The mosaic of my life!

Vyolet was one of the tiniest and innocent rats living in the jungles of Tabrris. Tabrris was a remote land inhabited by tiny creatures and they would all live in peace and harmony. It was a small jungle where all the animals, birds and insects cohabitated and shared their bliss and misery. Vyolet as a kid never went to school and was a joyous and funny looking animal who always wanted to live a nonchalant life, unconcerned about fame and prosperity. Vyolet would happily live upon the blueberries and the walnuts dismantled from the trees by the violent winds coming from the west. He, like all other animals living in Tabrris would never succumb to the desires of luxury and popularity and was jubilantly performing his jester acts and earning love and respect from the forest animals. Adjoining the jungles of Tabrris was the jungle of Tethis. The animals of Tabrris believed that the land of Tethis was jinxed and the residing creatures imbued immense arrogance, snobbism and did not share an...

Hardly do I miss an opportunity to let go off my headphones hanging around my neck. But I’m glad it happened. I did lose the opportunity to listen to my favorite folk numbers but it gave me a lot of time to ponder over me and myself. Let me rewind a little, starting back from a couple of fortnights. After spending the busiest three and a three quarter months of my life amidst hectic school assignments, projects, part-time, team activities, exams and last but not the least – the stupid blondes at EVK, I ended up being on the losing front – two straight B+’s in two courses.; followed up with an A-, that if not resurrected the lost pride, but veiled the dishonor to some extent. But carefree and excited about having to end it all; I was living a gleeful life in SFO with my dearest and closest. Then suddenly in the middle of the day my phone rung; not even in my slightest of imagination did I expect an interview call and guess from where – PriceWaterHouseCoopers. No doubt I was exc...

I might not have the talent to script, But it’s not too late to let the moment skip. All those years I had been living under your shadow, I miss your hugs and caning, and I wanna let you know. Your face lights a sparkle in my eye, I forget all the pain, my heart begins to fly. Just the feeling of having you close to me, Brings in the desire to live, in-spite of all the pain, No matter what the world has to offer, Having you besides me overshadows all material gain. If I were given one last wish, I would happily die to live again by your feet. No words can describe your eternal love and sacrifice, But I wanna let you know Mom, I will keep loving you throughout my remaining life!

Looking back to September, I was totally new and unaccustomed to America. I brought with me the dream that the Gold Rush immigrants carried in the early 19 th century; the American dream that every desi lives up to from his younger days until he attains it. It unfortunately is badly tortured after reality spawns in and uncovers the shroud off a struggle that one has to abide by each day of his life. Los Angeles – “The city of angels”, to my astonishment was, if not swarmed but sporadically encountered by gentlemen asking for alms on the street. Gentleman for a desi because this guy still has a better accent; something he is so keen to imbibe. Coming back from a country amassed with poverty, illiteracy, extortion, corruption & crime and yet brimmed with self-obsession, I don’t have much to lament about. But I am about to stress upon the stressful life a desi lives dreaming about yet another interview at the US Visa Consulate. With great power comes great responsibility, maybe thi...

It’s been over a month and the predictions fall true. I am dallying around and LA is a chilled out place with not much ado. But not too long, my orientation begins Monday – Aug the 18th and the picture shall look different. Apart from that, I feel so elated by the opportunities that exist in this nation. Moreover, that attitude that people wear is totally incoherent to our desi’s. A smile on the face and a charm in the persona so well reflects their motivational attitude and excitement derived from work. There are so many good things to squeeze out from their culture. There are plenty of problems but encouraging words aplenty to guide you towards the lucid path. The country focuses towards betterment of its citizens and the amenities provided can bedazzle you on your first outing. The consumer is the king and honesty is regarded as a divine mantra. Even the weirdest and shrewdest of aliens take up honesty when living with such people. Currently I am excited about my part-time that’s go...

19th of July, 2008. This day shall always be remembered for good reasons in many ways. Quantitatively - I’ve spent a quarter of a century on this planet jostling with the other species and its silver jubilee time, and psychologically – the Almighty has always been graceful and life has showered a multitude of good fortunes and blossomed moments to cherish forever. It’s been wonderful to receive greetings and good wishes from family, friends and relatives from all over. Another 17 days and I shall move to the US to pursue higher education. This day brings in tremendous satisfaction to receive so much warmth even from distant friends – whom I once feared I might loose touch with, shall boost the spirits when I’m away for long. Calls from everybody who mattered most and some bonus greetings as well. Kudos to life and friendship! Alongside, I wish to spend most of my time home with my family. I’m getting this opportunity after 2005 so trying to make most of it. Ask me my plans for tonight ...

In another 30 days from this moment, I would have left my home, my birthplace, my country and most importantly my family. I might be wondering on the streets, possibly dallying in the exotic stores or probably slogging in the kitchen to cook a not-so-delectable breakfast; whatever it might be, nostalgia would have occupied most of me – but certainly shall not be schmaltz. Few days and living amidst a hectic schedule would ease things a little. Although I’m not very excited at this moment to move in with Uncle Sam as I had had been a decade ago, but I can’t miss this opportunity to pursue my goals studying at a revering university. Initially I had 4 Sundays in July to finish accumulating my stuff. Now I’ve decided to not work on Saturdays and concentrate more on myself. As per calculations I can work with half of my efficiency and still manage. On the contrary, two of the precious days have already passed by and talk about efficiency – that has gone to the dogs. I could only manage to ...