Indian Beauty

I see people around me. They are driven by passion. They are in their early twenties and they are consumed by their belief. They are longing for something. I was astonished to find the variety and depth in Abhilash's blogs. He is 25 and he shares Von Gogh's pains, writes a poem on river, has published a collection of poems(Under a Quicksilver Moon), and loves Bob Dylan and Kevin Spacey. I strongly withhold my temptation to critique his work as I realise that I'm utterly ill-qualified to do so.

I see lot of Abhilashes in my life. It's a very filling moment to think that there are people crave for beyond life's mundane routines. I don't feel as passionately about Ayn Rand as Abhilash does. Well, what the heck. As long as I'm surrounded by the likes of people who want to watch that obscure Latin American film Carandiru, want to attend Perchance to Dream, gets excited about Rand, who lends William Dalrymple to me life will continue to be interesting.

Also, as long as people don't talk to me about real estates, bank savings, cookery, investments and Indian culture...