Heart
pounding, eyes lit up and all senses in top gear – doesn’t this happen to each
one of us who are on a short trip back home? This so called ‘Global’ environment
provided opportunities for us to go work anywhere and everywhere. But in this
rush for professional supremacy, every one of us would agree we are missing 2
things really badly - our Family and our home.
So
once in a blue moon, when your dreaded boss grants you leave, you are elated to
pack your bags and rush back home. I always liked the idea of taking the train
or bus to home rather than a flight – one thing is the fare but the other big
reason is planning that runs through your mind and the anticipation of being
back at home with loved ones after some horrendous work, is a treat for the
mind. The 1.5 hour flight kills this feeling, a late 14-15 hour bus ride
stopping at absurd rural locations adds up to this anticipation.
Here
you are, then, getting out of the bus like a prisoner on bail. First thing you
do after landing on your home land – look around and take a deep breath &
say to your self ‘woff, I am back’. Even the scorching 43 deg C heat is
comforting; the spitting auto rickshaw driver makes you smile & the local
dialects hit you at your face. You put your head outside the auto like a dog on
a vacation to observe the changes that have happened in your absence in the
city you were born in and done everything except earn.
When
you reach your home’s door step, it feels like SRK getting off the chopper in
‘Kabhie Khushi Kabhie Gam’ and your mom (like Jaya Bachchan) waiting for you
with a thali as a customary ritual. Obviously, not everyone’s life is a Karan
Johar’s film, but it does feel like one when you are at home after a long
hiatus. Seeing joy on your parents’ face is some thing which was worth fighting
for with your boss for the leave and watching ‘R…Rajkumar’ in the bus.
Home
sweet home – truly: seems like heaven where from removing the socks to flushing
the toilet there’s someone. There is an instant comparison with your nomadic,
unorganized, at times meaningless life at your workplace to your ‘Home’. The
struggle for the every morning search for a healthy and affordable breakfast
compared to the 10 AM struggle out of the bed with an awesome cup of tea and
fruits ready for consumption at home. The fight with the ‘bai’ to come
regularly to wash clothes & in her absence the struggle to wash all clothes
yourself to throwing the clothes anywhere to see
it end up in the washing machine and eventually folded and ironed back into the
luggage bag.
The
life with family is the ‘Life’ we all dream of but the struggles away from
family test your true metal. It does get difficult at times but the idea of
going back home keeps us striving hard at the workplace. The harder it gets,
the better it feels when it all gets over. I love these 2 complimentary phases
of life, when you think about it, both are necessary. I don’t think people
staying at home with family enjoy that much as I do, coming back once in a 100
days.
The
Swades tune by AR Rahman is always On my mind and soul whenever I am at home –Aayo re….aayo re…..aayo re…… But the only problem is I need to go
back tonight !!!
(Dedicated
to all those who miss being at home with loved ones)