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Ones nationality is ones identity...and I am a proud INDIAN...

There is so much pride in being born in such a beautiful country like India...
Beautiful life, beautiful people, beautiful everything...
Maybe everything is not perfect about India, but then nothing in this world is perfect...

Today is Republic Day...What national pride!!
But, I am not proud of myself...

I always wanted to join the armed forces and protect my motherland...Be a dedicated son...
Make everyone proud of me...Make INDIA proud of me...

But here I am, doing nothing...
Short and stout...Will never make it to the armed forces...

Next option is to be a public servant...
I tried preparing for UPSC exams...to become a IAS, IPS, IFS officer...
But...no brains!! Only hard work is not enough to sail through these exams...

But, nevertheless, I am determined...to do something...for my motherland..
Maybe take INDIA to the next pedestal of scientific research...
Maybe...Just Maybe...
Wish me luck folks!!!

Someday India will be proud to have a son like me....
Eventhough I may not achieve what I have set out for...
But I will be proud...that I tried...

Dunno What To Say..Am Speechless!!

This has been worrying me since quite sometime now. Safety of women in India especially in metros.....

Since the past couple of years, Mumbaikars have welcomed the new year with horrific stories of molestation. Women being groped and molested by a crowd. Shameful...

These are highlighted just because some media people were there on the spot for coverage of the incidents. But, such events are not one off rare affair. These happen everyday, just that journos are not there to report them.

I was out on 31st night...with school friends...enjoying the festive atmosphere...when the discussion turned towards women...(Guys cant ever stop discussing women...can they??)...
The general sentiment among us was that we are a group of jerks...who don't have a girlfriend and hence are losers. We are born in a transition period, where all our juniors and seniors have been dating women, bedding them and enjoying life, booze and one night stands. They wanted to visit dance bars...just to see what it is, enjoy life, see everything before they die. Visit discos with women and ........ Huh!!...
I mean, seriously, is dating women and bedding them the sole purpose of life?? I was shocked by their opinion of women. These people whom I have grown up with...expressing women in such disgracing terms. And more shockingly, they felt nothings wrong with their opinion. Well, I don't mean to say that I hate these guys, these guys are my support system, my only good friends...the friends whom I have grown up with...but still...I still cant come to terms with their thinking. They seemed so desperate.

Yesterday, I was hanging with two guys from my colony...the only two friends I have here. The new year molestation incident came up. One guys opinion was of anger. Not at the mob, but at the women. According to him, women have no business hanging out after dark, coz its imperative that they will be molested. I mean how sick!! Double standard has its limits. This same guy will happily go on a long drive with his girlfriend...in the middle of the night(Although I am not sure whether his girlfriend will be game for such an outing...lol)...

Today's newspaper also carried a survey of metro cities...which states that about 70% of the population believes that women are vulnerable if they go out to discs.

What crime have women committed? Wearing revealing clothes? Boozing? Partying? Bloody everyone has a life and has every right to enjoy it as it appeals to him/her. What right do men have to mar their enjoyment? Ask the molesters, what if somebody molests his mother, sister or wife?

I don't know what to say...but the one word that comes to my mind is Disgusting...

Regarding my friends, I have an interesting observation. All the guys who express the above opinions are either commerce grads or engineering students. I have never come across a biology / medical graduate who voice the same opinion. Maybe I am just imagining things. Man...my mind is not working. I am angry. On the change. Mumbai changing to Shanghai...The mentality...still SICK!!

About Me

*Disclaimer: My writing skills are not that great and my posts will be ridden with gramatical and spelling errors...



Hmm...

Since there is nothing better to write at this moment, i thought of writing about me. Studying blogging trends(ie. some of my friends personal blogs) the favourite first posts emerges to be 'About Me'. Myself being just another face in the crowd(atleast, till date) decided to honor the trend established by better blog writers and start off -About Me...



I am a real illusion. I am someone who you will see everyday on the streets, in cafes, in trains but will never notice me. I exist, you see me, yet I dont exist. Am famously anonymous. I am simply complicated...I am one...among many.



How do I describe myself?

I can describe myself as this and that, but how far is that true? I believe that everyone has a different view of a person and hence it is just not possible to describe someone. A behaviour or a comment of mine may be percieved differently by different people. So its imperative that all of them will have a different view of me. I am thus a different person for different people without being different at all.

But all this is not true. People are defined by peculiar characteristic(s). These are percieved similarly. I will list some of mine.

I am always late for meetings. I hardly turn up for meetings.
I procastinate work.
I make every possible attempt to harrass people.
I never keep my word.
There are many more which are better not revealed.
(I do have quite a few explanations for my erratic behaviour, but those are never believed by anybody....and better it remain that way)

These are some common behaviour of mine. Most percieve them as the way I have written. Yet there is a twist. Although everyone percieves them as same, the conclusion drawn and the reactions garnered for these particular behaviour are different for different people.

Heres where I make my point. Eventhough a person may be defined by his/her characteristics, yet he/she is percieved differently by different pair of eyes. Emotions rule the roost here and physical parameters are not applicable for description. Any living being cannot be described, only felt, percieved and loved.

And concluding with an universal truth(especially for people whom I know).
Come storm, come gale, come drought, come famine .....between us...
Come fights, come tensions, come misunderstandings, come differences..... between us...
You will remain the same for ever, for me...... My love....

My First Post

Hmm..
I have created a Blog!!
Yaay!!(Clap Clap Clap)..
Now What??

Relenting into peer pressue (and supposedly coolness quotient)...I finally decided to start my own blog. Since I have no idea why should I write a blog, I am just letting my thoughts flow..

Why do people write blogs? The promt monosyllabic answer that comes to mind is self expression. Hmm...nice way to relent out your frustration...lol

Since I am relatively shy and speak my mind a lot less than often...I decided to make my voice heard here...

Someday...Somewhere...Sometime...Someone!!!