Proud to be an Indian?

On Independence day, Republic day I find all my Indian friends post patriotic messages to indicate that they are proud to be Indians. And when I looked at these messages and videos I thought these people in spite of living away from our country they all are still very proud to belong to my country.
But yesterday there was a weird thing that I experienced. After this incident all my thoughts about patriotism have gone upside down or let me be little polite and say that my beliefs are little shaky. It was freezing and drizzling and I was waiting for bus number 35 to get back to my apartment where cooking task was awaiting my arrival. Then I could see the bus approaching me. As the temperature was 6 degree centigrade the bus arrival made me feel similar as a hungry person who hears to the bell rung by a pizza delivery boy. I entered the bus and felt warm. As I got back to normal from shivering state, I noticed a group of Indian guys in front of me. They were conversing in Hindi. They were loud enough for the entire bus to hear them. There was one guy in the group who spoke 75% in the conversation and had an unusual accent. Most of the time the others just nodded their heads in agreement to him. The topic of their conversation was the reason for me to compile this blog. They were discussing the ways to get PR in United States. The guy with the unusual accent was giving lot of simple ideas. One of his ideas was to get married and have babies in US. According to the law, the newly born baby will be the citizen of US and parents have to stay in US to take care of the baby for certain number of years. After spending those years the parents will have a very high probability of getting the PR. By their conversation I could infer that they were desperate to be the citizens of US. If you look closely most of the people who are working or studying here have the same intention. There are exceptions everywhere and that is the reason I used the word “more” and not “all”.
The only motto of coming here is to stay here forever. Be American in every way possible, adapt to their food, culture, ethnicity etc. How can these people claim themselves to be proud Indians? , When they are ready and willing to change their nationality, citizenship, culture, belief, their root. It just proves that they are not faithful to their country. They are changing their identity and breaking all relationship with their country and establishing a new relationship with a new country. It is equivalent to changing the parents. My point is why people wear patriotism mask. They can always frankly accept the reality.

My experiments with two wheels

Very unusual to hear a 25 year old person telling that he or she cannot ride a bicycle. But as far I can recollect I am always a person with unusual habits and experiences. When everybody else order for a cappuccino in a strange and a foreign coffee shop, I will be the only one to order a coffee with a peculiar name and have an experience to remember, because it would have tasted terrible. So when I was in my first grade I sat on a bicycle which was five times bigger than me and had a horrible accident and after that I have never got the guts to sit on it again. The day I gifted my sister with a Dio and saw her enjoying, I felt I was missing something. The initiation to this process happened during my training days at Infosys. At Mysore training campus, we could literally see hundred of cyclists at peak hours. The campus was very huge and to travel from the respective buildings to bus terminal and food terminals people used cycles. This continued when I was shifted to Bangalore campus. In spite of the campus being not as huge as the Mysore campus we could spot lot of cyclists.
This process reached its peak when one of my friends purchased a cycle. I was so tempted that even I bought one. After that I had no other go but learn to ride that. The next evening after the cycle arrived at my place I decided to take it for a walk in fresh air. My friend had promised me to help me in handling the cycle. Within 5 minutes I was able to independently ride my cycle for a surprise. Even I don’t believe that I was able to ride. After that there was no looking back. I have tried to change gears, accelerate in turns and had good falls. But it never stopped me. Once I rode my cycle at -9 degree centigrade and froze my hands and nose. Until Fargo, the city where I live was covered with snow that even walking became knotty, I never gave up cycling. Now my bike is resting in our garage where it is accompanied by two cars Nissan and Honda for a while daily. But she likes it as she is warm in the garage. Waiting for the snow to vanish so that I can get her back on tracks

Hide and Seek

When “He” and “She” met.

Eight months have passed now; in this duration probably she would have dreamt more than eight hundred times of meeting him. All sweet things passed across her mind every single day in these eight months now. She never imagined that all the thoughts could ever turn into reality. Dreams are always a little exaggerated but dreams can turn into reality as we picture it to be. After loads of circus destiny had dragged her and him from different parts of the globe to a common point. Impossible had already turned into a possibility. Time and date was fixed by them for their first encounter with each other. He is known for being always late and he wanted to break this trend and reach early and made it thirty minutes prior to the specified time. She is always known to reach early than the intended time. She entered this busy place where they were supposed to meet and saw him right in front of her. She hid herself in a corner and watched him silently. He looked very sweet in brown and pulled out his cell phone from his pockets and dialed her. The phone in her hands started vibrating with his sweet name flashing on it. She wore a smile and picked his call. He was very confident that the girl had already reached the place and he tried to play a trick by telling that he was still on his way and would take another thirty minutes to reach the place , unaware that the girl was witnessing his drama live. She told that she would wait for him on the third floor on one of the chairs located there and hung up. After few minutes both were on the third floor searching for each other. She called him to ask where he was. He started singing “ jaaane ja mein yaha tum kaha …. “ And she started laughing and said “ Boy in brown you are playing with a wrong person”. He now was aware that the girl had seen him and all his drama went in vain. For the next few minutes both just wandered on the same floor searching for each other. Finally he spotted her and hid behind a pillar and started passing comments of what she were wearing. He gave her instructions to come near the pillar but never specified that he was behind the pillar. When she approached the pillar he appeared from nowhere and took her for a surprise. Both hugged each other. They felt they were still in a dream. It took some time to believe that something like this had happened in real to them. After this hide and seek all she had to say is that his arms were the safest place to be in. It was the best place she was ever and wants to be in.