yeh joh des hai tera... swades hai tera...
tuhi toh hai rah jo sujhae... tuhi to hai jo yeh batae...
chahe to jis disha pe jaye... wahi des...*
i'm going home tomorrow... true its for like four days... but it feels great to feel it.. i'm going home tomorrow... yes aman i know mumbai is closer than new york.. but home is a feeling.. its about feeling a longing and a belonging...and trust me... in that sense mumbai is just as far away from home as new york... you travel the world and see the sights... you live your lives in many places with many people and for many reasons... but home is home... and eventually we all need to go back home.. even it is jus for 4 days...
someone asked me today if i really missed home that much.. and unabashed i said... yes.. i miss mum and dad and home.. and my friends and my cuzzas... i miss khan and habitat and iic.. i miss lodi road and vasant vihar.. i miss mickeys and niruals and tgif at priya and i miss aurangzeb road... i dont miss delhi.. but i miss home.. and i miss it terribly...
usually you get so caught up in your new lives and the compulsions of your job or whatever and you cloud your mind and your heart with things to do... and places to go... and miles to go... but the heart misses the feeling of home...
when u sit alone on the beanbag and put the lights out and listen to some tunes and smoke the sheeshee thats when it hits u... thats when it overwhelms you...
will u go back to delhi? i will.. eventually i have to.. familys there.. friends will come there... its home ya...
in xanadu did kublai khan a stately pleasure dome decree...**
*cf: Yeh jo Des Hai Tera, Swades
**cf: Kublai Khan, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
7 comments:
hmmm.. i know what you mean.. and even after going for a rocking holiday, its a great feeling to be back home... where u belong, feel 'settled' and 'at home'(!)..
Still... in mumbai. It must be nice to you have... "your" beanbag, "your" sheeshah, "your" tunes played on "your" music system... "your" bed... "your" pictures and paintings in the apartment... "your" apartment.
All the things you call "mine" and make up "me", are with you.
I get to be in a white-whashed hotel room. Unfamiliar and dismal at best.
The worst is that this bed isn't mine.
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I just got back from a brilliant holiday... what I love about being home is the fact that I know the quirks of my room AND the use of my own bathroom.
A bed that is not mine I can deal with, but there is nothing worse for than an unfamiliar bathroom.
read your post .. you made me sad .. I havent been home for over a year now and wont be able to go till the end of this year ... but just reading about delhi (which is where my heart calls home too) .. u made me homesick ..
enjoy your four days ... I'm going to get through the next four months some how!
@ unnati
well im back from my four day sojourn and i can tell u it wasnt even a begining... it actually hurts to go back for these short trips... cause it hurts to leave... its kinda catch22.. i die to go back.. and i die when i have to leave..
u cannot even begin to miss home the way i do... u taking a 4day trip from bombay to delhi is soooo much better than me taking a trip once a year(thats also not sure that i can go every year) and taking a 14hr flight just to get HOME...
Life's so much different now..home is still home where i wish i could keep goin back to but ive reached a point of making our house into home for us now..... <-- annoying 14hrs away :(
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