We have no sense of pride, no sense of belonging, no sense of being one. We fight amongst ourselves and we have the least regard for what is ours and what we have in common.

Commonly used term Desi coined by Indians ( South East Asians) is a derogatory term to refer to fellow Indians.

Put a 18-22 year old from any other country from the world but India, ask him to study, work, maintain his sanity tens of thousands of miles away from his town in hostile weather conditions, unknown culture and unpalatable food, with no McDonald’s around and I would like to see him survive and conquer. When an Indian kid gives it his best shot he is chided as ‘fresh off the boat’ by fellow Indians who have been in the same boat only a few years ago.

An Indian will readily squirm at another Indian’s accent while Mexican, Italian, French, American accents are coveted found sexy and totally acceptable in society. Why can’t we accept ourselves.

Indians try the hardest to ‘fit into’ every other culture and the ones who care too hoots are looked down upon by struggling-to-fit in Indians.

Communalism is a very rampant part of our culture which only reflects deep seated discrimination amongst fellow Indians.

The age old Mumbai-Delhi, North-South war continues. 60 years post Independence at that. When will we realise we belong to the same country?

Indian cinema, art, architecture have been recognised the world over. People spend months to years in our country studying us, yet you will find Indians crib about Indian movies, Indian music, Indian cities, India.

While it is considered fashionable to rattle off the names of Italian cuisines or correctly pronounce the names of French wines, how many of us know that Kadhi can actually be made in more 5 different ways. How much do we know of our own cuisine?

This list is endless.

I have always been concious to the fact that there is a person behind the words. Behind every avatar there is a real face. Behind every poem there is a true emotion. Behind every line there is a person voicing their mind. I give as much importance to the words written, as I would have paid attention if you were right here in front of me.

The blog-people, blog-friends, virtual friends and then even more bizarely ‘real friends’ never caught on to me. I mean can you actually ever tell who your real friends are?

Anyway, I want to thank all those of you who rooted for me during my exams days, those of you never failed to check on me, and those of you who voiced their best wishes on this blog. Your wishes felt very real to me.

Thanks, I am done. I should know my result in another 2 weeks time. I don’t have any more exams as tough as this one if I clear it. I hope I will have a different tune to sing other than exams in the coming months.

Thanks again!

Writing a blog is hard work. A come back is harder than I thought. Oddly I didn’t even miss it. That is worrisome on several levels. I’ve never been a commitment happy person. I knew that about me a long time ago but for me to be OK not to be back to blogging, an activity that I actually enjoyed so much is really scary.

So I am back. I think I am.

Regular blogging activity shall resume after my exam which is in less than 10 days. I feel bad that I haven’t been able to reply to your comments and there are some very pertinent thoughts / questions like whether I am a feminist or when do I consider life begins that I really want to address.

But for now, some studying and some really sleepless nights to do. Have fun y’all.