early arrangements.(a post by a friend)

ah?
an indian mother. an indian daughter. what can be better than to see them together.
if you happen to see one, eavesdrop on their conversation 'cause even i would.
it's wonderful, funny, depressing and full of, what to say, confusion?

what some people call gyan, or knowledge, to me is a bunch of early arrangements.
that guy, this and that.

yet it continues. it's the everyday conversation. education. marriage. children. death?

hm. i do not consider india as one whole country. it an overpopulated piece of land, where each and every state has it's culture. what does that have to do with anything? what does that mean?
that means you being of one state may not marry of the other. that is like marrying another ethnic group. they might be brown but, only the brown see the difference.

can the maharashtrian marry the keralite? the bombay boy with the malayalee?
no no no! no such nonsense is allowed!

che che che!

conversation maybe? if you happened to have not overhear one
mother: what can i do for you to forget him? stop talking to him?
daughter: [[silence]]
mother: you cant keep on talking to him. if he was malayalee...
daughter: if he was malayalee it would've made a difference?
mother: well, an educated one.
daughter: he's indian. indians are so complex. let it be. leave me be.
mother: i cant. you know if you go with him, you will never see me again.
daughter: [[silence]]
mother: what about that boy? remember? your friend? he's educated and all. he's very nice.

in this case the him/he or whatever is NOT malayalee and that's the big deal. he's indian but not malayalee. he might be a retard but, he's not a stuck up malayalee. the boy at the end happens to be someone who came to her mind and would be okay with her if the daughter did anything with the boy. good.

what is it? india is going to be one of the biggest countries in 10 years? okay.

neat!!!!!!!!!!!!

Free to decide

The Cranberries

It's not worth anything more than this at all
I live as I choose or I will not live at all

So return to where you've come from
Return to where you dwell
Because harassment's not my forte
But you do it very well

I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all
I'm free to decide, I'm free To decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all
at all, at all

You must have nothing more with your time to do
There's a war in Russia and Sarejevo, too

So to hell with what you're thinking
And to hell with your narrow mind
You're so distracted from the real thing
You should leave your life behind (behind)

I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all
I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)

I'm free to decide, I'm free to decide
And I'm not so suicidal after all (at all, at all)

At all, at all, at all




so i am free to decide and so are you. no one else has the right to do it for you and you shouldn't let anybody else do it.