IBRA

I have an engineering degree - but I really wanted to be an artist - thanks to some Indian norm for parental expectations. I put on a intelligent face in front of all my American friends and talk highly of India - lest I somehow put down my country of birth.

I communicate with my Indian friends online - but dare not express my real feelings about India - the country I had to get out of in my youth just to breath!

I dare not tell anyone that I do not like India - it's repressive culture - it's "chalta hai" attitude - it's lack of infrastructure despite it's recent riches - it's dirt, corruption, noise, pollution, it's dress codes borrowed from it's occupiers, it's hypocrisies, class structure, bogus Bollywood representations, false pride, and to top it all - it's exploration of Indian born Americans - conveniently "finding" themselves in some Indian cultural utopia of an improbable past....

I am an Indian born repressed American....

Namesake...

From the time I started surfing the web, every now and then, I would do a search for my name.... For a long time I would just find myself - all alone - in the cyber world! Then, there was the reporter who was my namesake. I followed her career from time to time. Then there was the actress - ugh!

However, more recently, I've been finding others - worthy of bearing my name. There is the Fulbright scholar now in med school. Then there is the rad xkcd reading foss supporting geek. How wonderful!

I wonder what they make of me?

Itchy flies...

I've worked for my current job for two years now...Each day is more uninspired than the previous... working on the same old, same old...

It's time to move on.

Anniversary...

15 years of marriage!

This has been a year of anniversaries... 40th birthday, 20th anniversary of graduating from college, and 15th wedding anniversary. Time keeps on ticking...

I wonder what the next 40 years bring...