With most of the action happening at work , I am thoughtless and have absolutely nothing to write:-
I take my daily train from Metropark station in NJ to Rahway, every day I see hundreds of desi's and after spending almost 3 months now most of the faces are familiar. The majority of population here are south Indian and I love to follow the conversation that happen between NRIs.
NRI 1 : "Hi, Whats Up?"
NRI 2 Just nodding, I guess it means he is fine
NRI 1: "So you live here ..nearby.. only??"
Every sentence must end with 'Only'. The train is never on time ...only. You can't install this component ..only. And it get better when Women talk- I called my in laws this morning...only.
And for others specially with North Indians... every sentence must start with a big "No" even if it means 'yes'.
No..no...you know...you are right..we should do it this way .. only
I see a lot of stories at this station, so many people who have came from the other side of the globe to live an American dream. They live a very temporary life here hoping that one day they will pack there bags and will go home. But, things gets complicated as they stay, the market is not good, the mortgage must be paid, kids education. I find it so unusual when I see a kid with quintessential Indian upbringing having an American accent. The dreams that their parents have...which is Indian so far from reality.
I love staring at people , yes, let me admit over here. I often get inquisitive when i see a stranger and start imaging there story. So when people must have Ipods and Iphones to spend time while waiting for train or bus ...for me the time flies by staring at them and thinking whats going on in their mind.
After procrastinating and perendinating for months I finally started jogging last week. The weather has improved and the cricket season in new jersey has started and I really want to be fit so that I can enjoy these games ... well its fun and I will surely learn some Tamil this time.
I am still reading Nandan Nilekani's Imagining India. Apart from the ideas he had put across the one that impacted me most is his story where he tells that if he had not joined Infosys and took that risk in his life he would still be a regular Indian taking a daily train to NYC, that's my fear. I am scared of being 'regular'.
