No War Plz, I Can Live In a Cave

In a previous post, I talked of how I grew up not realizing that India had been behind the world in technology. Today, over a casual lunch talk, I realized that those were really our years of bliss. At the table was a Russian, an American, a Sri Lankan and me, an Indian. The Russian talked of how military drafting was a part of their system from which one could not escape. A nightmare people had to live with. The Sri Lankan agreed.  He said that in his country, the youth got drafted  too – but either into the military or into the terrorist groups. Then there was some discussion about how at one point US almost decided to make drafting a law. And I was asked, “Is it so in India?”. I smiled with pride. Cheers went around that India was a true democracy.

Yes we sure are. Had India been a military super power, had we been at constant war, maybe India would have had drafting laws too. But we aren’t. And I’m glad for that.

This moment of peace is so momentary.

Mugged ‘n Bugged

Heard the stories, but it is so frustrating to be in one. What’s worse – losing my cards or realizing I have no identity? Stranded outside my apt with no keys, or sleeping through the night thinking of how someone could just walk through the door? Losing my cellphone or realizing that the only phone number I remember is my own? Losing some significant amount of cash or the little plucker I held so fondly as a good memory charm?

Or the fact that I was robbed by kids? Alas, blogging is the only vent to my frustration.

Wish You Were Here.