Of words and vibes

I've been walking around the fly-over filled outer ring of Bangalore these days and all I see is people spitting unceremoniously on the pavement, on dirt roads, into water puddles and almost anywhere and everywhere. And to my chagrin, even educated folks flaunting branded hi-end fashion apparel walk out of malls, only to spit outside on the road. The situation is really, really awful. Spitting in public places is as bad a  health hazard as smoking in public, I guess. According to website SpitfreeIndia , spitting spreads swine flu, tuberculosis, pneumonia and gastro-intestinal diseases. The Indian Railways, I believe, spends about Rs. 1.5 crores every year in cleaning and scrubbing the spit marks, every year. I think there is even a law that prohibits people from spitting in public places but I don't see it being implemented anywhere. The need of the hour is awareness - people need to be educated about keeping their environs clean - for their own well-being and that of other

It's been quite a while since I wrote anything in my blog. I've been busy with so many little things going on in my life. Some of them were just fantastic. And some of them not so great. Actually, when things don't go the way, you want them to,  frustration sets in. You start with denial, then comes anger and then comes introspection. You go in, dig deep and figure out what went wrong and try to make sense of it all. That's exactly the state I'm in, right now. It's like those American romantic movies where the hero takes long walks on the beach, sips sadly on a cup of coffee or glares at his face in the shop window (and the heroine eats loads of ice-cream and chips!) because he has recently had a bad break-up, while sad romantic music plays in the background. Coming back to my story, I am at a point in life where I am really questioning my dreams, hopes and beliefs. And I was seriously considering giving up on my dream and moving on to lesser, easily achievab