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Somehow I wonder how growing up urges us to become more of a diplomat

Hema and Kaushik

The second chapter of "Unaccustomed Earth" Hema and Kaushik..is a stirring experience...
every moment of reading it made me realize myself in a greater divinity and experience that a writer can transcend into an ephemeral beauty that is so serene and untouched...
every bit I read I fell in love with Kaushik and every bit I realized I could relate to him and also how I felt like Hema for him..
How every incidents in our life affects the lives we live, it is almost like an island stricken by earthquake or cracked open by dormant volcano which never gets free from the marks left behind by these events, so is life after small bits of incidents it gets derailed and never gets on track...
it's a must read..

The roads..

Once my best friend gave me a card on my brithday saying "may you have a day filled of ordinary miracles" I always had those words engraved in my soul..more life drifted me away from what I wanted to become soulfully these words gave me some ordinary miracle to be naive and live life again..
I wish I could share the joy of going through the inner roads with the ones I dearly love..some who are attached to me like the branches of life,some who are my roots but whom I have left and have up come freely to touch the sky and some whom I dropped off as withered pieces of leaves..
Whatever may they have been and wherever physiologically located I always want to share the joy of traveling untraveled paths..
Its a pleasure to be given a sense of independence such that you spread your arms and feel the breeze below it..so I drove with my self earned liberty and vested independence thorough he roads of my neighborhood.
Yesterday I took a lane I had never dared to go..the houses by the sides the warm backyards the window sill and moreover the twisting turning roads leading to someplace I may have never known some folks I have never set my eyes on and some wonderland beyond my reach...
It was bit scary to go to someplace unknown the traffic you would never guess and the adventures you may never smell..so was it..I went and I saw..it was wonderful as if I opened myself into a place far from reality..and then I turned and came back through the roads I knew would lead me to the place I belong..
I am glad we all try to always travel through the unknown tracks and lead us into some wonderland that makes homecoming far more eclectic.

The Babysitters

It was around 10.30 a.m, Newark airport was teeming and anxiously waiting for the arrival of flight AI-191 from Chennai via Frankfurt.
I was waiting for my bag of emotions to arrive too..my brother and with him my ties to my homeland..
while waiting being the curious observer and thinker I am..I looked around..
The waiting area was bountiful with life..and the promise of life..
in my life I have never seen such huge crowd of pregnant woman all in one room..
I was wondering what could the reason be?...
then the flight arrived and out came the burst of elderly people..who were very wholeheartedly greeted by waiting people...
most of whom were pregnant waiting with their better halves...most of them seem to be the in laws of the woman..I have always heard the international cold war that goes between a daughter in law and the mother in law,but now I saw a very different aspect ..
there was love..there was so much of acceptance...so much of compassion I remembered the opening scene of Love Actually..Airport arrival and departure are areas that show that there is love all around..
but I questioned my self..is this love..or is this the growing beneficial culture parents as baby sitters?
I will wonder always..people who wait for years giving excuses or not even thinking of getting their parents to enjoy the country they are enjoying all of a sudden find it so conducive to do so?
do the parents realize or are they so blindfolded by the emotions that to them beggars are not choosers...

Beauty within

They always say in advertisement for matrimonial..Fair extremely good looking brides wanted..I always thought people who are not fair must feel discriminated..and the fact is they do...
As an Indian when I stepped out into an international world..with that kind of color oriented sunglasses I always thought I fell or the darker ones fell in a bottom dwelling hierarchy dominated by the beautiful ones who undoubtedly are the fair one...
THIS MUST CHANGE,
we don't realize how by this attitude we are carving the mind of our kids, our next generation and portraying ourselves to the world.
The worst part is education also does not wipe this grease away..it boosts the ego of being fair it feeds the pompousness of being beautiful.
beauty is not a asset you have earned its something you have been given by default..
what makes a human human is what he makes of the piece of flesh and blood and emotion given to him in the course of time..