Okay, so I am guilty of not posting here in almost a week now and even my Mom sent me an email asking why I hadn’t written anything new
I tell you, that really takes the cake !
So what makes me sit down and post at 12:48 am, fighting sleep and ignoring the ache in my body from the gymming session this evening ? The answer to that perhaps lies in what happened today.
But before I get into that, I must tell you about what I did last week. Apart from going to the temple for Diwali on Monday, working on an assignment to turn in on Wednesday, and generally ensuring that Umang was getting closer to putting up a good performance for our own Diwali show this Saturday the rest of the time, I also happened to attend the Diwali show put up by Ashoka [the undergrad Indian association which has been around in Wash U for 12 years now] on Friday and I have to confess that it really was nothing short of superb. I was reminded of my own undergrad days and all the really good times we had being part of Saarang at IIT Madras
It makes me want to say, “Oh, those were the best days of my life” but I am not going to do that because it makes me feel like some pre-historic dinosaurus.
So today in my meeting with the Olin School chaps to sort out some of the final details like the programme schedule, I was appalled to find the callous attitude that some of us Indians seem to display about the Indian national anthem. I had to hear things like “Oh, it’s unnecessary” and “a waste of time – we are just celebrating, not being patriotic.” I stuck to my guns of course and it continues to remain on the schedule but as I later thought about it, it struck me that a sad fact is that many Indians just dont feel for their nation what I do. Such Indians are in fact, a most peculiar kind of race – they are not proud of their country, they ape the white man and are embarassed about singing their own national anthem.Why is it that we Indians are apologetic about being Indian ?
And why is it that I find myself getting so charged up about this ? Why am I so much more emotional about these matters than the average person and, myself about 3 years ago ?
Which brings me to something else – why do I find that I am a changed man ? When I used to be a person who avoided all conflict earlier, I almost revel in it now. I used to be everybody’s friend but now I have enemies. I used to be a man with infinite patience but now I flare up easily. I spare no one of my anger. Have I really become so much more belligerent ? Or is it that I care a hoot who likes me and who doesn’t ? Am I seen by the people around me as being childish ? Is it the mark of maturity to never show emotion ?
As I decide to wind up for the day and go to sleep, I think I already know the answer to all the questions.
I am a changed man.