Memoir of the blogger

The number of days it has taken for me to sit down and write a note..! Sisyphus, thank you for sending me back.

This has been by far the best break I have had since the days when Jungle Book used to come on DD (06.11 to 15.11). The much needed and much anticipated break did not disappoint at all. Lets just call it a vacation, for break is too cruel a word for such lovely days.


Traveling by a jet is always much better than a train journey. The Air India flight didn't disappoint in being late. But yeah, free food makes Joey happy. And thus we landed, at the place you call Bhopal and we call home.

I think I have never had a better sleep than this since the horrors of Jar Jar Bings. My bed. Oh yeah ..my own  cosy bed. I have slept like a sloth. 10 hours. 13 hours. Slept my heart, brain, body and what not out here.








Long hours of sleep were followed with blissful food. Sometimes you do thinks which you never thought you will do. I yearned for Maharashtrain food. I wanted it so bad that I made my mom make puran podi specially for me. And then the delightful chakli, karanjee, ladoo and shree khand followed. Diet out of the window, please! The shopping spree had started. Always remember, shop with your mom when you are a child and with your dad when you are above 20. He will buy you whatever you want! :D

What followed after food are reunions. College reunion, school reunion, colony reunion, football reunion..I might have missed some unions. But so many friends. Everyone with their own new stories and colorful dresses. The delights of 10 number, the roads of Platinum, the kachoris of new market, the chai of city and the mandatory lake visit.

There is always someone among  all the grown ups that reminds of the pure sanctity of the nature. The joys of the world without any fear. Your childhood in front of you. The cuteness, the playfulness which has gone back from your life, outliving the aged ones. Happy go Swara!

Then there was something more mature. A thought to ponder on and to write extensively about. We visited my mother's old home. The visit needed to come because old government houses are being broken for building high rise cement columns. I mean come on! control the population fellow peeps. I need a garden in front of my house and not a balcony which invites me to jump from it daily. But yeah coming back to your old locality after years, where you licked your wounds and flew your kites is an amazing experience for anyone.

Diwali is always the same, but one never gets tired of it. You can have as many as 3 Diwalis per year and still not get bored, as per calculations shown by www.numbersforcatgd.com

And the ever lasting coke+chips+popcorn+movie nights. Some good test cricket with India winning was the salt on my wounds. SA FTW !! (and lets leave Chelsea out of this). Not to forget the thing which I dream of most when I am in college as a remembrance of home.

Some friends still didn't reply to emails. Some said they will meet and they didn't turn up. Let's assume that they were actually, genuinely but basically just busy.

Overall, just awesome. I have never written about my daily events anywhere. But these 10 days should be here for me to remember how much it means to be at home.

Thanks to the Hitlers in my college that they made this vacation possible and reminded me that there is a whole lot beyond C-9 and B-21, Qutub Institutional Area.

The only thing to look forward for a while is the next trimester break ...

Wake me up
Bid my blood to run Before I come undone Save me from the nothing I've become