The Desi Connection

I just finished watching Kuch Kuch Hota Hai with my roommates. They are nice guys and ABCDs - more or less. It was like watching an India-Pakistan match sitting in the Pakistani section of the crowd. If my reaction upon seeing Kajol or Rani Murkherji on the screen would be, wow! Those guys would like. She is not hot. I want hot chicks! It is not that I do not fancy hot chicks. But for you at that time its just out of context. Its like talking about politics in a math class.

The connection is never there. They can never identify with me, my tastes. Nor can I identify with theirs. Even the sense of humor is different. You laugh with them because they find it funny. Not because you find it funny. The place where I spent 21 years of my life, and the connections and values established there, is what I am made up of. Its just different.

Its only a very few people you come across in life who can identify with you and you can identify with. With whom you keep going to the same restaurant over and over again and not get bored. With whom you can watch a movie - whether good or bad - and enjoy it. From whom we do not have the fear of being judged. These people whom we call friends and family.