going home again...

another pile of goodbyes.. but this time... its not a little pile but infact a single large one. My suitcase reminds my flatmate of a pregnat woman. now that's something... how I managed to pack everything in it is a tale of wonder.. besides cursing it and zipping painstaking micron by micron I at one time did my best Space Odyssey imitation.. by jumping on the bag like an awakened ape... my Monolith was finally zipped up. The remains of my life scattered around the room.. Let me collect my life into a portable form. Two Suitcases and a Carry bag.. my life.

I'm leaving my super efficient little home for the last 7 odd weeks and heading home.. back to Rajma Chawal and traffic jams... bad driving and dirty air.. hehe.. yeah yeah and I'm so glad... a quick stopover at home.. before heading to Ithaca and another half year of scholarly pursuits... I long to be with the familiar again and it seems so strange that I'm already feeling sad for the little time I'll have... it's almost like I don't have time to be relieved...

But I am so glad for the Fort Palace trip... It'll give us much needed time to be alone.. that day will have to last a hundred and eighty more... It will have to, we must make it.. there's no option.

as I bid farewell to Nanyang Technological Univeristy and Ez-Link cards and OCBC bank.. I feel nothing. as always.. oh u cold cold man... I smile a mischevious smile.. oh well..!

to another dawn and another chapter.. but I'll be back here.. I'm not completely done with this place just yet...

here's to a happy landing...

I'm blogging on the plane back home.. ok now I am excited.. which is why Im bloggin on the plane.. of course this is just a notebook file and Im gonna have to cutcopypaste the piece but what the helll...

Ok so firstly the freedom of all those client calls.. its exhillarating... then meeting Gopikaa yesterday evening in Mumbai just set the tone for the weekend.. Im home... to my frineds.. to family to familiarity... Even Akshu sms'd saying welcome back! My first sms from him in the 10 years cellphones have been around! haha just kidding...

I was talkin to Donny as he congratulated me on my move back from 'this rat hole' to 'rajma chawal' as he put it.. and I was telling him how Ill probbaly be sick of the damn place in a month but what the hell... nothings perfect.. well except for onion pink cherry blossoms in winter and al fakheer gold aniseed... but then thats a different story all together... oh BTW i have abandoned my sheesha in Mumbai! giftd it away... imagine that shite!
dedigressing... nothings perfect and it could just be a matter of the least likely to kill you...

Chennai was a nightmare which turned into a slow moving disparity.. Mumbai was a whirlwind which became a tedious repetition of travel interrupted by night clubs and lounge bars... Lets see what Delhi's like this time around...

here's to a happy landing...

a little pile of goodbyes

sitting here... on this bed ive called home for the last twenty months or so.. and i see bare walls where memories hung.. and empty tables and shelves where identities were stacked in particular orders... lots of packed boxes and packets.. string tied and brown tape tight.. a life packed into a little heap of luggage...things bought things borrowed things stolen and things thought lost... all in a little pile of goodbyes...

leaves u a certain emptiness.. no matter how much ive been wanting to leave.. now that i finally am.. it does prick a little.. a little uneasiness.. this itch in the throat that isnt harmful but does keep cuming up every once in a while... my only sense of reality and entertainment remains here under my fingers.. as i type away another chapter not of this blog.. but of my life.. as is meant to be.. as i move on to bigger brighter memories.. experience the sense of loss.. not of places.. and familiarities but of people.. people met and people not met enough.. people loved and people not loved honestly.. people forgotten.. and people who i wish i could forget.. but cant... people people people.. isnt life a series of associations.. places and priorities yes.. but mostly people.. on a string i tirade the phantasmagoria of these people.. like running through your phonebook and sending those.. hey long time kiddo.. whats the scene messages every once in a while in a desperate attempt to hold onto associations as you skip places and cities and jobs and priorities and time time time always gnawing away at all of these.. clawing and trying so hard to hold onto some semblance of reality of what was what is and what will be...

the wheel of time turns and the ages come and pass
until memory fades to legend, legend to myth and even myth is long forgotten
when the age that gave its birth comes again...
in an age yet to come.. an age long past..*

i sigh.. a long sigh of goodbye to my soulful mumbai...

*cf: The Eye of The World, Book 1 - The Wheel of Time by Robert Jordan