Escaping the realities

I landed in US with an intension to return to my home country in two years.Two years turned four and four turned seven and here I am still hoping to get back really soon. The moment I step out of my house to the time I am back, no matter how well I am being treated as a foreigner, there is a sense of estrangement that is carried with me.

I couldn't even name a state in US before I came here. In the first place I never bothered to distinguish a state and a city when I knew I was coming to St.Louis in early 2002. "Welcome to the world of paper" greeted one of my friend on my first week in the United States. I see the luxury built on the realities of an Indian and heck, I repeatedly hear how tough it is to not have any help with the day-to-day household chores.I strongly condemn but seldom did I express my opinion outright.

Agree there is a lonely spirit haunting every one of us here, but to those of us who manage to be in a group get freed up by the contemplating thoughts each bring to the gathering table. Even the most introvert becomes a social animal here. And despite what is characterized to be a sad atmosphere, we continue to live as an alien group creating so called 'Desi' communities for ourselves. It is strange that we do not realize at the time of taking that first flight, that we are leaving our kith & kin forever to settle in a foreign land.

As for me, I don't want to be dashed by the realities of a common man nor do I want to take my last breathe on a foreign soil. By the time I realize the realities of the my delicate world, I would be so entrenched in the bubble I created for myself that it is hard to escape. There should not be an argument as to which place is better. Certainly we all look out for one thing in common - to be happy. And its not 'the best' that makes one happy but it is what 'one prefers'; so I duly respect others opinion - for and against.

Liar Liar.. You are a thriller

Why do we lie? Well, I could define a lie in many ways or as what I read you could categorize liars as perpetual, habitual, occasional, professional and so on..We all lie and someone who says I don't is a big crook. To me, anything that's not an occasional lie is unreasonable. Unreasonable because its intension is to either satisfy your ego or hide something that you don't want others to know about. The later is sometimes true with occasional liars. To whom you lie is something to consider as a secondary factor.

If I think I can get away with a lie without being mindful of others, I could be lacking a thoughtful judgement. Hardly would you find a fool who takes every nonsense. The fool could turn out to be a bird of the same flock. I have known couple of acquaintances (I rather not call them friends) of mine who have been so habitually lying to me that I start to feel like an object being hammered with lies. Psychologically, these liars are so much used to lying that I think, they are widely deviated from the truth and the lie becomes a reality of their life.

On the other hand I agree too much personal intrusion sometimes would give nothing but lies. But these habitual liars don't need to be intervened. They start their topics on their own and try to reflect an exaggerated self, use others (including the so called dearest) to cover themselves and spread false rumors. There is no fear or stammering involved.

Everything has a purpose. Let the lie serve its purpose rather than letting it serve you.