Home Sweet Home
It felt really nice to be home. After around a five-month stay in Mumbai, the weeklong break in Kolkata was a treat. One thing is clear – my fascination for Mumbai will take a long time to get even close to my love for Kolkata.
The 32-hour journey by Gyaneshwari Express from Kurla Terminus to Howrah rendered the rare occasion when I could speak in Bengali with someone face to face. The week at home wasn’t very eventful but still we enjoyed a lot. We have a custom of performing Laxmi puja on the day of Diwali. So no crackers! However the special kichuri (hotchpotch) with five types of fries on that day do compensate for the fun of the crackers. Or am I just too old for crackers? Either way, the puja went fine. The other days were marked with trips to Big Bazar, the near-by shopping complex or the local Satyajit Ray Park, meeting some old friends and also watching the ODIs between India and Sri Lanka. We feel a bit sorry for Sourav (Dada) not being there in the field. But if India can play so good in his absence, better be it this way. My father came home on Friday. So it was a family reunion after quite some time. My brother is in the 2nd year of his engineering studies. If he gets a job outside Kolkata, which is very likely, such a reunion, I am afraid, will be even harder and more rare. The saddest person on earth will be my mother for whom just our being home is the ultimate treat in itself. The world is pulling us apart. Yes, there are cell phones and emails but nothing is like being at home. I am not getting homesick. I just can’t put the right words to narrate the feeling. May be, if you are away from home busy with your duties and pleasures and get back home after a long time only to leave after a short period, and if you have someone as caring as my mother and someone as lovable as my little brother, may be, you will understand.
The 32-hour journey by Gyaneshwari Express from Kurla Terminus to Howrah rendered the rare occasion when I could speak in Bengali with someone face to face. The week at home wasn’t very eventful but still we enjoyed a lot. We have a custom of performing Laxmi puja on the day of Diwali. So no crackers! However the special kichuri (hotchpotch) with five types of fries on that day do compensate for the fun of the crackers. Or am I just too old for crackers? Either way, the puja went fine. The other days were marked with trips to Big Bazar, the near-by shopping complex or the local Satyajit Ray Park, meeting some old friends and also watching the ODIs between India and Sri Lanka. We feel a bit sorry for Sourav (Dada) not being there in the field. But if India can play so good in his absence, better be it this way. My father came home on Friday. So it was a family reunion after quite some time. My brother is in the 2nd year of his engineering studies. If he gets a job outside Kolkata, which is very likely, such a reunion, I am afraid, will be even harder and more rare. The saddest person on earth will be my mother for whom just our being home is the ultimate treat in itself. The world is pulling us apart. Yes, there are cell phones and emails but nothing is like being at home. I am not getting homesick. I just can’t put the right words to narrate the feeling. May be, if you are away from home busy with your duties and pleasures and get back home after a long time only to leave after a short period, and if you have someone as caring as my mother and someone as lovable as my little brother, may be, you will understand.
posted by kb at 5:20 PM
3 Comments:
nice one. keep it up.
shotyi re bara ... jani na jan-e india firle to kanyar bonya boye jabe re!! tobe han eta bujhte pari je baba ma dujonei bheeshon miss kore amake. kolkata airport-e ma-er mukh ta dekhte bheeshon kharap lagchilo jedin chole aschilam!! maybe i'll write a blog on this. :)
yaar...home is always home whenever u go u feel comfortable...whether u have some work to do there or not....the longlinesss for home has increased ever since we have been in job...only an infinite loop following up...
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