Before the candles cremated the cake...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
where the heart is
My home got burgled...
So in a series of events that have led me to being a gypsy and living out of a haversack this is the ... wait... I lost count... lets see... there was a flood, then there was leaving India altogether, then there was leaving Stonehenge Road, then Angell court, then Blackwelder, now Linaria circle is a mess... so thats 6. In two years.
And none of this was that pleasant moving into a new home and the thrill and excitement that goes with it. All of this was me being driven out. Either by the forces of nature or horny voyeurs and now latest a bunch of dim-wit burglars who don't even have the common sense not to sell a stolen laptop on e-bay.
Not that I'm upset. I don't seem to get upset about these things anymore.
What is lovely is I have realized I never once had to fall asleep alone anyplace. There was always either the comforting appendages of dubious origin when I fell asleep next to my little cousins sometimes holding otherwise throttling me in Stonehenge. In Angell court there were visitors who either jumped in through the windows and complained the room wasn't big enough before settling down on the floor (and partly under the bed), there were others still who took the entire bed. Blackwelder was a dorm, I'm not sure anyone remembers where they were originally assigned to live anymore. Linaria was home for all the children, the noise, the food, the warmth (well except the kitchen floor...brrr...), the hindi movies, the temple...
So its all good... And adaptation is a skill I have mastered.
I think I'm done venting now.
So in a series of events that have led me to being a gypsy and living out of a haversack this is the ... wait... I lost count... lets see... there was a flood, then there was leaving India altogether, then there was leaving Stonehenge Road, then Angell court, then Blackwelder, now Linaria circle is a mess... so thats 6. In two years.
And none of this was that pleasant moving into a new home and the thrill and excitement that goes with it. All of this was me being driven out. Either by the forces of nature or horny voyeurs and now latest a bunch of dim-wit burglars who don't even have the common sense not to sell a stolen laptop on e-bay.
Not that I'm upset. I don't seem to get upset about these things anymore.
What is lovely is I have realized I never once had to fall asleep alone anyplace. There was always either the comforting appendages of dubious origin when I fell asleep next to my little cousins sometimes holding otherwise throttling me in Stonehenge. In Angell court there were visitors who either jumped in through the windows and complained the room wasn't big enough before settling down on the floor (and partly under the bed), there were others still who took the entire bed. Blackwelder was a dorm, I'm not sure anyone remembers where they were originally assigned to live anymore. Linaria was home for all the children, the noise, the food, the warmth (well except the kitchen floor...brrr...), the hindi movies, the temple...
So its all good... And adaptation is a skill I have mastered.
I think I'm done venting now.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Now it's a beautiful day...
The cure to home sickness ... is actually going home.
Who would have thought of it!!!
But the timing is important see. In fact, the timing is what its all about.
There I was sitting on the plane dreading going home and yet ever so impatient to get there.
I was preparing myself. I thought the world as I knew it, will have changed. Everyone will have moved on, found other people, activities and distractions and I, will be nothing but a memory. And that was how I would be received too, with the kind of spontaneous joy you see in someone’s eyes on being reminded of an old memory. While I watched on the smile would pass and they’d be back to the present. Thus gently, I would be pushed, back to the happy place in their heads and hearts and I would stand there not daring to breathe lest I break the spell too soon.
There was some of that, but there was more of something else I thought only happened in dreams and Disney movies.
There was ROOM for me!!! In the present!! I was ushered into my friends lives and there was so so so much love and laughter.
India was magic since the moment I got home.
There were mothers (my own and the ones I got myself adopted by), friends as mad as hatters, fathers and their relentless attempt at "humor", Bacardi Breezers, croaking froggy pens, credit card payments gone wrong, dogs of every description and flea count, spoilt cats, ganna juice, rheuminating cows on street corners ever ready to exchange greetings and musings about the weather and traffic, overcrowded trains and bus rides. Happy Happy Joy Joy!
And oh! So many memories! Made in the best of places… dancing, warm hugs, walks on the beach with fireworks, dinner with people I've known forever, loving people I've just met, goofing out at St.Xavier’s, having friends fill my arms, having friends fall over me, having some of them grumble incessantly, getting tipsy at Mondegar, falling asleep on the mother’s arm, taking a "pretend-we're-together" walk while making birthday plans.
I have to say – I know the nicest people in the world.
A "thank you" is unnecessary and I know it.
.... I'm just so glad we're all still growing up together.
Who would have thought of it!!!
But the timing is important see. In fact, the timing is what its all about.
There I was sitting on the plane dreading going home and yet ever so impatient to get there.
I was preparing myself. I thought the world as I knew it, will have changed. Everyone will have moved on, found other people, activities and distractions and I, will be nothing but a memory. And that was how I would be received too, with the kind of spontaneous joy you see in someone’s eyes on being reminded of an old memory. While I watched on the smile would pass and they’d be back to the present. Thus gently, I would be pushed, back to the happy place in their heads and hearts and I would stand there not daring to breathe lest I break the spell too soon.
There was some of that, but there was more of something else I thought only happened in dreams and Disney movies.
There was ROOM for me!!! In the present!! I was ushered into my friends lives and there was so so so much love and laughter.
India was magic since the moment I got home.
There were mothers (my own and the ones I got myself adopted by), friends as mad as hatters, fathers and their relentless attempt at "humor", Bacardi Breezers, croaking froggy pens, credit card payments gone wrong, dogs of every description and flea count, spoilt cats, ganna juice, rheuminating cows on street corners ever ready to exchange greetings and musings about the weather and traffic, overcrowded trains and bus rides. Happy Happy Joy Joy!
And oh! So many memories! Made in the best of places… dancing, warm hugs, walks on the beach with fireworks, dinner with people I've known forever, loving people I've just met, goofing out at St.Xavier’s, having friends fill my arms, having friends fall over me, having some of them grumble incessantly, getting tipsy at Mondegar, falling asleep on the mother’s arm, taking a "pretend-we're-together" walk while making birthday plans.
I have to say – I know the nicest people in the world.
A "thank you" is unnecessary and I know it.
.... I'm just so glad we're all still growing up together.
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