Living My Dream...

Sitting in a metro, passing through suburbs, lots of people around and I dont know when I went in a flashback...

The metro was racing through the underground tunnel when I was all aware of the crowd and when the sun shone I had drowned in thoughts...

It was 7th of August. I woke up as early as I could. "This is the day!" I told myself. "This is what I have been waiting for since a long time now". I wore an ear-to-ear smile the whole day. There was a chaos at my place.People had already arrived. I knew it was big for them especially after what my image had been all these years. Never-ending backlogs, drop-outs had all suggested I would be a perfect example of talent unused, wasted. But today, all that has changed. I am leaving for United States.

While leaving for check-in, I took a glimpse back, waved at everyone knowing I wouldnt see them for quite some time now. Their eyes shone with lucks and wishes telling me "Dont throw this away.Take care and do well!!!" With a glut in throat and chest filled with pride I disappeared.Wearing a dapper jacket and jean, I felt like a celebrity. I have always loved the classy stuff and thats what I was being.Through the journey, I was reading the letters my friends wrote to me, Greeting cards enclosed with photographs, and heartfelt wishes. I was thinking I would do this, I would do that and I had covered 12875km even before I was done my do's.

Travelling to MY APARTMENT,MY HOUSE, I dint feel as if I was in THE STATES. Same roads, Same trees but, the sky was different. It was perfect blue with preen white clouds scattered; Something, that we always see in movies...

Thinking about sky, I started looking at it and started wondering again, " Why is it more beautiful here?" The revisit was over. I was in sunlight. Travelling in a metro, visiting some suburb, lots of NEW people around...

and proudly smiling, '' LIVING MY DREAM!"

India undivided

Its 16th august, 2008 and I am in Boston, USA. For the first time in 23 years, I celebrated our Indepandance Day in the capital. But unfortunately, not in India but in US of A. I had never felt so patrotic ever before. I dint attend the flag hoisting ceremony because I was pretty busy with my oacking and shopping gift for my sister,who is in Boston, for Rakhi; but I did understand the power behind "Proud to be an Indian" for the first time. Not that I hated India but you always understand one's importance when you are away from them.

Due to differences in the time zone, India saw the Sun of 15th August before USA did. Thanks to my friend, i realised India will always be ahead of USA in time. I challenge anybody who could change that. I would lose a million dollars.Ooops!!! I mean rupees. Although its only time, but its such a great feeling. "AHEAD IN TIME!!! " Woooow....Its so nice to hear and imagine.

Going a bit off topic. If you go to college in your own city, you tend to ask your colleagues, which part of the city they are from in a hope to find somebody from your own locality. If you go to a college in education town, you tend to ask which part of the country they are from to check out if they are from your city. Here we tend to ask "Are you from India?" and you get a broad smile when u get a reply in affirmative. Indians here take India as a whole. they dont distinguish each others as North Indians, South Indians or Mumbaite, Delhite. You are just plain simple......INDIAN!!! And thats a great feeling. INDIA UNDIVIDED!!!

Going a bit more off topic... The Papparazzi and the media in India keep on cribbing about smallest of things. Rats death is a breaking news. There is so much negative about our own selves that you watch as soon as you turn on the television. Not that the media here is easy on people but you dont constantly hear bad about India. So, you feel more proud to be an Indian...

Here all the Indians have two lives. One is the American and other is that of an Indian. Usually American life tends to takeover Indian lifestyle, but they deep in their heart regret about it and that shows how much ever American or western you become, You'll always be an Indian...You might drive out your relatives out or ignore them but they will definitely stop by to hold an old person who slipped by...I hope you get my point...Same with the accent.They might get an American accent but they still speak their mother tongue as clearly as they always did. They still teach their children the same values they received...

I do miss India very much; more so every afternoon which is when I used to have Vada Pavs everyday. I miss my dad the most. and everybody I knew...

Thank you notes

This is a list of people whom I want to thank publicly.i will keep on updating this from time to time.

1.Dad: For everything
2.Pooja Krunal: for all the support they have given me and for letting me off for my umpteen mistakes.
3.Parin: For being the best brother one could ever have.
4.All my masi's, masa's, mama's, mami's: For being rock solid support to my dad and me...
5.All my cousins: for...ummmm...aise hi!!!
6.Kartik, Shree, Richa, Twinkle, Sunny, Prachi, Kinjal, Riddhi {zyaada bol so that people dont remeber you at the very end}: for being my best buddies.
7.Samruddhi: for her brilliant rose sunflower logic.