Decline

Since many days I wished to write something that'd make sense. It's been a year doing M.S. and I am watching the new flock of students arrive everyday with an eye of an old, wise man. So every act of naivety performed by them is met by severe criticism. Inside my head ofcourse. But sometimes I feel who am I to judge people? Someone must have been disappointed in me too. People grow up over the course of time. They will too. They'll start finding their ways around difficulties, if not meeting them head on. Girls will learn to wield their power of being a girl as they'll be picked up for social events, lifted their luggage by and done their assignments in time by boys who just can't live their life without them. Life goes on.

I miss wise friends around me like old days. There was always something new to learn from them or atleast an inspiration to do something new and good. I am tired of this plastic reality where how many contacts you make has more importance than what you actually learn and should deserve. Learning has taken back seat and knowledge is a broken toy that people don't play with these days. Fortunately there are a few people whose lives inspire me to study but thousands outweigh the few sometimes. 

Right now there's a girl in my house, an Indian girl who just arrived in USA for her Masters is talking to her friend in loud pitch, fast paced, accent fueled English. Indians still think that talking in English in front of another Indian is the best way to show how civilized they are. Absolute rubbish gossip filled with "You know", "ummm", "awwww", "Cute", "dollors" and stuff that she thinks would make her look cool in our eyes rather than what she wish to talk. Bahh. Who cares?

Inner peace. I'll write something good soon. I so badly wants to.