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Indian Born Confused Yankee (IBCY)

Long long ago, I had written an essay on growing westernism among Indians, especially the youth. Somehow the link got lost and I had even forgotton that such an essay existed. Perhaps it isn't a great piece of work for me to remember. Nevertheless, when I found out the link, I couldn't help but to add it here.

It's called IBCY. It is my first attempt at stream of consciousness style. I particularly expect comments from Swati, Dinesh (Jr.) and Beena.

Here I go. (with due apologies to James Joyce)

Big and Small

People working in big companies have a typical behaviour that people working in small companies find it strange. I intend doing a study to define this behavior and identify the rationale for it.

I'm still in the process of freezing these traits. Soon, I'll come up with a list.

Ape

When I read Naipaul, I write like him. When I used to read Maughm, I used to write like him. When I read Arundhati Roy, I write like her.

When am I going write like me?

Marx and Money

Last evening, I had a very lengthy, rather back-bracking session with Durai. Durai Arasu, works for a Tamil business magazine as Editor-in-charge and my Bhavans classmate. A man with strong village values, aspirations for a city-based opportunities and communist leanings, Durai is a typical village-city conflict personality you'll meet anywhere in India. As an outsider, I presume that the poverty must be really starking in these villages for most city-bound people siding with communism.

But that's not what I wanted to write here. Interestingly, Durai was shocked at the urban realities and he, once thought Rs.5000 would be decent salary to live with, was spellbound at the five figure marks boasted by twenty-somethings in IT-BPO-fuelled urban pockets. He is confused about his idealogies now. Someone who wanted to join theatre to promote socialism, now wants to do an IT course to join these BPOs. To make things worse, his girl ditched him because he wasn't earning well.

I adivsed him to stick to journalism. I advised him because he seeked. I told him to go after what he loved rather than what the rest boasted of. Personally, that's what I intend doing.

I don't know if he is convinced. That's inconsequential. For me, Durai as a personality was someone strange and someone with conflicting interests and values. As usual, I measure myself with him to see where I do well or falter. As a friend, his fiery aspirations and commentaries feed the socialist side of mine.

As an end note, I hope and pray that he gets over his failed love.

One wedding and multiple plans

Devika is going to

Before marriage
- grow her hair
- workout and tighten herself up
- Pickup a WagonR
- Beginning from March buy one salwar or saree every day
After marriage
- cut her hair short (really really short)
- bring the antique wooden cupboard from Delhi
- upgrade the fish bowl
- gain weight
- start the design school
After becoming a mother
- join politics
- close the design school
- start a rock band

Watch this space for updates.

p.s. As you must have figured out, I lied about the last one.

Keep the faith

My new year resolutions:

- I will release my short film before May
- I will sign up for Gym and become 32" again
- I will beg, borrow, bribe my way into the PG course in CIEFL
- I will nullify my credit cards and fatten my savings accounts
- And finally, I will start checking my blog for comment entries