What is life ???
It is full of strife
With friends , relatives and like
People often do things that we beguile.
We are all so alone in our own world
We pretend we understand each other word
But life is not at all easy
As we are so busy
We hardly wait, see ,listen and then comment
so we later on lament
Lets create a new world
of peace ,satisfaction and love
where companionship our acheivement
friends our wealth ,where communication brings fullfillment.
Will it remain a cry in "No mans land"
That I have wait, see and then understand.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Home Away from Home
Many of us leave our home town to work in different city or country. But do we miss our home where we lived, grew up . My answer is yes.
Going on trips or short vacation without parents is fun. The real missing starts when one leaves town,parents,friends, sibling to study or work in some other place .That also depends on how close you are to your family.We begin to value what we had taken for granted back home.
As for me when I left my most lovable home town to come to Delhi It took me months to adjust. I did not cry in front of my parents or over the phone for fear that they would call me back and insists on the BEd which according to them is the only profession the girls should do. With due respect to teachers I am not against the profession but I was not cut out for teaching so on my insistence my parents sent me here to do Fashion Designing so when my father bid me goodbye leaving me in the hostel full of hooligans I had a sinking feeling.The first impression I got of the hostel was utterly bad with girls wearing wrap around shouting at top of their voices, the girl standing in queue in front of the bathroom banging the door. Smell from kitchen ,smoking , using foul language.It was just horrible.I felt like a person in prison . Slowly I started looking for girls of my clan i.e small town girls, girls from my hometown or my language. It was not tough and within 4-5 days I had befriended 4 girls from Ranchi and then slowly things turned to get better. But there was always fights in the hostels.Once my dinner was stolen ( later I came to know it was for fun sake ) , sometimes my slipper were misplaced. After 6 months we of same clan shifted to a rented accomodation and then there was peace. I missed home terribly. We had a schedule to cook , clean. So on the day my turn for cooking would come I would call up ma for receipes and she guided me with istruction not to burn my hand and to be carefull etc. And if by chance I was hurt while cooking I felt like crying and remembered her as room mates were roommates" Yaar burnol laga lo. Kitni careless ho yaar. Dhaan se kaam karo yaar " was all they would say . Every day for upteenth time I recalled what they advised , what they said in a particular situation and then we had to wait till 11P.M to make calls as after 11 P.M the calls were cheaper . I missed my fights with my sis ,my brother's antiques, spying on my siblings,missed talking to my ma in whispers,missed my father's advice, his strict discipline, missed my childhood friends, missed my golgappa walla, my tailor, my physician , my garden, even the guys who flirted, all festivals , customs (which was very strongly opposed by me when I was staying at home).People will think I am crazy but ask the women who are living away form home they will say the same.I began to respect our customs. I often said " Hamare mei aisa hota hai ya waisa hota hai. There was no mobile so once or twice we called up home or vice versa.
And then marriage but I will leave it for now as it will get very long for marriage is again a different chapter.
Going on trips or short vacation without parents is fun. The real missing starts when one leaves town,parents,friends, sibling to study or work in some other place .That also depends on how close you are to your family.We begin to value what we had taken for granted back home.
As for me when I left my most lovable home town to come to Delhi It took me months to adjust. I did not cry in front of my parents or over the phone for fear that they would call me back and insists on the BEd which according to them is the only profession the girls should do. With due respect to teachers I am not against the profession but I was not cut out for teaching so on my insistence my parents sent me here to do Fashion Designing so when my father bid me goodbye leaving me in the hostel full of hooligans I had a sinking feeling.The first impression I got of the hostel was utterly bad with girls wearing wrap around shouting at top of their voices, the girl standing in queue in front of the bathroom banging the door. Smell from kitchen ,smoking , using foul language.It was just horrible.I felt like a person in prison . Slowly I started looking for girls of my clan i.e small town girls, girls from my hometown or my language. It was not tough and within 4-5 days I had befriended 4 girls from Ranchi and then slowly things turned to get better. But there was always fights in the hostels.Once my dinner was stolen ( later I came to know it was for fun sake ) , sometimes my slipper were misplaced. After 6 months we of same clan shifted to a rented accomodation and then there was peace. I missed home terribly. We had a schedule to cook , clean. So on the day my turn for cooking would come I would call up ma for receipes and she guided me with istruction not to burn my hand and to be carefull etc. And if by chance I was hurt while cooking I felt like crying and remembered her as room mates were roommates" Yaar burnol laga lo. Kitni careless ho yaar. Dhaan se kaam karo yaar " was all they would say . Every day for upteenth time I recalled what they advised , what they said in a particular situation and then we had to wait till 11P.M to make calls as after 11 P.M the calls were cheaper . I missed my fights with my sis ,my brother's antiques, spying on my siblings,missed talking to my ma in whispers,missed my father's advice, his strict discipline, missed my childhood friends, missed my golgappa walla, my tailor, my physician , my garden, even the guys who flirted, all festivals , customs (which was very strongly opposed by me when I was staying at home).People will think I am crazy but ask the women who are living away form home they will say the same.I began to respect our customs. I often said " Hamare mei aisa hota hai ya waisa hota hai. There was no mobile so once or twice we called up home or vice versa.
And then marriage but I will leave it for now as it will get very long for marriage is again a different chapter.
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