I love my country....and i am proud of its rich and varied heritage

Two long weeks of training, some rain, a long weekend and an attack of common cold, managed to break my writing spree. But i m not going to give up on blogging...i can hear u say "oh no!". Thats ok, you can bear my blog along with the many you are thrown upon everyday. While i was wondering what to write on, i remembered that one of my colleagues claimed to have read my previous blogs, interpreting it in much more ways than i actually intended to (of course i am exceited), suggested that i write on India and my love for the country. What the hell, this is such a cliched topic that some million people would have blogged on some million times, and i finally decided ....that i will follow the millions :)


I am not going to draw a comparison chart of some western country with India, i have no intentions of answering a 15 marks question in a GK paper at school. Instead how about telling the unique experiences that i have been through in my country, it is more optimistic and unoffensive. One opening remark that i have to make is that i am a hard core, true, nagging, talkative, silly, egotistic, workaholic, TV watching, time killing, confused Indian and i am proud to be one.

Now coming back to our own india, the incredible India, as our boring Govt of India plays the ad on the radio for Common Wealth Games, we always believe in preserving the past history and heritage by means of retaining some ageold practices and systems like our very own Doordarshan and its programmes, Politicians with white caps, penny wise on charity and pound foolish on college donations, holy sprinkles of cow's piss during house warming, and much more. But nowhere in the world will u feel as alive as here, more specifically in our railway stations...i will explain. When you jump down the railway tracks to reach your platform, you know for sure that you dont suffer from arthritis. When you cross the station canteen smelling the strong coffee, for someone like me who is not a coffee lover it gives a feeling that you just drowned in a well of coffee, you know for sure that your little nose in the centre functions fine. All of a sudden when you see splash of wild colors in one section with meaningless buzzing chatter, yes i am referring to the lady passengers, you are sure that you can see more than just VIBGYOR and hear sharply. Just when the train comes in you know what it feels like when people touch...no no push you, pull you, scratch you, poke you or stamp you. Sadly (or thankfully) you cant taste for free in the trains, but if you have 2 INR or 0.04 USD then you can taste roasted peanuts that are huge source of energy for time pass and gossip. I bet you dont need more proof to being alive.

But above all, i have three strong reasons why i say India is irreplaceable, Rasam, butter-milk and paani puri, you get it all over India and you get it the best here. The love that i have for India is like the affection i have for my sister. I pull her leg, i complain, i show my anger, i steal her clothes, i share my thoughts, i overhear her conversations, i curse her but when i m not with her i feel helpless, a loner, insecure, not at home and totally clueless. So the moral of the story is i love my sister and i love my country too, they both are the best.