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The place where the zero was first used. Where it still carries a wealth of meaning beyond mathematics. A country which proudly holds the title of being the ‘largest secular democracy in the world’ and sadly ignores the well-deserved upcoming one of the ‘most populous nation on earth’. The newly independent country with the ages-old civilization. Where most people are proud of their ancestors and give a lot of thought to where they come from and unfortunately don’t think about where they are going. A world of cut-throat competition where a missed day of work or class counts as a calamity. A world in itself with hundreds of languages and thousands of dialects. Where people from one end of the country sometimes think those from the other end are aliens, yet where you find communal harmony reigning in the most unexpected places. A place with superbly developed and highly efficient mass transit systems yet no place to walk on the roads. A food heaven where you can sometimes find many gastronomic pleasures, but only if you turn a blind eye to the hygiene arrangements. Where the slightest move ahead sometimes means unravelling yards of red-tape, especially if you don’t know all the right people. Where ‘privacy’ is merely a word, and ‘graft’ a very significant piece of life. Where the concept of God is used by the deeply religious and the Godless alike. Where the seasons are perfectly delineated with no trespassing into the other’s territory. Where there are a hundred different Gods each with a special festival. Where localities comprise of effervescent rich, demoralized poor and unperturbed middle-class. Where apathy shouts from the rooftops and subjugates the softer voice of the truly concerned. Where two negatives don’t always make a positive. Where Myth, Magic, Mystical, Polluted, Crowded, Noisy, Rural, Poor, Tranquil, Metropolitan are only some of the words enveloping the surroundings.

A place where differently hued skins mingle to make the most colourful kaleidoscopes. Where lilting accents mix harmoniously in an orchestra of rolling syllables, unpronounceable tongue-twisters and guttural tones. A place which foreigners love to hate yet are inexplicably drawn back to.

And home to me. A beautiful country despite all the things going wrong with her.

In the land o’ Uncle Sam

this country with its contrasts. with its nasal twangs and strange vowels. with its freezing winters and sizzling summers. with its sporadic rains and heavy snows. with its elevators instead of lifts. with its sidewalks not footpaths. with its artificial smiles. with its omnipresent taco bells and soft drinks. with its evergreen malls. with its leafless fall, and flowerless spring. with its goodnight when its evening. with its coffee and cappuchino and frappuchino with no mention of tea. with its school buses and stop signs. with its varying speed limits and speeding tickets.with its immense self-importance and selfless charity drives. with its eight-hour weekdays and strictly no-work weekends. with its umpteen rules and regulations. with its 10 different variety of only potatoes. with its array of chain-stores, each a clone of the other. with its similar looking neighbourhoods, transplanted across cities and states. so you are often lost, and ironically, never lost. with a variety of organisations for the needy or poor, animals or others. with its voicemails and airtime minutes. with its food fascinations and weight-watching. with its car dependencies and people-less walks. with its beautiful christmas. with its pumped-up tourism and places to go. with its immigrants and locals. with its bewildering road network. with its long weekends and short workdays. with its paranoia about most things foreign. with its friendliness and reserve. with its expensive education and medicals. with its freedom, and past history of slavery. with its time meddling to save the daylight. with its under-patronised extensive, beautiful public library system. with its young money to splurge on everything and a day to celebrate every ocassion. or an ocassion to celebrate every day.

i dont know if i love it or hate it.