A city is only as good as the people surrounding you... Your impressions about a city, are but only manifestation and exaggerations of the people around you... You move into a new city... Find some familiar faces, or better still, become friends with the unfamiliar faces and all of a sudden, the city is friendly... You have a comfortable life... The best city in the world... On the other hand, you come into a city and you find politically motivated pseudo-friends, back biters, a couple of bitter experiences... and viola! you have your very own personal nightmare.
But what happens when you live in the same city where you have always lived... the friendly city... the best city in the world... and the familiar faces change... the quality of experiences change??... What happens when your dream and nightmare start getting mixed up?
The familiar faces around me have started changing.... the rare faces that still remain, have started showing streaks of unfamiliarity... come to think of it, adjusting to the changes inside your home is more difficult than moving into a new home altogether... There is some ego inside you that rages on... How could this happen?! How could a gregarious person like me end up like this? It must be someone else's fault.... Then there there is some naivety inside you that questions on..... Did I do something wrong? Have I got left behind here just because I didn't get up when everybody else did?.....There is some spark of optimism which trudges on.... so what if they are gone? I'm still the same guy! I can make new friends! The dream shall prevail.... and finally, there is some darkness inside you that makes you write this blog...
