A Bowl of Elusive

My views and ideas about the american culture are mostly derived from the movies & television shows that I watch. Hence, I might be mistaken. But it feels like a majority of foreigners (americans, englishmen, etc) prefer to get employed in their hometowns, unless of course, if they are enlisted. The scenario here in India is different. As an Indian, you will find yourself moving away from your family and hometown at a certain age. Usually it is to pursue higher education, which is fine. But then, you get a job, and almost all the time, your job keeps you away from your family. As youngsters in a capitalist, ambition-oriented society, we don’t mind this in the beginning. New job, incentives and perks, we are happy to make our lives all about that. Until that longing, the one that is the epicentre of the family unit, sets in. You start missing the people you grew up with and your home. Again, I’d have to draw your attention to another difference between our culture a...

For a major part of my life, my family history has haunted me. Its a sad history…you know, the usual: Abandoned by mum at the age of three, father died when I was ten, brought up by old grandparents. Its a sad story and I have lived in its shadow for so long. But not any more. Its funny growing up. Things change. My history was forgotten as soon as I got a job and started fending for myself. Now I am identified by what I do. And all the old things are forgotten. And its a good thing. Coz now I can confess that being an orphan came with its perks. I mean the sympathy that I used to get when I was younger was just tremendous. And like all manipulative teens, I used it to my advantage several times, be it with teachers or girls! Seriously, the sob story got me my first two girlfriends!!! But the story has been retired now. And it seemed fair to bid it adieu formally with this blog! Goodbye, SAD PAST !!!