September 11. A day of mourning and reminiscing the past. To all those people who have fought the war and died forever a hero. To all those people who wished their children would never die the way day did. And after a hundred years, not much has changed. The people who are dying everyday in Syria; those American guys who are in Afghanistan; no one is safe nowadays. Not even your sandwich cooked by your uncle's second wife (tried a bit of humor. Didn't laugh? Okay).
So what if two Big-ass nations don't want to secure human rights in Syria. Its like two fat people advise you not to eat McDonald's. I know my comparison doesn't make perfect sense, but you get it.
Anyway, Diwali is here. The way people celebrate is by putting lights on their balcony signifying they are Indians. I haven't put anything. Sue me. All I want to make some noise, but if I do the police will catch me and condemn me to Social service. Its one thing I hate to be told to do something, it's worse to be told in a language you hardly know.
Anyway, if I didn't wish you a Happy diwali, its probably because I'm not satisfied with my Diwali.
So what if two Big-ass nations don't want to secure human rights in Syria. Its like two fat people advise you not to eat McDonald's. I know my comparison doesn't make perfect sense, but you get it.
Anyway, Diwali is here. The way people celebrate is by putting lights on their balcony signifying they are Indians. I haven't put anything. Sue me. All I want to make some noise, but if I do the police will catch me and condemn me to Social service. Its one thing I hate to be told to do something, it's worse to be told in a language you hardly know.
Anyway, if I didn't wish you a Happy diwali, its probably because I'm not satisfied with my Diwali.
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