I'm watching the victory march for Anna Hazare with my grandparents. My aunt is there with a few other relatives and friends. 

I cannot help being infected with the euphoria. Isn't the whole point of a democracy to implement the appeal of civil society peacefully through the administration? It took an old man to penetrate through my youthful pessimism. Who knows how this will turn out, but being a passive disparaging spectator while the country strives to change isn't going to make me feel any better about myself or where I live and operate. For all those who think the candlelight vigil at India Gate is overdone, I would like to say that beheron ko sunane ke liye dhamake ki zaroorat hoti hai. 

I am down with the influenza and all I've done all day is send ranting smses to Chunni and sing ye jawaani hai deewani at the top of my voice from under a razai. 

I feel a little better because of some ayurvedic concoction put together by my yogic of a grandpapa. 

There's no school like the old school. 

I just realized that this post is almost exactly like the last.


BUKHAAR KI MKC!!