Yes, I am a hippie, a traveller. I do not have long uncombed tresses or wear loose pants, nor do I sit beside the Ganga and smoke weed all day (even though I would love to do that) but I am a traveller. I experience, I search, I explore. I am open to new ideas, new things and new ideologies because I belong to an age where getting stuck on a single point can prove disastrous. It has brought an end to civilizations, made wars happen, and it will not stop at intolerance, it will go far beyond that, into the murky shady world of nuclear wars and pain. Suffering and blood. Why is it so hard for people to see that? To see that we don’t have a lot of time, and we must make use of what we have with peace, harmony and love? Love can make the world go round, and I’m not talking about lustful love, I mean love as compassion, friendship and above all acceptance. Accept people for what they are, what they believe in, what they wear, whom they want to have babies with, accept each and every thing about a person, especially if it goes against the accepted conventional norms of a society. Because isn’t change the sign of progress?