I was standing in a queue at Indian Embassy in Toronto, to get my Indian passport renewed. I was almost waiting for 2 hours, but the excitement of going back and meeting my people weighed down all my waiting hours. I looked around myself and found Indians everywhere,a TV showing the advertisement where a newly wed daughter calling her dad silently from the kitchen asking how to make chole (channa)and her dad tells her the magic of Garam Masala[:p] , children getting scolded for not obeying their elders,Old people narrating their experiences to the people sitting beside them, women knitting sweaters and gossiping,and above all Indian officials shouting out the numbers of the respective people. An old person came up to me and asked me a favor to write his address on the self-addressed envelope as he had forgot his glasses.After writing for him, he told me " Sukhi raho" :D For a while all was calm and peaceful even among this shouting and chaos.Out of sudden, I could hear a scre...
Well I dont write frequently, i just write it when something strikes and I try to give my perspective. I may not be right all the time! But whats the harm in trying? :)