Now, neither am I planning to write “A Novel”, nor am I planning to write “A Novel in 2 Months”. What I do intend to do, is to write. What comes out of it – the coming months will see a novel.
However, today, my mind chose to concentrate on “The End”
- This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I’ll never look into your eyes
Was he a genius, or was he a GENIUS?
- - Edward Gibbon (1760) on the qualifications for a traveler
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- Mark Twain
While researching what bike to buy, I had considered the Thunderbird, but I didn’t like the silencer; I then settled on the Machismo. However, right when I decided to actually go to the showroom, Royal Enfield released a new model – the 2004 Elektra. The moment I set my eyes on it, I was hooked. The day I took delivery of my bike, I christened her “Kerrigan” (the first name’s Sarah). The best part is, the gears are on the right side – the classic Enfield design.
All too often, people speak to me of this – why did I choose a bike with gears on the “wrong” side. And I reply – hey, it’s your bike that has gears on the wrong side.
And now, that’s what happens when people speak to me of my age. “Hey, you are on the wrong side of 30 now!!” And I reply “No dude, it’s you who is on the wrong side; come and join us.”
Agreed – we wear 80′s style bootcuts & leather jackets; but hey, on the street who gets looked at in admiration? We are like our Bullets – Asphalt Hot, Retro Cool.
To my side was a group of young people – out of college, but younger than me. From the looks of them, they were most probably Software people; yet their accented English and forced gestures made me doubt “BPO”.
The moment they heard me speaking in Marathi, their expressions changed – they were apalled, and they couldn’t hide it. Something to the tune of “how can this person NOT speak in English? Doesn’t he know how to speak English?” I could see the smirks on their faces, and sense the condenscending attitude. I just smiled to myself, paid the money and walked back to join my wife. Between bites of bread & veggies, we spoke of this incident.
It seems that the youth in India looks up to the West for everything. In my opinion, it’s not bad if you like some other culture and imbibe some if its elements in appreciation. What I dislike though, is if you feel that your own culture, your own roots are below-par. Yes, in today’s globalized world, it is extremely important to speak at least one foreign language; it is equally important to know how to mingle and deal with foreigners – but it should not be at the cost of ridiculing your identity.
My father worked in a bank, and whenever I would visit his office, I would see plaques saying