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My ink has not wet any paper for quite sometime and I have been caught up in the day to day humdrum. But, I have decided to wait no more. So today my ink begins to flow outward, oblivious of a gazillion commitments I might have towards any specific thing in general. The world has been in motion constantly as the news of Steve Jobs' untimely demise gripped us. The USA mourned his death exchanging tweets and posts over their fancy iPhones, while in the not-so-robust nations like ours - it is yet to sweep us off our feet. In our part of the world though, we celebrated the glorious lives and equally worthy careers of Tiger Pataudi and Jagjeet Singh who were both widely recognized as the epitome of grace, humility and kindness.

As I return home daily, I notice a lot of commotion on the streets. Sometimes it is the attention-hogging mobs that swarm the city streets of Delhi and at other times, it's just the daily nuisance of a few specific individuals that constitute such crowds. The traffic is at its very unruly best and red-lights have substituted compass points demanding legal attention for the very competitive long-jumpers. Now that India has performed reasonably well in the Commonwealth Games, we sure are aiming higher and longer in terms of medal tally. The Tihar Jail has been inviting daily attention of the Press with the who's who of the country seeking shelter behind the dignified walls of the jail thus escaping the wrath of the common man. Taxing is a tough word and it makes you all the more tough when your stomach gets kicks out of beating corruption. So our beloved Anna has now officially been adjudged the 'NDTV Indian Of The Year' and democracy seems to be the new buzz word.

I silently watch all the action. I am sailing through turbulent times slowly looking to cast anchor in a harbor of my choice. The journey is crucial and decisive but good times are surely ahead. Hoping against belief, I strongly trust in the universe to set me free someday soon.
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dissociatedprenihilist said…
Oh man!! The universe entrapped you.
Friday, 18 November, 2011
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