Mini's Scripts

The typical question that comes across every human being during their life time is – Who am I? It also does sound more like the dreadful question as always asked to start a conversation – tell me something about you? Coming to I – Even before I could understand that – God first, World next and I last – I had glued this into my neurons - I first, World next, God last. My identity as gratefully handed over by this social world is firstborn of my wonderful parents, eldest of siblings, related to many a relatives, student, best friend of a few, friends of some, acquaintances, employee, national, transferred national – Errrrrrrrrr! Wait! I am an Indian! I can’t be a British yet in my mannerisms, although by now I have blended into the non-fashionable, nearly obese, always working, Sunday grocery shopping, and weather conversing general populace. As an Indian to the core – I am more of a foreign calling/skyping weekender, pound – rupee-rate-converting deal hunter. Just today as I was havi...

Oh! How I hate going to Southall here! I wish I could tell! Although people call it- Little India, I dread if most of them have seen the real India! After going for the first time, I had decided that I will never visit again. It reminded me so much of Janpath , Lajpat Nagar and Sarojini Nagar markets in New Delhi, India, minus the stray. :) Yet, the memories of having mouth-watering Indian dishes weakened my determination. Reaching Southall , we went to a temple which was within walking distance of the rail station. Unlike regular temples in India where for a rule, I never saw Durga ji with Ram and Sita ji's statues in the same room, I was taken aback when there were 6 of my fav gods ( in their own rights) , darned in their finest. In this particular moment of Godly confusion- I bowed to Radhe - Krishna - as it was my grandfather who had introduced him first from an array of pictures of Gods and Goddesses, while I was a kid. I felt happy inwardly as I had done j...