Tuesday, February 8, 2011

I Miss You

I miss your smile and your laugh. The way you yelled at me, the way you encouraged me. I miss your presence. I miss you. I miss the way you stood tall. I miss the way you made everyone laugh. I miss being able to look at you and know everything is going to be ok. I can't believe you left. It's hitting home now, and I'm not ready to accept it.
How could you have left me?
All alone.
I miss the way you called me nicknames. I miss the way you sang sukoo sukoo.
I miss your love, your anger, your guidance.
How am I supposed to deal with this?

Evolution

Protesters standing united.


Chirstians protecting praying muslims

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Dreams



These three months have been the longest of my life. I desperatly want to leave the city. Take me back to the mountains, please. I caught my annual cold today its gross. I wanted so bad to go out to Banff, but it looks like I won't be able to go until the weather gets better. Or even to that place in my long forgotten dreams... Venice. The piture of the water is Maligne Canyon an amazing hike, and of course there's Venice. Bloody Gorgeous.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Leaving Home.




For a long time I wanted to know what my ancestry is like my parents were born in India, but raised here. People would often critisize us for not being "brown enough". I didn't understand. So I got myself an Indian penpal to try to see the Indian perspective and I talked him today. He currently lives in India, and he wants to come to Canada or the States. Don't get me wrong I love Canada with a passion I can't explain its my home, my life, my pride, the place I was born, where my parents grew up where I grew up, and I could go on forever. But my penpal doesn't have that kind attachment to India, which I found strange. Canadians are notoriously famous for our lack of nationalism, and I honestly thought Indians had a lot more nationalism than us. I mean, I think after seeing so many bollywood musicals I would expect for him to have more nationalism then me.(Obviosly I'm stupid if I'm basing something on a musical but eh? it was a subconscious idea). I guess not. He says he wants to be a "big man" which I assume means that he wants to earn big money interpreting from his letter.
I wonder what it is that draws Indians to immigate?
Is it the New World dream to come and economically prosper?
He has so many servants, a house that triples the size of mine, his parents own a business that other people run, whats more economically prosperous than that? And there are BILLIONS of consumers.
I'm not a business expert but if he can manage to start up and launch a business in India thats a huge market. Yes I know I'm a science major so I should shut up and focus on what I know.

I know that India is amazingly exotic and has great history, I know that it has corruption and poverty too. I know that Canada is accepting, and I know that there are faults in our judicial system, and that disparity is on the rise. But at the end of the day I want to help make this world a better place because thats it, the first trait that UNICEF discovered about Canada. Globalization is our culture.

So what is it about Indian culture that drives people to leave the country? Or tells them that life is easier over here than it is in India?

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Letter's to God. From my brother.

Dear God,

My name is Sean and I am 9 years old. I wanted to know where you live? and what are your hobbies? I am very eager to know how old you are? How did you create Earth and the rest of the universe? Please answer so that my sister believes that your there.

Thank you,

Sean
PS (is there a lot of video games where your from, I'm really good at Black Ops)

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Winter fairytale- we had 25cm+ of snow!





Then he looked to my empty hand and said without your wand you can't do anything. I laughed and said my wand is like my right hand. Even if I didn't have it I would exist and thus so would my magic. He scoffed, and I began to fly straight up into the air my arms waving creating thousands of sparkling flakes around me. The snow fell and fell. I looked down and smiled.
I exist.


Friday, January 28, 2011