Seriously, you think you know me?

I laugh when people call India a third world country.

I get mad when Indians talk about poverty ,blithely unaware about the lifestyle of folks in the villages.

I live with the latest and greatest gadgets but I still love to brush my teeth with Neem datun in the morning.

I never touched the Fat Free milk in Sunnyvale and yearned for Grandparents’ Haandi (slow boiled) milk with malai.

I’ve been to clubs, all kinds, no really, I’m the one you were so jealous of but I also love going to the natak mandli that was specially called coz …

I tried holding my laugh while watching your rare insights into wildlife exhibits even though I grew up in that wilderness.

I do know you are very touchy about hygiene, so am I but I also love going for you know what out in the fields.

While you are complaining about your laptop battery lasting less than 2 hours, I’m used to 18 hours of load shedding every day.

While you feel warm with the whole house heater, I feel the comfort by running in a t-shirt  and pyjamas in a mustard field at 6 AM in the morning.

Would you’ve been my friend if you really knew how down to earth, un complicated and doesn’t-know-anything of a farmer I am?