my patriotism... My ideology!

India is ME!

When I look at me, I think about my country where people cry hearing a song.

Leave everything for a game.

Enjoy sharing personal life with a complete stranger seated next.

Hate beggars while throwing a coin.

Hate politicians and stand in a queue to vote for them.

Hate going to school and love to peep into the tiffin box that maa had packed.

Criticise government over a morning newspaper and then go and work for them.

Bribe government officials and then hate corruption.

Love gossiping and hate to be talked about.

Admire stars and hate to be like them.


I love myself. I love to hate my ideology. I love my country. Because it's me. And I'm proud of it.

Proud of my India. Proud of me!

My Beautiful Friend...

“You are looking Beautiful today”. Though she laughed it off, taking it to be a joke (as she admits, she’s laughing too much these days).

But today, I happened to look at her from a distance, a few metres away. Sometimes what happens is when you are over ambitious, you become far sighted…. I mean, a dreamer. You tend to foresee the wonderful surroundings around you. But since, whenever she met me, she was always beside me… not giving those few metres. Perhaps that was the reason that it went unnoticed… anyways to err is human.

Still I do not know why I called her beautiful after a dozen of meetings? But undoubtedly she earned 50 points for wearing that blue dress, and that too an Indian one. In that she looked like a simple self-made shining lady… & the other 50 for, SHE WAS LOOKING just HAPPY TODAY! No. I’m not saying that I’m the reason… but who cares? Why dig it up & spoil the beauty? TODAY, I realized, she is beautiful & that’s PERIOD!

“Well, lady, you are welcome”, Ok, you need not thank me. Rather thank ‘HIM’ for blessing you with a friend who prays for your happiness & adores your beauty. After a long long time I’m really excited to meet a friend. And that too a beautiful one! How much will you shower on me GOD! Ab bas bhi kijiye… !

And as her name suggests, she was indeed the lady with a beautiful smile. And with her smile she gave the answer to my ‘FEAR’.