Crossroad

“Isn’t’ she a Chinki?”… “No my dear friend she is an Indian, and to enhance your knowledge she comes from the North-Eastern states”, I tell grudgingly. The territorial movement of people within the country’s boundary has led to an intermixing among people of various ethnic, cultural and regional backgrounds. Bangalore , I consider, is a glaring example of this mixture. Being here you cannot avoid the hypocritical comments that people make with a displeasing air of superiority. The comments, based on a person’s attitude and behavior are generalized and targeted regionally. Belonging to the IT sector, which I consider is a well respected and   well educated lot; I was pained to see the degrading cliché’s that were doing the round for people of various regions. “UP ka bhaiya” “These Chinkis” “The mean mean Bengalis” “The show-off Delhi-ite” “These abroad running Telgus” “The shrewd and kanjoos Tamilians”   As if it was not enough to divide the country on the basis of rel...

“NO”, I said to myself angrily, this will not happen to me. I will not let this happen to me. But alas! What can I do, the feeling of helplessness started to bog me down. I tried painfully to gather myself up, tried to think hard about the limited options I had, very very limited indeed Thinking of options I suddenly realized the flight, if on time, should have landed by now. Taking deep breaths to keep myself calm I dialed the number… Beep..Beep and silent, well BSNL never changes whatever the situation. Constant redials did not help either and a feeling of frustration and fear again began to cloud my mind. NO! I had to talk to her, I had to at any cost...I told myself. Five minutes and forty redials later my hands began to tremble and eyes began to dampen AGAIN. In the mirror I saw a frail helpless figure as if waiting to crumble and suddenly broke down. The heart wanted to cry loudly and say “my beloved I love you and I need you in every breath of my life”, but it kept to silent moa...