Stop this

Ah, it's been a while.

Yea, I've finally gotten down to doing the blog post that I've wanted to in a while.

When I was in India, I realized something. I realized that you can tell a lot about a person just by looking into their eyes. Cliche and as crappy as it may seem, they really are the windows into a person's soul. But that's when everything confuses you. I'll explain. When you look at that little kid, who's laughing, screaming and playing wearing torn clothes, running around in a slum what would you expect? You'd expect his eyes to show resentment about the situation he is in. You'd expect anger, hatred and sorrow. But what DID I see in those eyes? I saw innocence, excitement and just plain joy. Now that's not right is it? But take a look at his parents. The one's who're sitting down on the pavement on the cardboard box that for all means and purposes is the house they live in. You can see all of that in their eyes. The pain. The pain of watching a young boy who should be schooling, playing sports, watching TV and doing what a normal 10 year old would do. But here he is playing around in the mud without shoes to wear. Sitting in the car at that traffic light was almost painful.

And the cause for all this sorrow? Ah. That's another story all together. The politicians. These people stand in front of news cameras every day and preach to the world their ideals and promise multiple times every day that they can change the world for the better. And the poor people of my country lap up all the bullshit they spew insincerely and vote them back into power everytime a goddamn election comes around. Not that one is better than the other. It's obvious. From their eyes. All you see is a self serving, holier than thou attitude that is slowly if not steadily running the country into the ground. They don't give a flying shit about the people. Haha, you wish. That's just the pre-electoral talk. After they're in its about money.

And the worst part is? I spent the better part of a 1 and a half hour flight where I could have been reading, listening to music, or watching that cute flight stewardess with that cheeky smile, thinking about this. And getting angrier and angrier as the minutes passed. I really want to do something for my country. The people most importantly. Something MUST be done.



Anyhooo. Yea, feels good to now have that off my chest. Went out on Saturday for Syaks farewell party. It was really sad that she's leaving. But the ties that have been made won't be severed that easily I guess. I went there to have all the fun I could, and I did! haha.

38 more days.

Cheers.