I gotta..

.. be cool,
relax,
get hip,
Get on my track's !

Distance moved is in thousands of miles and tens of hours but the heart has remained more or less in place, as have remained rest of my body parts. Watched the largest gathering of Indians for celebrating Independence Day in my last 7 years. The old cliche' of valuing what you have lost may be? But it was nice. Somehow made me felt better from the ironical situation of enrolling in the foreign university right on the independence day.

But there is never a clean cut. Life is like cheese, no matter how sharp the knife is, something remains connected. Similar is the case for this blog. And so with the next post will come the memories of the last day spent in India, I couldn't have asked for a better one I guess !

Do tell me when you notice I have started to change. I might be too busy to notice !

Comments

Braveheart said…
Haha! I think you've started to change already. Read this post itself. The metaphors, the adjectivces! :D

America and Americanism! Wishing you all the best but seriously, I don't have any hopes from anyone, including you. America is a ultra-highly illuminated bulb. It's impossible not to get blinded once you are there.

-- Akshaya
August 18, 2006 at 12:22 PM
Nishit said…
All the best sirji... :)
August 18, 2006 at 6:51 PM
abhaga said…
@braveheart: Oh ! I meant change for worse :P but of course that would be pretty subjective I guess. Anyway as they say, "Hope is a good thing, perhaps the best of the things. And good things never die !!"

ND: Thank you bahi :P !!
August 18, 2006 at 8:44 PM
Anonymous said…
yups... often change is so gradual that we ourselves fail to realize it
September 25, 2006 at 1:31 PM
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