Mumbai and Kochi and the rest of India's shame

Well the new year was gr8 for me and my friends, when we celebrated the new year at our apartment...

Not so for a few women who were visiting India for new year's... I have a few American friends here who are visiting India for new year's, and I was kinda waiting for them to come back so that I could ask them about how they found out my country!

But after watching the news about a few foreigners being molested in Mumbai and Kochi (apart from many other instances which were not even reported i guess), I am left with shame and no words to ask my friends about... The Swedish being interviewed in Kochi was kinda right when he actually deplored the whole country for the doing of a silly uncouth 17 year old. I am sorry, Our visitors... Next time I meet any foreigner who knows abt this incident, I would be categorised with that molester...

I think the stuff we hear about the gap between the 'haves' and 'have nots' in India is actually right there in front of us. The better offs, which are mostly the cream of the country, go out and market India. I am filled with some kinda pride when I see the Incredible India ad on Chicago Airport. But when these foreigners land in India, they are exposed to these 'have nots' created by us the 'haves' (maybe by not paying our taxes, by being greedy, or simply by not caring about them). When they do a wrong thing, it becomes a shame on all of us.

And as India becomes more of a global destination, more of this will come to fore. The dirty underbelly of India will rub more with the rest of the world. If we are to be the next great thing, we must take up our responsibility and do our part in rectifying these follies.

I remember the 'each one teach five' campaign poster in my school, which was kinda vetoed by all students, since they had to study for their final exams! Lets actually start volunteering to teach at say CRY institutions, or orphanges. Our if the school fees for our maids' kids is a petty 300 rupees a month, maybe we can start funding that, or at least pool it.

I am gonna start participating in the ASHA foundation here, that collects funds for supporting students in India. If we have to pull our 1 billiion strong country out of the mess, we gotta start now.

Schizophrenico-hallucinato-totallyjoblesso-dyselixcosis ...

Yah i think that's what comes closest to what I have been suffering from ever since I was 5 years old... And why alluva sudden am I writing about this? Bingo! another proof that I have that disorder. ( I should call up my 10 std maths teacher to tell him that I can finally prove theorems :D ).

My first memory of that is when my unassuming mom sent me to the next door grocery store in Pradeep Market to get some sugar ( Umm i guess it was sugar, coz it cannot be what I think it was). Well, on the way I saw this scooter, pale green in color, which was I think a Bajaj Priya. Since obviously the color was very amusing, and it reminded me of an Italian movie I had seen then, I thought how an Italian would speak while riding his scooter in Italy... what if he actually hit an American while riding, and they get into a fight? and in this, one of my classmates (Montu Sharma) gets involved, and the Italian and American then end up beating the shit out of Montu. Yah! that way he will not find time to study and then I will come first in the class! yahoo! then I will get a prize in the school day celebration... :( till now I have only participated in school day in the group songs.. so totally not cool ... Then when the principal would call me on to stage I can maybe kiss the school head girl! she is sooo pretty, and then even mom will not scold me for kissing her, coz I came first in the class! :D... then mom will send me to Pradeep Market to get that big box of crackers that I have always wanted to burst alllll by myself!! :D ....

umm wait... where am I? that's when I realized that I had walked almost 1.5 kilometers and had left Pradeep Market almost 1.3 kms behind! I was very sad that I was back to square one and will not get to kiss the head girl, that I thought I almost had.. sigh...



Standard 10th. I was sent to my room to study Geography.(yawnnnn...) . anyways I open the book and begin to read.. I was looking at the map of India, and suddenly I looked at Bihar... Its structure looked like a side profile of a woman, with a pretty stylish boy cut hair style. umm something like that of my principal who was to give me the prize when I was to come first in my class... I imagined this face turning towards me and that it was the most pretty face I would have ever seen... what I saw is still etched in my head very clearly, but the trouble began after that. All I could remember from that learning session was that face. The next day in the Geography class, my lecturer walks in. Although I am very sure I am straight, and especially my lecturer was not even in my wildest imagination, someone I could fancy, but as soon as he walked in, that pretty face replaced his umm rather, umm not-so-pretty-masculine-with-moustache face... I don't remember anything from that class... all through that class all I did was doing a lot of rather interesting things with that face .. all around some park...


Its very dark in the night in a jungle, and there are dark clouds all over the sky. A storm is impending, the tress are all dry and most of them dead. An old black crow is squeaking somewhere near. From somewhere, an innocent young girl draped in a tattered shawl is slowly, aimlessly walking through this forest. She has very recently been hurt in love. She is walking and wandering... The sky begins to thunder and lightning strikes into the forest dangerously close to her... but she doesn't notice... A creepy shadow is following her closely. But she doesn't notice.. she is just walking and wandering. Lost in her own thoughts...

This is picture I got in my head when I listened to the song 'Dil cheez hai kya jaana' by Bally Sagoo. Do this. Click on the link below and listen to this song, with ur eyes closed...

Link Click here!!

Now you would agree with me on either that my imagination is right, or that I have that above mentioned disorder that i don't wanna type again...

Hence Proved :D (Yahoo! Thankachhan Sir! R u listening :D ?)


psst: okay I suck at creating a horror movie scene, but in my head, it sure looks creepy :D