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………………………………………………………………