Saturday, August 01, 2009

Away and counting days

Dont know when was the last time I ever felt homesick. Maybe, never after the first two months away from home and every now and then (which to be fair, were quite rare).... I always enjoyed the freedom that being on my own affords me.

This time is however different. I have already started counting days and my departure is a week off. I know whats pulling me back and the fact that she is longing for me as hard and maybe even more than me makes these a tough few days....

I still love the fact that I can be irresponsible with my schedules. Maybe irresponsible isnt an accurate reflection; its more like the independence of cooking what and when I want or going for a quick sub or having plain cookies and milk and sleeping at weird times that I love. Add to it that I sleep with the TV on and its almost blissful to an extent that no one tells me to get my act together....

But then again, the very fact that I am so used to sharing my life with her makes this a meaningless foray after a while. I miss her waking me up and the methods she uses are far more gentler and loving than the alarm clock in my room. The tidiness in my life is missing and everything has a vague, vain feeling about it. I miss the niggling nags to rush up with my daily chores and vice versa and the loving hug when we leave for work.

I miss that the only reason to wanna come back from work is that everyone else is leaving and I am done playing Mafia wars. The phone call to enquire about what time I would be home isnt there nor is the cajoling if I say I may be late. There is no one to share your day with and that feels like its a sad day ticked off from the calendar just bcos it had to be.

Dinner with friends is not in the same league as dinner made with affection and shared more lovingly with your wife. The fight that ensues dinner over internet time seems so futile considering there is no one really to chat with now that I have a broadband as well as wireless connection set in my room and no one on the list that I really wanna keep talking with....
Love, thy name, is a strange emotion and I am understanding it every day...

I love the feeling that I am falling in love with her more than ever before all over again..And the days are passing by.... next Saturday is gonna be funnnnnnnnnnnn.....

Friday, March 06, 2009

What legacy are we saving.. REALLY

http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/India_may_bid_for_Mahatmas_memorabilia/articleshow/4229958.cms
and then this,,,
http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Mallya-buys-Gandhis-items-for-18-million-/articleshow/4231248.cms

I mean, when this news first broke out, I thought Oh Crap!!!! Gandhi himself would have cared least about his personal belongings and we really cared even less.. Why else would these have fallen into the hands of a foreigner in the first place???
Then comes the entire melodrama... an american more conceerned about our healthcare spend when his country sucks blood out of evrything else... An indian claiming he would go great lengths to protect the great guardians legacy and an governement that is more than glad to part with hard-earned tax payers money to save a watch, bowl,plate and what not of a great visionary who always rose above the materialistic...
And then comes the ultimate save, an Indian hero selling booze to this world and lavishing more money on foreginers to do modelling for his calendar in the skimpiest of clothes and reducing to lower air-fares, the king of materialism bidding the highest to save the material remains of a great philosopher..

Is everyone else oblivious to the irony????