credits to Sathya who used his credit card to rent a car based upon the driving of four people:- me, Janesh, Vishnu and of course him. We started at 10 30 in the morning on a day that was supposed to be foggy. Two cars were rented – Grand Marquis and Suzuki Reno. One resembled Contessa classic the other was a Tata Indica.
“Hit the pedal Guyz!!!!!” was the call from everyone……..No one has driven before in U.S and the fear of getting busted in the middle of the road with knees down has been haunting everyone. Still, the adrenaline rush helped us move head. The route to Panama city includes three states – Georgia, Alabama and Florida. One hour into the trip and a warning came from a senior who left before “Guyz, I just got a ticket in Alabama for over speeding!!!!!!!”. When the phone line was dead, we heard a siren somewhere when I thought someone was getting a ticket somewhere. Sathya who was sitting next to me said “machan, namma than da”. My hands started shivering. I had no idea wat to do. We pulled our vehicle to end of the lane on the highway and removed our hands from the steering. Surprise Surprise, the highway patrol just crossed us and went ahead. That was an embarrassing moment. “Veeranuku ithellam chagajam” nu sollitu e continued our journey towards the Emerald Island.
After 7 and half hours, after 4 pit stops, after some shivering moments, we finally reached the place, Splash resorts.
“Refresh yourself guyz, wwe are going out on a drive” was the call from Professor sathya.
It was not a good day to start with. We went to Club La Vela, to find out that there is literally nothing there. On the way return, It was my turn to drive Grand Marquis. Vishnu and Janesh were hitting 100mph and since the crowd was afraid, they demanded one of the safest drivers(karthik ) to get the car from them. We were driving happily on the panama city front beach road. “Vada mappilai Vala pala thopla” song was rocking in the car. I didn’t want to hear it, but, once again, I heard the siren, the alarm that frightened me off on the highway. I was driving the car at 55mph (very slow compared to 100mph) and the Florida police were right behind me. I thought that they were chasing someone in front of me, but looked up on the road to find out that there was literally no one before.
I parked the car before a Chinese restaurant and those guyz parked their’s right behind me. Its confirmed, it’s me this time. I am done. Vishnu was calm, just like me, Preethi was shivering and Krishnan’s face was a bit whitened. I stepped out of the car and spoke to him.
Office : Sir, you were riding at 55mph on a road with speed limit 35 mph
Karthik :I apologize officer
Offier : No son, it’s a crime to over speed here. Do you have a license?
Karthik : Yes sir, I do. Here’s my Indian License.
Officer : I am sorry. Does that mean that you don’t have a proper U.S license?
Karthik : Yes (The politeness was gone as I was afraid)
Officer : I am sorry. You look young to me. I think it’s a crime for you to drive here in U.S and you are arrested under the law.
Karthik : What?
Officer : Hands on your back!!!!!!!
Oh my god What have I done, I have ruined everything. I have ruined my life, I have ruined my studies, my parents will come to know of this and I am going to be ashamed. My heart beat was hitting the high scale but my face remained calm. I was handcuffed. My head started rolling and I fainted.
A flash went by and I found my hands still on the steering wheel. Contrary to my dreams, the officer accepted my Indian license, but still went on to annoy me for my passport which I had left in the hotel. After some 50 apologies, they warned me upright and I was on my Grand marquis again, but this time riding it at 30mph.
I think I have introduced only a few characters to you.
To be continued when I find time ………………………………
Next blog – How Sathya got busted, How Janesh tried to kill the jet ski trainer, How our snorkeling turned out to be waste of money and why we canoed for 3 and half hours!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
I hate…I hate…I hate…………
It has been two months in U.S……I have read a lot of blogs which says how people are really happy about this place……. I am gonna write this in a different way, in a way that I believe conveys what I am thinking. Yeah, I am demented. The confusion started a few days after I landed....
Why?
The first thing I hate here is those insane Indians who say “This is not the way it happens in India”. They start the comparison work in two or three days after their first flight journey. Ah, how clean the city is, how kind these people are, how good the goddamn (yeah, they learnt that word in two days) college is”. Frankly Speaking, I don’t give a damn about these people. I say they are demented. I say that they are plain rats who were waiting for a chance to compare their motherland to a country where x marries y,z,w and the son of X has to choose one of Y, Z, W as their mother. I know that it is a very crappy sentence, but that’s wat these people are. One of my friends jokingly commented “Every two years, they change their car or wife, if they are not able to change their wife, they change their car”. I am not complaining about these people. You say this to them, they will be proud, coz that’s their culture. The problem with us is…Yeah, I know we are all from a country that needs a Rang de basanti to show that we need to be patriotic. The problem is, I am not like that.
India club….
This is the place that made me look more confused, out of place. The first meet of the GT India club took place on a day when no one else was in college. The admission fees is 20$ here for the club. Since it was boring to see U.S figures all through the day, I thought I will go for it. I went to the admission counter and saw two girls (don’t wanna discuss their attire, vivek comedy than gyabagathuku varuthu…”pavam veetla romba panjam pola irukku)….They looked stranged to me…Even they should have felt the same about me coz I went a few steps back to look at the board as I was confused whether I had come to the right club. After reconfirmation, I went in. Confusion took me to such a level, that I asked my senior who they are. Machan avanga ellam ABCD da nu sonnar…….Now…that’s the first abbreviation that I learned here….
ABCD – American born confused desis
I have two questions……If someone is born in U.S, how can the fuck he be a Desi, more precisely, how can he be an Indian. Why is she sitting in the India club as its co-ordinator, I think probably most Indian students who come here get confused (just like me). If you give a name to someone, they give it back…here it goes..people who come here to study are called PIGS…..Poor Indian graduate students…….What a sarcastic term to look at people who bet their lives to come here and study……
I hate …I hate …ha ha……..Enough of cringing..I am bored.., here are a few things that I love here..
Patriotism: Nobody realizes this. Americans are the most patriotic people I have ever seen. I see a lot of people who have served the army for 10 years or so and had come to studies now. You scold them, they might not mind it. Try scolding their country; you will deport the next day.
Education system: Awesome, I should say. It makes me think, It makes me sweat, It makes me work hard and It shows me what it takes to be a student here……..and yeah…it makes me cook too…..
I love everything here… The problem is that I don’t want this to be permanent.
Sorgame enralum athu namma oorai pola varumaa………………………………………………………………
Why?
The first thing I hate here is those insane Indians who say “This is not the way it happens in India”. They start the comparison work in two or three days after their first flight journey. Ah, how clean the city is, how kind these people are, how good the goddamn (yeah, they learnt that word in two days) college is”. Frankly Speaking, I don’t give a damn about these people. I say they are demented. I say that they are plain rats who were waiting for a chance to compare their motherland to a country where x marries y,z,w and the son of X has to choose one of Y, Z, W as their mother. I know that it is a very crappy sentence, but that’s wat these people are. One of my friends jokingly commented “Every two years, they change their car or wife, if they are not able to change their wife, they change their car”. I am not complaining about these people. You say this to them, they will be proud, coz that’s their culture. The problem with us is…Yeah, I know we are all from a country that needs a Rang de basanti to show that we need to be patriotic. The problem is, I am not like that.
India club….
This is the place that made me look more confused, out of place. The first meet of the GT India club took place on a day when no one else was in college. The admission fees is 20$ here for the club. Since it was boring to see U.S figures all through the day, I thought I will go for it. I went to the admission counter and saw two girls (don’t wanna discuss their attire, vivek comedy than gyabagathuku varuthu…”pavam veetla romba panjam pola irukku)….They looked stranged to me…Even they should have felt the same about me coz I went a few steps back to look at the board as I was confused whether I had come to the right club. After reconfirmation, I went in. Confusion took me to such a level, that I asked my senior who they are. Machan avanga ellam ABCD da nu sonnar…….Now…that’s the first abbreviation that I learned here….
ABCD – American born confused desis
I have two questions……If someone is born in U.S, how can the fuck he be a Desi, more precisely, how can he be an Indian. Why is she sitting in the India club as its co-ordinator, I think probably most Indian students who come here get confused (just like me). If you give a name to someone, they give it back…here it goes..people who come here to study are called PIGS…..Poor Indian graduate students…….What a sarcastic term to look at people who bet their lives to come here and study……
I hate …I hate …ha ha……..Enough of cringing..I am bored.., here are a few things that I love here..
Patriotism: Nobody realizes this. Americans are the most patriotic people I have ever seen. I see a lot of people who have served the army for 10 years or so and had come to studies now. You scold them, they might not mind it. Try scolding their country; you will deport the next day.
Education system: Awesome, I should say. It makes me think, It makes me sweat, It makes me work hard and It shows me what it takes to be a student here……..and yeah…it makes me cook too…..
I love everything here… The problem is that I don’t want this to be permanent.
Sorgame enralum athu namma oorai pola varumaa………………………………………………………………
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
A mail from bala.....................
This is what i got from bala....it was really good and deserved to be here........
A thought that's accepted,
An idea that gets materialized,
A spark that ignites,
A joke that's passed on,
A moment that's cherished,
A day that's remembered,
like
the life that touches others'
is the one that stays on.
May this be the day that's remembered,
for YOUR life that touches so many.
Happy Birthday !!!
A thought that's accepted,
An idea that gets materialized,
A spark that ignites,
A joke that's passed on,
A moment that's cherished,
A day that's remembered,
like
the life that touches others'
is the one that stays on.
May this be the day that's remembered,
for YOUR life that touches so many.
Happy Birthday !!!
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