Who am I???

I Salvage a great deal of Pride when people know me as

Sarathi's son in Kanchipuram
Srini's brother @ my apartment
Prasanna's classmate in my college
Archana's student in MetLife
Srikkanth's roommate in Appleton
Ambika's friend @ Charlotte
Murali's buddy @ New York!!!

At times, I feel I never have an identity without you guys! :-) Thanks a ton!!!!
But when it comes to people's heart I still stay there as "Seshadri" ;-)

So what do you reckon??? ;-)

To NewYork with Love! - 2

China Town probably is the busiest place in New York :-) Lot's of police and lots of crime. Should it be the other way around? :-) Never mind. As we rushed into the "Goto" bus office (a room full of boxes, posters and benches) we were informed that the bus to Washington has already left.

"But... wasn't it supposed to be at 7?" - Murali

A beautiful Chinese girl replied - "It got full and left"

"Then what about the reservation we made?" - This is Murali showing the ticket to the representative.

The bus had no reservation options as such atleast for shuttles.

It's only an option to pre-pay :-) and the best part is we have to rush into the bus to pull up a seat for ourselves. If we lag, then someone else takes it up and we should wait for the next bus to return from Baltimore as standing is not allowed. A scenario typical to boarding mofussil buses in my country. It was total fun.

As a bus arrived in front of the office after an hour I ran to board it even before someone can get down and secured 5 seats with my bag and me completely lying on a seat :-) Aiyaa (Rajesh) swiftly followed me to secure some more seats and finally it happened to be a bus going to the shed. We laughed at ourselves and half an hour later we boarded a bus in a similar fashion to start off to Washington DC.

The bus, to my surprise had a restroom and a wireless internet connection. It was awesome and comfortable. I browsed a little, spoke to my friends on phone and finally leaned on my best friend's shoulder as we discussed our past, present and future through the rest of our journey. We missed Mani and that's when our plan to travel to Los Angeles together sparkled. I didn't fail to revisit my hectic day as the bus was speeding at 100 miles an hour towards the most powerful capital in the world.

----Beginning of Retrospection------

Boss engira Ramalingam started along with me Murali and Aiya from the apartment as we strolled down the beautiful streets of New York. Radha with his brother "Kuzhanthai" (as I call him) joined us at the summit of concrete Mt.Empire State and Masthan from Minneapolis joined us at the China Town. Ketha (Murali's roomie) helped me by giving his bag. Chella paandi dropped off the trip due to a production move scheduled that weekend. Lunch at Madras Mahal and a foto shoot with the Empire state were the only relaxed moments of the day. Otherwise I was on a plane, train or bus all the day. Else I was running.

----End of Retrospection------

I lost 5 LBs when I returned home 4 days later

Revolution ;-)

I argue a lot. I am viewed as an obstinate persuader. I am not in a deep consideration to change my ways after all. If at all I quit, there is only one reason. The opposition is too dumb and adamant, highly insensible and can’t maintain relevance. Sometimes I am wrong. Strictly, only sometimes. I don’t like definitions qualifying the examples. It should be vice versa. When I tell you a statement and brief it with an example, if you bring in an absolutely irrelevant trait of the same example and initiate a new discussion deviating from the crux of the original problem statement, I get pissed off. Had it been 5 years back, I would have literally thrashed the person who does such an insensible thing. These days I am growing more patient. It’s on the verge of this happening; I usually quit an argument (for me it’s only a conversation). Not that I don’t have a point to make but pursuing further is insanity.

One of my friends asked, if you are so inclined about changing the ways of life with your talks, why don’t you create a revolution? Why don’t you become a revolutionary? Here’s what I told him

I don’t want to be a revolutionary because

I am born in India. I will loose all my happiness in life to become a martyr. Later, a chapter about me will appear in the 5th grade Tamil Language text book under the state board syllabus. Even my grandchildren won’t read it. Even if they do, they will scold me heartily. People will probably erect a statue for me in marina beach. Wait… there is no space already. Secondly I should have been a revolutionary in the Dravidian movement to deserve that, portraying Tamil to be the best language in the world, Tamil speaking people to be the most revered, feared and adored in the world apart from calling other languages, culture and communities a total crap. I am an Aryan by birth as per the rulers of my state. So I don’t qualify for that honor in first place. Even if it happens in the least probability, the crow will spit on me (my statue) every day. Politicians and other revolutionaries will honor my statue with a garland on my birth day and death day every year with a fake smile and crocodile tears. The crow’s act is far better than this. They will make and break the statue as the rulers change and revolt happens. First of all they will shoot me dead. OMG!!! How can I forget that?

Fine now, if I don’t get a statue, I will at least get a street named after me. The name board will be in the corner of the street where housewives will accumulate garbage, small children (only?) will excrete and dogs will piss off. The only benefit is that I would have become a part of the Indian history. I am already now :-)

I will have a small house in a remote village near Chennai which will become my memorial later. The dark and deserted place will function as a place of illegal and illicit activities like, pre-marital sex and drug smuggling, all through the year.

There are few other revolutionaries who aren’t my kind. They call themselves the people’s servant and have all their earnings (not from legal sources ofcourse) distributed amongst their relatives while they still lead a simple life and stay poor. They did the greatest sacrifices the world has ever seen. Don’t worry people will believe and the history will repeat. Who knows? May be they will become Gods after 100 years.

Instead I can choose this. A honest earning, a 6 digit salary, a 5 bedroom apartment, a 4 wheel drive, 3 good friends, 2 cute children and 1 sweet heart.

Hey wait a moment… before you go!

If the destiny has in it that I should become a revolutionary one day, then “SO BE IT!” :-)