Starting with the latest, Mrs. Aamir Khan's "controversial" revelation about her insecurities and second thoughts of being a residential Indian, Mr. Aamir Khan's admission of the same at a public event and subsequent chaos…Even as a useless Indian, I feel overwhelmed and highly amused. My reasons are fourfold:
So I am en route to Lucknow
(again!) and courtesy of my procrastination and that of the Indian railways, I have
an RAC (reservation against cancellation) ticket in a II-Tier birth of Bhopal Pratapgarh
express. An uneventful but surprisingly cheap cab ride later (Ola Cabs \m/), I wait
for a train that tried in-vain to be on time. I find my berth and prepare to settle
in, ready to throw away my flippers and hide that damp-sock stink deep down into
my baggage. The other occupants of the coach were a cute Islamic family with a darling
little girl of about 8 and another family with a brat of about 2, tearing about
the place. Also present were a couple of know-it-all kinda uncles, the usual crowd
of any train. I made peace with them all; ready to violate Gandhigiri If that bratty
little infant ruined my snooze!
There are times when you reach a stage where the world doesn’t give much of a damn towards you, and you reciprocate. I have been living alone long enough by now to have a first-hand experience. Out of home since the age of 15, this is my ninth year of solo riding. Missed out on many homely activities and nuances, I also got to believe that nothing really matters in the bigger scheme of things. Our so-called civilized world is ripe with hypocrisy and indifference. Genocides are rampant throughout the globe under different brands – ISIS, Africa, war against terrorism, struggle for freedom, patriotism, artificial diseases, economic meltdowns, man-made disasters, conflict diamonds and whatnot. Being God’s sole mistake, we have been punishing Him consistently.
Four years it will be since I wrote my first ever post on this very blog.. Life never ceases to surprise you though. Because for the first time in these four years has someone actually declared that they are waiting for my next post, explicitly ordering me to "write something good".. :-D
Anyhow, I hope this one might be "good" enough.
When I wrote 'Winged Dreams' (http://black-benchers.blogspot.in/2012/10/winged-dreams.html) back in October 2012, I got the very logo of Honda wrongly oriented. For the record, it's as specified below:
One and a half years since my first job at this automobile giant, I have learnt more than I knew in the initial 22 years of my life about vehicles. And while I am still not very sure about my definitive career path and/or life's passion, something about learning how an automobile works or just reading up ways to mod up my winged lass