Happy 2008, all. Thanks to my very tight drinking schedule in India, I have not been able to respond to some of your comments. Awfully rude, I know, but typing under so much influence is hard even for an accomplished typer-under-influence like me.
Anyway, here's something that will make you smile. Yes sir, 2% of India's GDP will go towards healthcare. That's up from 1%.
The countdown to the flight back home has begun. A few days more, that's all. Mom's in a state of panic and depression already. "Can't you extend your stay?" Must. Not. Make. Eye contact. So I look down at my shoelaces. Those are some *awesome* shoeslaces, man. "Can't you just return?" I run out of the room, pretending to be interested in the test match playing on the TV. Breaks my goddamn heart, that question.
I used to have a well-prepared speech on Why I Can't Return. It was arrogant shit, plain and simple. It required a certain sneer for effective delivery, but it worked. Only now the thing doesn't work anymore. So if you have one that works, I would be very interested in hearing it.