I don't love Hamburger that much :D

Well, studying in an elite college located in a small 'sleepy' town in India, the only way to make up for the lost time and make it big in life, before it was too late, is what? What choice does a middle class Indian boy, who is very risk-avert has? Yes, my relatives and friends and well wishers know the answer. Don't tell me you don't.

Ok, you were close. No it's not that league of prestigious institutes in India. I mean, you still become big-shot that way. But dude, you miss out on certain things, the bigger perspective.
By now, unless you are really screwed up, you know I am talking about going to Merica(did I miss out the A). Ok, there are many states over there too, like India. But they are more united, and so we call them the United States of America.

Of course, there are many other countries where the majority population has a fair complexion with high libido. Some of them are very developed too. It's only Natural to dream to be there.
I wont deny that I tried to be there too and will again try, because that's what is NATURAL. I almost got my opportunity to put my teeth on the cherished "Hamburgerrr". But, then somethings happened over which I had no control. Recession it was. Considering my average academic track record which was only declining from bad to worse, I definitely did nt appear as bright and docile to be enslaved to slog more in the name of innovation and creativity. So, I did not manage funding. Ok, I forgot all those with time. I had bigger worries. It was a while, I did nt get laid.

Anyway, I had come to gather that it would be only next to impossible to address my growing concerns and aspirations in a 3rd world country with much corruption. They meant to say, there are no nude beaches and strip clubs. People live with their family, they just cant get laid like that. It doesnt mean they won't, for principles. But I felt no hurry. I guess I was a little tired and very happy to get out of my elitist company.

Of late, though, staying in India and eating Idlis instead of burgers (I can choose between both though) I have come to realise that it is difficult to run away from misery! Strangely though, I did not think my miseries would end if I left the country and went to US. I somehow continued thinking that my miseries are more to do with me than people outside.

Anyway, we are digressing. I mean I am, while writing.

I don't like pizzas really. I don't know where it originally is from, because I really don't care to know. To pay for such shitty food with excess cheese and dried frozen vegetables, I had to be really mindless. Anyway, I had enough of masala kulcha in my college days to try pizza. I do like sandwiches and burgers. But I often dont go to KFC because there is one guy who is closer by my house and makes decent ones at a fair price. Imagine, crossing the sea for that.
We all know, why we want to go to USA. Oh Yes! $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ but some people will (not) beg to differ(yes). Ok, Blondes? Sorry, you meant quality of work, environment and climate? I am quite perverted actually, to be honest.

Not all those who end up going there are perverted. There are many brilliant minds with good ideas who actually get appreciated in that country, which is more liberal and congenial for meritorious/hard-working people. SHIT, do you know what their charter of independence says? All men are born equal. But anyway, who cares. Thomas Jefferson is dead. So is John Locke. If not for the neo Americans, we would have never worn, eaten and done stuff that makes life pleasant and bearable, sitting in India( a very hot country, especially down south and poor in the east).

I never wore much Jeans in college days. It is fucking hot there where I lived for completing my education. There, you will sweat a lot and smell foul unless you use Deo or just don't care how you smell. So, I used to wear comfortable cotton trousers to beat the heat. Anyway, I just didnt understand how to get girls back then. So, I thought why make myself uncomfortable also by wearing denim in tropically hot climate. I could never emulate the perceived American way of living. I never had the clue how to do it. Also, I find Baskin Robbins way too costly for wat it is of worth.

There may be other reasons why Indians prefer to go to America, eat hamburgers, ok now you also get veg burgers and veg steaks( :P) in India to fulfill the not-so-intelligent or less-influential, poor Indians' dreams of America at their doorstep. I know inside, they react like Steve Martin as Jacques Clouseau on tasting the first dhmmwwaagrre. I could never figure out anything else, except that it is just another country where people have a higher income and lifestyle and we feel good to look at them and consider ourselves to be a part of their society. Like some dogs who behave wild in the forest, may be because they see the tigers and then those who live in crowded places, forget their wild habits for some damn reason.

It is only of late, I earn enough to buy even Adidas apparels and shoes, though I look obese enough to not really present a sporty look despite the world's best brands. Americans on the other hand, have been instrumental enough to create a fantastic image of their country in the minds of Indians through their intelligent advertisements and propaganda through the visual media, which are not all untrue. It is like if you tell a kiddo that you can pay some 500 bucks for sex, and not say about the STDs he can get from the hooker upon doing that, why would he not do it actually? Any rational guy will do it, of course he has to be a little desparate(which I can appreciate) and quite ignorant(which is normal). So, Indians also fall in the trap and do eat the hamburgers!

Coming back to the point(there is no point inside a blog), my concerns have risen and fallen with time. I may end up going there to be recognised in the society, else they would not give me a chance to speak and feel like an achiever. And, if I dont muster enough courage to do something on my own, which is again way too difficult, America will remain a sweet dream, the ladder to the luxuries and comforts of life that will take my breathe away, or wait, will it forever?

P.S. This is not America bashing. I have not been there, dont know more than 10 Americans in reality. How can I comment on them? This is just about us.