The wandering solitary mind

The transition into a new system.. New environment.. New friends.. A new lyf.. I find around me, a variety of confused minds.. Trying to find companions.. Tryin to socialize.. Tryin to get some space.. But still confused. The mind of every individual wanders into an abyss of memories. Lyf at college, at school, at home... After a stroll through ur past, ur mind returns only to find that it better hadn't. It takes quite a bit of time before u start realizing that the most memorable times of ur lyf wud hav been the hardest too. Or atleast the result of the hardest part. Ur wave of lyf touches every peak - the rise and the fall. Success is abt getting up after the fall, but determination is abt how fast we do it. N to do this, a helping hand is always appreciated.

So now, I've understood the real meaning of the proverb "Birds of a feather flock 2gether".

N Finally... Ur wandering mind is no longer solitary..

(Huh This is the 1st time I've tried out such a style of writing. Further articles might vary depending on reader comments..)

Adios...

P.S.: This article does not point to any individual, dead or alive, n is just an attempt to bring out the common thoughts that people generally experience, but choose to refuse. My apologies if I hav failed in my attempt :) ...

India away from India

Guess I'm posting after a really long gap.. But I'm back.. N here I am at Georgia Tech, Atlanta, understanding the true impact of India's exploding population. Everywhere I turn, I meet an Indian. The term "cultural shock" has been lost into oblivion since there isn't much transition to expect. Though the system n lifestyle change, u remain the same.. Hey.. Sounds kinda poetic.. Huh.. On second thoughts, chuck it...

With Indian restaurants and grocery stores around the city, Indian spices, Indian products and of course the Indians themselves (maybe I should say 'ourselves'), it feels pretty much the same. Well, the skyscrapers along with the muscular cars and fancy roads obviously deprive u of the real India.. But thats just the materialistic part..

With such a setup around, i have still not ceased to wonder if I had traveled all around the globe just to be met by our same very own. But then I look at the professors and realize.. Aaah... Here are some of the people whose names I have read only at the cover page of some famous texts. Woa... No wonder Indian students pack up for an MS asap after their bachelor's. The question lingering in my mind for so many years has finally been answered.. N I.. Hav attained nirvana... Aaah.. Ya rite...