Constable Consciousness is on a spiritual vacation, so Cinderella Free-Mind takes time from shining society’s boots and picks out her dancing shoes. Its liberty at the price of a beer, I’m on a talking spree today!!!
They called me to come to the US, where all of us Shopping Mall population were scheduled to have taken birth before the world moved a bit Westward and we touched ground on the wrong nation. So what? we wear denim and sneakers to formal occasions as weddings and “..muh..” buddy even speaks good Nigger lingo to impress the “..sistahs..”. We are almost “Them” as much as any slum-hunk here is Hrittik Roshan in his hand made worn-outs and Rs. 20 goggles.
“..We Rock it...” when we are happy and we “..Shit..” when we are sad. So much on the expressions department… who cares investing on the mother tongue when just two words take care of all the happiness and excitement of your life?
So I was looking forward to the trip as a cuckoo’s pilgrimage from the crow’s nest and went to this place where they mint passes called the VISA. The white gentle man behind the counter there, who wore full sleeve shirt and cotton trousers on formal occasions, quizzed me in an air of arrogance “..What makes you want to come to My country?”
A baffled moment of shame my friends: for a quarter century I never realized the pride in this simple expression called My .....
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