Of Home And Some

(31st march)

So back home and already the elitist bitch misses faster internet speeds and laptop keyboards. But for good reasons too, just wrote more than half a page of PMS notes which got lost in the middle of faulty Sify connections.

But the brilliance didn’t, so little (hehehehe) modest me shall write some more!

Saw ‘Crash’ today with Anant. Had one of those ‘best friend’ night outs. Dinner and movie. Yay!

Walked out of a Chinese restaurant, was a tad bit expensive. Ya ok! So we are cheap but we have done many more embarrassing things together to be affected by this!

Now here’s the thing.

Felt a bit off this time around, realizing that I was no longer a part of the mad rush. I was an observer watching from a distance. Flyovers I don’t recognize, buildings I saw for the first time, mended roads, potholes for diversions, the works.

My city is no longer mine. I feel it distinctly.

Got lost on way to Green Park, didn’t remember how to get there at all. Now its true I have a memory that will make a gold fish proud of his but still. I mean Green Park! I felt so shitty after this that I drank like a whole bucket of cappuccino at this fancy place in yes, Green Park. They have 3 sizes for their cappuccino there, the bucket (which is nowhere close to the small they call it!), big bucket, and the ‘shake till you die after drinking that much caffeine’ size.

(3rd April)

Early morning (read 11-30 in the afternoon!)

Subjecting myself to my farthouse syndrome where I think I sound all deep and profound but end up sounding corny!

Haven’t been able to meet my stick child for 2 days now. (And the stick child tag is my way of getting back at you Anant for just being the way you are. So stop sulking. That is my job!)

I do not know why but this was the first time after being away, I felt that I belong more to another place and felt guilty about it. And scared that if I get back here later, things would be so different. I acknowledge that things can’t be the same. They should not be. But isn’t ‘holding on’ only human.

On the brighter side, friends here are the same. They still sleep in 7 minutes, they still throw stones and still like other people! And some still remember to buy the jersey you asked them for so long back you don’t remember it yourself. And the ‘I have been away for so long, please make me feel special’ expression still doesn’t work! So I go now to pay my friend for the goddamn jersey (Damn you Lasso!)