The world as I see

The phone rang and I wondered who it might be.On hearing my friends voice after a long time, I was happy to hear from him. After completing college, he had decided to move to US, for his masters. He completed his masters and took up a job there thinking he would stay for few more years, before returning back to India. Its been 9 years now and he hasn't returned back yet.He is happily settled in US now. But he still remembers each and every thing about India.He misses days he spent here. When I asked him if he ever wished to come back here, he replied "This place has opportunities. Its so clean and everything is so systematic.It will be difficult for me to adjust to India now". On hearing this I asked "Won't you ever return back to India then?" To this he added "Just see how chaotic that place is. And then there is so much of struggle for existence at each and every step. And besides, you can never change the mindset of people, in India.Tum kitna bhi j

It was still Wednesday, which meant a few more days for a weekend to arrive. Weekend after a long hectic week at work, meant like a fresh breeze in a hot Indian summer. Radha glanced first at her watch and then at a huge mass of vehicles ahead of her "Will I be able to make it to office on time?". This was the question that crossed her mind as she saw no signs of traffic easing. She looked around. There were people on bikes, in cars, in buses, in auto-rickshaws, in cabs and in all sort of vehicles found typically on the Indian roads. The vehicles surrounded her from all sides. She could hear engines roaring noisily, burning all the precious fuel and emitting all toxic gases to this environment. With most of the trees cut down for widening roads , she wondered who will clean this polluted air. Most of the people on the roads were youngsters, mostly of her age, rushing to their workplaces. Nobody had time to think about trees, air, pollution or fuel getting over one day. They