Saw The Guru last night. I probably would've enjoyed it more if I didn't see it with my folks. Well, I didn't sit beside them but I did sit next to my sister who, at her age (18 y/o), to me, still is a kid. Our family is more on the conservative side. Anyways. The movie with its Indian actors and stuff reminded me of my high school. Not that the kids there were sex crazy (they were VERY conservative). I remembered the Indian dances in the gym, my teachers (majority of the faculty was Indian), the smell (oh the smell!...if by any chance one of them happens to stumble in here...my apologies...I'm sure it's not the genes, just the food you take in), and Gunjan's samosas (which she always offered, and I always declined except for one time when I went for a bite but that was it not coz it wasn't palatable but because it's spicy...blame it on my sensitive tounge). But it was only last night that I felt this regret for not appreaciating these fellow Asians more. They have a very rich culture and I didn't take in as much of whatever I can out of that experience, that opportunity. Oh well, at least I still have Gulshan, the only remaining connection to their world. He's Singaporean but of Indian descent. Cool guy. So what I'll do now is write him an email. Yeah, that'd be good.