Being Indian

Lately I've become very intolerant of long, preachy, highly introspective and philosophical and 'artistic' writings and therefore I want to make this short and crisp.
Here I am living in the UK, trying to fulfill my destiny, if ever there were such a thing. And the one thing this foreign land has helped me discover about myself, is my pride in my land, in it's history and heritage, in my upbringing, the traditional family ties, in the Indian education system, in the chaotic traffic on potholed roads, in the mouth watering-tear inducing-lips burning sort of spicy food and even in our climate (We have something called the sun. (a rare sight in England!)) and also very specially in my skin tone (its hot just like our climate!).

I take pride especially, in the Indian call centres and their ability to serve customers in countries and situations far removed from our own. And I wish people were a bit more tolerant and mindful of the fact that it is a stressful job and the person on the other end of the phone is trying their very hardest to be of help. Anyway, I digress.

Point is I love being Indian. Not in a 'We're so superior than the rest of you sort of way' but more like I just don't want to be born as anyone else sort of a way.

P.S: I do wish we could freely travel around Europe and not have to get an expensive visa each time. Oh well. One can't have everything.

God's ways

I am finally done with my Masters in multi-media journalism. I have handed in the last marked assignment.

And with impeccable timing, my computer crashed the very next day and with it obviously the entire year's work. Luckily, the hard drive died on me exactly one month prior to the expiry of its warranty.
Yet another demonstration of the Lord's incredible timing and His amazing ways.

All in good time.
All in good time.

Praise be the Lord!

Summer love

Short and sweet.
Blissful.
Invigorating.
Thrilling.
Hassle-free

And yet its over.
Soon.
Too soon.

Why cant life be one long, beautiful, glorious summer?