A Bowl of Elusive

I am a little surprised at the things that are happening in the country today. Controversies are like a dime a dozen. All of us have established a set of people that we end up blaming for whatever we aren't okay with. And life goes on. In such political instability, I often ask myself questions regarding patriotism. Am I a patriot? I really don't think so. Please hear me out before you chew my head off for this statement. If we agree that Shaheed Bhagat Singh and Netaji were patriots, then we must accept that you and I are not. Our times are different from theirs and so are our motivations. I wake up every morning and the first thing I do is worry about my day. I think about how to get through the various struggles that come up due to my work. I worry about my salary, my bills, due dates, taxes and providing for my household. What I don't worry about is whether Aamir Khan’s statement is justified or not. I don't worry about whether my neighbour is a

I met her 14 years ago. I used to be a wide-eyed optimistic pre-teen back then. My grandfather was driving me to her place. I was supposed to borrow notes from her. Being 11, I had never had a girlfriend. So I kind of psyched myself up to believe that "I'll make her my girl". Positive visualization, I guess. And this was even before we actually met. Then we did. She was a girl. Looked a little older for her age, she had curly hair like mine and I'd noticed none of that back then. Because she was a girl and I was too busy trying to turn my "charm" on. God, it's been so long. Now I don't even remember where that "charm" lies. Anyway, my trick must have worked. We clicked. Even before her giggling friends inadvertently let me know that she was into me, we were spending quite a bit of time with each other. I had chalked it up to the fact that we had a lot in common in terms of background and habits. Then I found out that she lik