From Pages of My Dairy - Bloody Dusty Country

Today I crossed two old people ( Telgu Speaking from AP ) during my morning walk. They were talking to each other at top of their vocal chords, so I could hear their scrap conversation. They had probably returned after a long stay abroad, most likely from US / An European Country. One of them was reluctantly dragging along and said to the other " Come on, Lets go back. Don't you know its a bloody dusty country " and then he laughed and spoke some thing in telgu. I just boiled with in but refrained from venting out my anger. However I had a passing thought " what bloody nonsense. To hell with such bloody Indians with Dusty Mind Set ". And I walked off, cooling off my heals. I am happy like many of my countrymen in what we have and in what we are. We are the slumdog millionaires in mind and soul.