Writing again after a long long time.. nothing great but it is one of those moments when I feel like writing but don't know what to write. I just know that writing just about anything will make me feel so much better. 
I am in New York right now and will be here for a short duration. Have been thinking of life back in India.. of India in general. Have been thinking of why I am not proud to be an Indian. I see a lot of posts on facebook saying "I am proud to be an Indian".. specially by the Indians who don't live in India anymore. People who know nothing of what's happening back in India, people who are so not Indian, people who will never go back. Ironical! If you are so proud, why are you not in India? Why are you working towards the betterment of other economies?
I come back to my disturbing feeling.. why am I not proud to be an Indian.. A bunch of creeps running the country. Most of us have no hopes and most of us don't do anything about it. Maybe most of us don't know what to do about it. Should we just stop voting and boycott the entire government? I really want to know what we should do.. will some higher mortal emerge and tell us some day?
Anyway, I feel better now.. not about the country, just me. 
Waiting for a super human.. an Avataar.. another Gandhi maybe. 

18th Sept
This is turning out to be a dear diary kinda thing! na.. this is not what I want.. here's my first poem -

Tears rolling back,
Waiting, pining.
Having visions of
Years rolling back.
Always.
Sometimes.
Never.

First day on my blog - 14th Sept

Life till now has been a roller coaster, full of good and bad times. What's better that sharing experiences with loved ones. This is a space where I plan to share my thoughts, memories, experiences with everyone I love and who loves me :-). Also, I plan to use this space as a vent to my thoughts... an opportunity to put hazy, vague thoughts into defined, vivid expressions. Words have always been my friends, my vent.

Love to the world.

Trips in a trippy world.