All
set to go….
30
months after having set foot in the Middle East, time has now come to bid adieu
to the place which has given me a decent amount of returns financially. In fact,
to put it on a positive note, 30 months here has given me something which I can
call as “Home”, back in my country – India. And the count stands as – 100 hours
to go…
Ain’t
you feeling sad to leave? Your parents must be really happy that you are moving
back to be with them? These are some of
the questions which I have been forced to answer ever since I had put forth my
papers or more importantly revealed it in my Facebook page. Boy…I never knew
that me going back would be liked by many J
Life
is full of surprises – some great man said. And yeah, I guess I can’t disagree.
What I can only add in relation to my personal experience is the mere part
destiny plays. That story I guess will leave it for now.
Now;
Am I sad? Or happy? Well, in a way both,
but then I would peg my ratio favoring happiness at 51:49. For sure, I would
miss being independent and running my life my way. I would be missing driving
my JEEP in one of the smoothest roads in this world. I would be missing my
weekend specials of waking up at 11am and what else? I guess, friends are an
important part which I cannot forget to mention. But then in an era of digitalization
and wireless connectivity, shouldn’t be much deal. In fact, writing down this
list of what really I miss, purely has once again supported my decision to move
back. I haven’t gained much personally, apart from a few genuine friends I have
made. Irrespective of these, I would not be missing my “HOME”. I would be
delighted to put my life back on track in the right way.
Sometimes,
it feels nostalgic to go back and stay with your parents after this long gap. I
am pretty sure, I would be pampered by my MOM with her food contributing to my
ever growing waist line. I presume I would be added on to the list of people
who crib for being taxed on their hard earned money; complain about the
excessive pollution and the traffic jams...Well, the list goes on..But then,
these have been part of us since we have realized the world around us. So, what
big deal? In fact, it’s because of these
encountered circumstances that we have been able to move up the ladder in our
lives. Who doesn’t cherish those days when we would be going to our college in
crowded buses and hanging outside, trying impress every damn beautiful girl in
the road (or even inside the bus)? Having seen a bit of life in this part of
world, I guess nothing can replace those memories. Fast cars will only be an
addition to our memories, but can never replace those existing ones.
Moving
on, I would like to say a big thank you to all those whom I have shared a word
or more in this fascinating journey of my life. This being a small world, I
need not say good bye.Because, I know we would meet for sure, once again and
yet again.
And will I replicate Arnold's famous lines...".I'll be back"? Well, I guess not really. But then, who knows...Life may bring up surprises, again and again......
