“Tonight this fool’s half way to heaven and just a mile from hell
and he feels like going home”
Bruce Springsteen (Almost)
Like clockwork, I would grow grumpy on the day of departure from home. In all the four years that I spent at College of Engineering (Pune) Hostels, each time I left home (Nashik) to go back to the Hostels, my mood would take a drastic downturn.
I would procrastinate on getting my bag packed. To every question that my mom asked, I would reply icily. Eventually they left me alone in my child-like sulking. It wasn’t until I awoke next morning, on my one inch thick bed at the hostel, and made my way to brush my teeth in front of what certainly can’t be called a polished mirror, that I accepted the fact I was finally not at home.
Sulking simply wasn’t an option when I hauled 64 kilos and then some through the Mumbai Airport and left India. How would sulking help? I wasn’t going to see my family again for a while and I simply was to accept that fact. It is a different kind of sadness. One that has no antidote.
Except perhaps when I make my way home again.
A superior form of anticipation… One that trails like an angelic halo as you make your way through security checkpoints, check in, waiting lounges and countless time zones. You arrive finally in humid Bombay nights to the same smiling faces you remember when you last departed.
The circle is complete. It starts at home, it ends at home. An unadulterated happiness.
nice one yet again! :))
see you soon!
When are you going “home”?
Loved ur post 🙂
waiting for a ring!
good u r going home… I love the week before leaving for home the best… the moment the flight takes off, the reverse count down begins… have a great time….
Ash: Thanks!
Pratap: Thanks! I leave today… are you coming too?
Upasna: Will do.
Divi: I completely agree. Even as I wait for my cab to the airport, I find myself complaining already of how little time I have in India!
the best, the absolute divine chocolate like best, is when the plane circles over bombay, and i can stick my nose onto the little glass window and try to figure out which part is which…
Dunna, Dushyant,
We love you. You almost made me cry. You write too well. You had option of sulking while going to Pune but what about Mom ? She had to actually prepare so many things for your going and had to supress her own feelings. Your coming and going raise equal waves of happiness and feeling of being helpless. We love you and keep on coming to us. We are happy that you are happy.
Baba & Aaee
Damn!!!!!!!!!
everyone’s going back to India
i am stuck here
but have to say that it aint that bad
nicely written
if you could write a post about the Batmobile, the one in Batman Begins
Shreya: Perhaps, if Mumbai were home. Rather, i much prefer the distinct change in air quality and ambient temperature as I approach my city of Nashik.
Kappa: Thanks! Why the Batmobile?