Leaving life behind.

It is not easy to leave your life behind. Well, is it possible to leave your life behind? It follows you into the dark and into the light, never leaving you till your very last breath.

One year ago, I was jubilant to my life behind in Mumbai to start another one in Chennai. That was one year ago. Once again, today, I am packing again to leave all of this behind for that.

Adios Mumbai. I will back, soon enough.

Love.
Me.

Ps: This post promised to be so much but I just can't face it right now. 

Home is where the heart is and my heart belongs to you, Bombay!

The sights and sounds that make home. I don't love Bombay because it is the "city of dreams" or the "city that never sleeps" but because it is home. Simple as that.

The dust, the heat, the traffic and above all, the hordes of people all that make this city special. I don't know why so people come here but I do know why I find it so difficult to leave. Family and friends.

Independence is one thing but the idea of everything taking care of itself is awesome. The someone to run to each day or of hot dinner waiting for you, I yearn for while I'm away.

School friends, college friends, twitter friends, just friends (origin unknown). Meeting all of them in just a week is impossible. I've to break someone's heart each time. (Pompous eh?) I keep saying I'll be back for 2 months (summer break). But I doubt I'll meet them then as well. I will have an internship that might require me to be running around the city. But everything is just an excuse. I just don't want to miss this comfort when I am away. 


People don't understand the reason for me to choose the window seat in the aircraft. The reason is simple. That first sight of my city. Those lights, blinding lights. Just the feeling of I am home. Where everything is familiar and everything is mine.

Today, once again I pack my bag. Wondering if I can reschedule my ticket, I know I'll be back soon finding every small excuse. Because I leave my heart here.

Homesickness and me

Homesickness. I am homesick and maybe depressed. Ok I am a psychology student and saying the D word loosely is blasphemy. Ok. Ok Back to the topic. I miss home. A lot. I miss the craziness. My house back home is small(er) than the one I live/share here and there is Amma (Nani), Ajja (Nana), Akash (my brother) and someone or the other. There is always something happening. Phone ringing off the hook. Neighbours coming in to borrow stuff, randomly just to chat up or ask for their key because they have been locked up.

Here, most of the time, I am all alone and I miss the chaos. I miss fighting with my brother. I just miss having people around. I miss the familiarity.

But this post isn't about it. While I was there, I cribbed about having nothing to do. About things at home. About a lot of things. Now, I am at tabula rasa. Which means I can do whatever I want. I can build my life here from scratch. I can do things I always wanted. Yes, I will miss having people waiting for me back home but there will be always be there.

I am going to deal with this homesickness. I am going look at the positive side of things. I am going to print loads of pictures of my friends and family and put them up in my room. I am going to look at them and say, hey there are a lot of people who love me. I have loads of people in my life who actually miss me. That is the amount of love in my life.

To all old friends and new. To all the lovely places yet to be discovered in this wonderfully hot city called Chennai. To all the lonely nights with hot chocolate. To all the experiences that shall shape me.

Chennai, me and home!

It has been a couple of days here in Chennai, away from home. I still feel like I am on vacation and I will be home soon. As days pass by, I realise that soon isn't soon enough.

13 things I miss about home ( In no particular order)

1. Waking up at noon - Seriously

2. Waking up at noon to the smell of awesome home cooked food - Need I say more?

3. My oven - My cookies, my cakes....

4. My pesky little brother - Can't live with him, can't live without him.

5. My friends - Randomly meeting up within 5 minutes of feeling bored.

6. Ability to travel anywhere at any time - Nothing against Chennai but I will take some getting used to the roads and modes of transport.

7. Talking to the halwadar in Marathi and getting away with parking "for 2 mins" in the no parking zone.

8. Oh all the women in the train who taught me some awesome Marathi and Hindi cuss words - I promise to come back and teach you some tamil cuss words.

9. My grandparents, my dad - sigh

10. The extendable curfew at home - At the hostel, it is 7pm.

11. My bathroom - Trust me, it feels different

12. TV !!!!!

13. The feeling that I belong.....

Happy beginnings.

It happened so damn fast. I never realised and here I am sitting in Chennai. I got what I wanted. And now, I sit back and reflect. 2 days ago, I realise not only am I through but that I have to leave in 2 days and now, here I am. My certificates are not in place, I didn't get my farewell parties but here I am.

Before I knew my result, I had written the following post knowing very well that I wouldn't be in a frame of mind to write and now, here it is...

I can do a dance. I can do a jig. Oh hell, I have just stopped dancing so that I can write this. I got through. I got through. That is all I can say now. Calls have been made. Status had been changed. I have tweeted about it. Oh boy, I am moving to Chennai.


Bbye Mumbai. Bbye home. I am leaving.


Oh damn I am going to miss this place.


Excuse me while I go back to dancing. :D :D :D


To all that I left without saying bye, I will be back :D