Here's an interesting fact. South Africa, where the Indian PL is being currently held due to security reasons because of the elections in India, had its national election today as well.

India, thou art..

oh heck! bad idea!

you know it never works with women!!!!

wth was I thinking!?!

you know whats the best sitcom(if thats what its called) to watch on TV? Charlie.. err.. Two and a Half Men... that way, every time you see Charlie Sheen holding up a glass of scotch or beer, you feel like... "Geez, thanks a lot dude".. that was what was missing the whole time and you go and pour out that whole big glass of stolichnaya and...

... and heck!!! you even feel the need to do the "we talk ever so rarely" thing too!!!

In all my years of work.. it has taken me this long to figure out only one thing..

If you don't actually do it, you can't make that mistake!!!

wth is this?! I thought all I had to do was get drunk and then life would be so much simpler.. and just when it is wearing off, why am I feeling so much the worse.. why am I missing people?! Why the hell am I feeling like getting the hell back to India?!

which brings me back to the question thats been at me for tsome time now - wth do people come here for? Money? What would they do with a lot of it? First of all, enough is never quite enough, and next they wouldn't even last long enough to enjoy the least of it?

Then why???!!!

As the wise man said...

"

Toil Is Meaningless . So I hated life, because the work that is done under the sun was grievous to me. All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. I hated all the things I had toiled for under the sun, because I must leave them to the one who comes after me. And who knows whether he will be a wise man or a fool? Yet he will have control over all the work into which I have poured my effort and skill under the sun. This too is meaningless. So my heart began to despair over all my toilsome labor under the sun. For a man may do his work with wisdom, knowledge and skill, and then he must leave all he owns to someone who has not worked for it. This too is meaningless and a great misfortune. What does a man get for all the toil and anxious striving with which he labors under the sun? All his days his work is pain and grief; even at night his mind does not rest. This too is meaningless.
A man can do nothing better than to eat and drink and find satisfaction in his work. This too, I see, is from the hand of God, for without him, who can get or find enjoyment? To the man who pleases him, God gives wisdom, knowledge and happiness, but to the sinner he gives the task of gathering and storing up wealth to hand it over to the one who pleases God. This too is meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

"

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=102496707

The moment I heard her say "from India" I turned up the volume in the car radio. It has to interesting fa random radio station is broadcasting something by an Indian and then giving the credit as well. You wouldn't understand if you are sitting that far off, across the atlantic, in the very land that is being talked about. You have to be outside it to comprehend.

As it so happens, the term India, over here, only brings about a series of mustached bad english speaking bachelors and their laptops trying to impress a white man with his coding know-how. So it was indeed a welcome change to hear someone from India who is a non coding person, (whom I suddenly want to meet and talk in length to) from India talk so passionately about a book she read and recommends, on a foreign radio.

There is a link in there which would speak out the short essay as well, if you would care to listen. It is just.. captivating! and makes you want to read the book right away! I know I want to.

At some point in your lifetime, around the 30th year of existence, a thought pops up in your mind now and then. It says "So what's use of position, money et al. It's not like you don't have anything to eat or drink or things to wear or drive or lack of anything. It's just that the other person has a little bit more and he can drink a little bit more, but hey, at the end of the day, both of us are stoned. Really, you don't want to me more stoned right?

And you were this other person's age, you also had those great thoughts, and yeah if you had tried like him you'd have done waaayyyy better than him. But hey, I am still his superior, right?!"

That's when you know complacency has set in. It's also called the start of the mid life crisis.. or something like that!