My Hometown.

My place is always my own. Here 'm a stranger, a tourist in an unknown land, who came to seek the gold pot at the end of the rainbow. But till now not even the rainbow has come out of its hiding place.

I was a person who cheered for Pakistan in cricket and who prayed India to lose her crown in Miss World (but i was just 6 years, so guess it can be forgiven).


But now after living with her for more than half of my life i began to respect her, take pride in been her daughter, to have a space in her land and to be known to others as hers.


When compared to this strange land she may not have the perfect silky roads. But i can go where ever i want or walk till my feet ache and without fearing any sun stroke.


She may not have sophisticated malls and hangouts. But the street chaats and exhibition grounds reveal part of her soul, culture and lot of memories.


She may not have a 10 on 10 ruling authority but everyone enjoys the power. She doesn't show partiality in religions. For her every religion is the same and everyone is her child.


She doesn't believe in monopoly. A different telecom company is born every day offering the least call rates or even zero rates for their existence. But due to which I can actually talk to my people without checking my credit thrice in five minutes.


Her shopping outlets may not be air conditioned but they won’t burn a hole in your pockets.


She may not provide a stable electric power 24x7, but always opens the door to the freshness of nature.


The rain at her place may ruin your plans but keeps you cool during your grumpiest hour and will be your companion in solitude.


The beaches may not be seen with white sand, palm trees and calm, clear, blue water but it comforts and soothes your soul.


After dark it may not be safe to roam about in her land, but the courage and feeling of independence she provides is immense.


The street eat-outs won't be providing you with international cuisines but will serve you with a genuine smile.


The people in her land even thou a bit narrow minded, value family and relations above their job, status or worldly pleasures.


It’s said, ‘You don't realize the value of something unless u lose it.' Here i didn't lose anything, rather i gained knowledge of the love and passion i have for my place. The land which provided space for every mood swings of mine.


My country is not perfect, but she is mine and she makes me feel at home.


Whenever i came back to you in the past, you welcomed me warm heartedly and the nectar from the skies embraced me.


I miss u.


I just miss being with you.

P.S. Keep Smiling.


God Blez.

Happy Birthday MOM! :)

Mom and me had all the usual Mother-daughter fights and never got along much during my teenage/college days. She’s one sensitive woman. Temper, happiness or sorrow everything is too spontaneous for her. So certainly we had our fights. And even now I dread her temper. If she is not in her good moods, Brat & I will just flew from there.

I was also never the best child one could dream. I knew my Mom had to look after the three of us alone, as Dad was aboard. But that didn’t stop me from been rude or back answering her, which she absolutely hated. And been the elder, I should have been more helpful for her, but regretfully I never was.  But in last two years, we began to get along pretty well. Maybe I began to understand the role as a Mother is not easy, or she began to see me as a bit more mature child.

She gave me all the freedom in the world, even when we had our fights. And I proudly used to say, and will continue to say that none of my female friends had such freedom at home. Been from Kerala, usually girls are entitled not to do so, go there etc. etc. And I never had any such boundaries. As long as my Mom knows where I am, and with whom she’s ok. She doesn’t even call me in between to check up on me, which I love soo much in her. There are times I have wondered when I stay out from home the whole day, “Doesn’t she want to know where I am?” She trusts me, and believes that I am able to look after myself. If I am bold or able in any way, hats off to my Mom. She taught me to live independently and to do your, whatever work it is, by yourself. It was coz of her, I learned to ride and drive. If I had to go out after dusk, I don’t hesitate, coz she never did, when we were sick or needed something for our school the next day. She never backed out from her responsibilities and took up more even when her plate was already full.

Gave permission to almost whatever we asked for. Brat & I was one of the those kids  in school who never had to ask for permission from home to say yes for tours or excursions, coz we know our Mom would never say No.

We both get out from house @6pm, just to roam about or have an ice cream or to elope to the beach. And she just says be back before it’s too late. We started going for almost every movie we wanna see in theatres right before I entered college. There was a time when I was away for a week, been in the same town or 20 minutes away from home, I couldn’t call or see her. No complaints from her side, she just turned up to see me.

All these doesn’t seem much, but been from a place where most girls are not permitted to go out alone after dark or are not allowed to go out with their male friends or are not allowed to step into theatres without a huge gang, ‘m truly blessed. Coz these little things mean a lot to me.

For me freedom is everything, and she gave me that. She gave me more than anything I could ask for.

 Happy Birthday to an awesome Mom and the best cook (wish I had your love for cooking)!

I love you but still gonna be the same old irritating, back answering, immature, lazy kid, coz, where else I can be like this except with you.



P.S.  :)

God Blez.

Home Sweet Home! :)

It’s been almost 7 months since I landed here. This place despite been a foreign land was somewhat like a second home. Coz right from the age of 9, my vacations, even it was for one week or two months, were here. And ever since then my Dad’s here. So this place was and is the bread and butter of our family.

But living for almost whole of my life till 6 months back, except for 2months of every year, in my hometown and coming back here for settling was different. Vacations end in two months, but life doesn't,  and this migration was life.

What is different here compared to home?

Homeland! That’s the difference. You can’t attach the word “home” unless it’s your own. No matter what, you belong there. Your place, your language, your people.

A feeling of been in a strange land is always there in the air. At least for me.  I missed the sound, glow and liveliness of all the festives. This place is sophisticated but it lacks the warmth we feel back home. This place is far safer for everyone, but still it lack the familiarity. Well mannered, well ruled, disciplined but at times the wild child in me missed the unauthorized nature @home.

Do whatever you want, wear whatever you like, go where ever you wish. No one other than your family is gonna question you here, but I missed the poking noses of the society.

I missed my dear ones. I missed the divinity and the glow of my holy place. I missed my room which saw me grow. I missed my wheels, which tagged along with me. I missed the crumpled highways (God only knows how many times they have scraped my knees and hands), the roughness of the sea, the over crowed shops, the noisy nights, the not so posh theaters, the ice cream push carts in footpaths, the balloon vendors (setting a bunch of balloons free into the sky :D, that's just an happy feeling).

All these don’t mean I am betraying this place that’s providing me. No! I respect this place and love for the opportunity it gave me and the freedom it bequeathed on me.

This is absolutely home away from home but that is just more close to heart.

And I am leaving to her. Yup! Going back to visit her! :)

I used to come here for vacations in my early days, now I am going back home for vacation!


Countable days more to go......

P.S. Home is where the heart is. :) 

God Blez.

Wordless...

Ramblings

Why do i feel a pricking feeling deep down, when i was so ready to leave....???

Maybe coz I’ll miss seeing the Turkish Handsome... :P or the foreign colleagues or the familiarity of been employed.

God! Let this not be a wrong decision I took! Fingers Crossed!

An Eve!

Yesterday evening after work, rushed off to home, after an hour or something again rushed out to one of the best looking malls. Me and along with S (my childhood friend and henceforth) was off to meet our friend Ash’s fiancée.

We both have talked and chatted to the Mr. Groom to be, several times. But a face to face meeting was for the first time. And absolutely no initial awkwardness was seen among anyone of us. We roamed through the mall, and came to a spot where there’s a theme park. And the Miss. Bride to be had to leap into the Roller coaster ride as if her marriage depended on that. And much to my protest I was also forced to jump in that madness. And I have to admit, its soo much less creepy than the theme park ride we have in India. And coz of that I survived.

And we had our food, obviously in KFC! How much we plan to dine in some other food outlet, we end up in KF at the end. I am thinking of declaring KFC as the official gang food! Then the usual trauma of photographs and back to everyone’s own den! :)

So overall it was a happy evening with my 2 cranky friends, and one more who’s a new addition to the lot.

More than the fun we all had, it was just an assurance of how happy Ash is, in her new relation. The one she is gonna vow for lifelong. And she definitely looked so gorgeously happy with him and he also was in his best. :)

May they have the Best life!

P.S. We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

God Blez.

Ramblings.

 

At times everything feels so confused.

 

Everyone seems so distant. Every moment looks lonely. Every deeds seems like mistakes. Every dream looks like nightmares. Every familiar face looks strange.

 

Every smiles seems to have a hidden tear behind.

 

If... life did came with a manual of what to do and what not to do.

 

 

 

 

P.S. Wishing happiness to all.

 

God Blez.