!SPIT()

Admist many a things, it happened to me once and i thought about it multiple time.

Well i saw a orphan "SPIT" lying on road, well that's a very common experience in India. I saw it, felt disgusted and automatically quenched my tongue back to help my saliva glands secrete a personal bout of saliva, which i will wobble inside my mouth to create spit. All this was a daemon process which is a reflex and i would spit on the spit, as an ovation or holy water that my spit is sacred enough to nullify someone's disgusting spit.

Well but post this event i thought, if i also spit then i burn down to the same category of the disgusting person and well my spitting doesnt change much (as the road's already marred). But then i had to do something from this to happen and atleast i dont want to be an active contributor to such an nonsensical but important stuff . What could i do i thought, as i was being torn into two segment the "Indian Action" and the "Non-Indian Developed Country Action". Well if was in Singapore maybe some police man could have spotted me and billed a 50$ fine. But in India i am all liberated. There's no-body to govern me in here, leave that no-one will even notice that i am spitting (over a spit). And if someone do notice it, at max he/she will gimme a screwed and disgusted look (as if it matters to me). Or if he/she is true indian in nature, he/she will spit back on the same spot or at somewhere in a near vicinity.

Is it important that what i am doing, some one has to discontinue right. Maybe i should be the bearer for the noble cause. To keep even my country clean ( well many Indians dont extend their toughts of cleanliness beyond the premises of their dwelling ).

But then for a new civilization to rise, the older one has to crumble. I had to squash my own instincts , crush them to dearth, i had to do it. I had to swallow the bout back again. I felt the path the saliva followed inside my body, and felt how my mind was liberated. I felt all this in a moment go. But i would like to remember for the rest of my life.

Well my Indian instinct was killed for this stuff but i was back at bargaining while buying Stevens from a local book shop. :D

Well not all Indian habit are bad.