This blog will be dead for a week in memory of Holden Caulfield!
(Not that it would'nt be otherwise anyway.)
This blog will be dead for a week in memory of Holden Caulfield!
(Not that it would'nt be otherwise anyway.)
Being influenced, I guess, is a bad thing. For I never thought, or always resisted the idea that I was influentiable (of others, my surroundings, people, places etc). But then over the recent days, after watching all these documentaries in the History Channel and Discovery channel, I've noticed (being the super self conscious bum that I always am) that I tend to just let the feeling linger and take me over. Ofcourse, on the flip side, I would always argue that it was the influence of tequila and lime, but..
Like this hippies documentary that I was watching and immdly I wanted to go out and do the LSD and be one with nature and shit. The worst part of it was that I went for a walk for atleast half an hour in cold weather. And it felt good. Now the question is whether the sunand the nature made me feel good or was it the Hippie feeling? Or are they one and the same? In which case, am I becoming a hippie?
I may be the cliched tamilian in Amberica, but still, there's nothing better than listening and singing Dosthu Bada Dosthu (either that or Aap Jaisa Koi) really loud while driving in your car to beat the blues. Somehow, it makes you feel at home, especially, when you listen to Indian tunes abroad. It does. It really does. Believe you me, till I finished graduating, I was the self proclaimed hater of everything Indian.
(Ofcourse, the "others" who are playing thier R&B's louder than thou, will give you the finger and the occasional stare and shout, but its worth all that.. and more.. After all, isn't it a ****ing free country??!!)