LASERRR LIGHT SABERS AND MEN WITHH SWORDSS

Its so much easier, just writing down whatever comes in my head, than I had expected. Its so much easier to reveal all my deepest and the darkest of thoughts to complete strangers.

I have always liked strangers better than people I know personally. That’s probably why I never had problems making friends. It’s maintaining those friendships, which is hard.

There is a strange comfort in revealing your secrets to strangers. They don’t judge you, at least not openly. And once you’re done talking to them, they disappear into the world. You never see them again, never hear from them.

Anyway, about two days ago I attended the Closing Ceremony of the Commonwealth Games that was held in Delhi. It was SO much of fun. Though I wouldn’t say much about the actual ceremony. It was pretty decent. It got a bit boring in the middle during which I increased my score in “Brick breaker” (the shizzyest game in my blackberry curve). The whole experience was really great. There were marching bands, dancers, dancers who were dancing WITH swords (AWWE), LASERR LIGHTT SABERSS (Okay, a laser show. Duh.) And a pseudo concert where the different Indian performers performed a ton of Hindi songs.

They also sang, “we will rock you” and “tonight’s going to be a good night” which was sadly an EPIC FAIL.

When I think about it, the ceremony was a lot like an Indian wedding. Colorful and loud. But I loved every moment of it. When I close my eyes, I can picture myself sitting there again. Surrounded by a myriad of colours. The sky glittering with the remains of the firecrackers and music so loud that you can feel your bones vibrate and tingle inside you. I can almost feel all the people sitting around me, shouting and cheering, waving flags and streamers, standing up every time the Indian flag passed by. Just sitting there, gave me a strange feeling of ownership. Like I belonged, truly belonged to my country. And all those people who were sitting next to me in the stadium, who would normally be separated by different working classes and social norms, were all one. All together. Just supporting their country in one of its proudest moments. That day was a good day. In a country filled with misfits, who bumbled its way through the games preparation, nothing could’ve been more perfect.

“My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its office-holders.” --Mark Twain