Between Life and Its Delicacies

India is the greatest country in the world. You might have probably heard that, almost everybody says that. But what underlines the fact is a nasty truth. In anywhere but India, “you look really beautiful”. Thanks! In India, “you look really beautiful”. Stop! The girl (or lady, whatever you prefer) would immediately fume in anger, and only one word would escape her mouth- ‘BASTARD To speak in simple words, Indians just can’t take offence. We may blabber how great India is, but deep down our hearts, we are filled with trash. People are naïve to change. This is half-true because of the culture and ethics, we Indians have been brought up since childhood. We are taught to behave in a certain manner. Anything outside this premise is considered plain gross. This paranoia just escalates to heightened level once a person becomes famous or in other words important to the society. Recently, Shah Rukh Khan (SRK, if you prefer), in an interview said that he would take

                                        ‘Complete silence…….Her blood turns pale and red, everybody looks in awe and then she opens her eye and wakes up from the dead’.         The final scene in the Twilight movie had me captured. That was the only movie in the entire series that made some sense (at least to me).         Damn, it’s two in the morning and I am still up watching movies and munching on endless packets of chips (who does that, seriously). ‘Anup, go to bed already. You don’t want to be late for college’, my mom shouting from her bed. Truth to be told, I am always late for class. It’s a different matter completely that I hardly attend the morning class. Back in college………… .. We were in the cafeteria during recess, bragging about our past and err, girlfriends…… ‘Hey man, there is this girl who simply won’t leave my way. What should I be doing’, my friend Sujan came to me and asked me. ‘Don’t I have any other job than answering your stup

             Ah! Its Sunday, again. Time to spend some more lousy hours on the bed. The past week has been particularly tiresome. But the purpose of me writing this wasn’t gashing about my hectic study life (as I like to say it), but more so to put some words to the thoughts arising in my after-the-hangover head (and no, it wasn’t beer). Anyway, what is next to follow is something I never thought I would be someday writing down.                                                                           It was a perfectly normal day, as normal as it could be for a college going kid (high school would be more apt).I reached college at about 9:00 am, and I just decided to skip class for the day. I dashed straight into my friends sitting in the hallway, checking out random girls, I suppose. They were busy chatting…………facebook, girls, study………….. “Hey, netbaba , please help me on this”, my friend said to me. ‘Damn, how could you possibly screw your facebook account again