Hey,
I have finally managed to enter the world of blogging...the credit goes to the MBA which has put me (of all the people) into the habit of continuously doing something. The third semester being officially over today and about 3 days to go for "day-0" of placements, I am left with pretty much nothing to do and have thus chosen this path.
While I am typing this, there is a spell-binding scenario seen from my fifth floor balcony. I hear the sounds of rain & thunder as the omnipresent green horizons are faded by the rain, wind causing waves in the falling water (just like what we see in Hindi films when the "actress" is standing in the rain wearing a chiffon sari and a lace blouse and is embarrassed of the situation, which of course she didn't think would arise when she was in front of the mirror!). I feel like having tea while I am looking at this, but the thought reminds me of my home.....
Home; place where I can lie in the position I want to, looking at anything I feel like, and wearing anything I am comfortable in. Home; place where the juniours are going today. Home; place where I spent 21 years of my life. Home; place which brings to my mind the most nostalgic emotions. Home; place which dictionary.com primarily defines as “a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household”, but still fails miserably to capture its meaning. Home; where you return to when you feel like you want to stop feeling. Home; place which, to me, still remains but an abstract noun.....just like a major chunk of my dictionary. Home; place where I can have the amount of tea I like, just the way i like it.
But coming back to tea, I see that the rain has stopped, the sky is clear and the spectacular window by the table (which is much more advanced than an electronic canvas) is now portraying a sunset; which tells me that I am again going to be late for tea in the mess.....I'v got to hurry!
Hasmukh :)
6 comments:
u just made me an amateur... wish you many more terrific posts and a global readership
I saw the gloomy sky out of my window while you were having tea. It says that the gloominess is actually there because we see it from a low height the same is about life, the more you fall the more gloomy it becomes. The essence of life is in to rise above the dirty atmosphere which was by then cleaned by the rain and see from there how it looks, both the life and the sky are as beautiful as you can rise above the rest of mankind.
Rohit Sharma
hey.......
loved every word!!
u ve got a fan already...
shall watch out for more and more frm u genius!! :)
I once heard this and thought there wasn't a better way to describe it: "Home is where you can scratch yourself the way you want any where you want." (God knows who said it, I forget).
I want some bhajiya with my tea please. It's been raining here also lately. Love the Indian rains and miss them terribly.
Welcome to the world of blogging! I'm looking forward to more of it. :)
Well well well.... Look who lost his virginity!!!.... Good one MayHool.... good one.... you lucky dog.... you are getting 4 comments (5th one, being mine) for your very first blog post... whereas I've got hardly 2-3 for the 16 that i've wrote till now!!!.. Chal anyway, every doggy has a day... I'll opt for a night!!... continue posting... and try to make the post more cheerful yaar... I get confused!!.... Main to Localite Hostelite hoon... to pata nahin chalta ke main hasun ya roun...
One more definition of home:-
Ghar aetle char divaal
Ghar aetle char "di" "wahal"
Dharti no chhedo ghar.
Vatan aetle...
vatan aetle maan no chero
tulsikyara no diwo
thakorji ni aarti no rankaar....
bolaave gher ssanje,
BA na samu swajan hoy...
can't write more I am "senti"
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