India Nostalgia


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He reached his office in 10 minutes. Five minutes before the clock struck 8. He had defeated time once more. A familiar world of computer screens, guzzling printers and alert eyes watching the screens greeted him. He sat down at his desk, sliped for a cup of coffee and began burning his eyes staring hard at the monitor. He alternated between the file on his table and that on his laptop. He looked at the phone with lights blinking alert for voicemails on display. He scribbles few notes and manipulated a third time his \”to-do\” priority list. He minimized the windows on his laptop screen and stared at the desktop. The wallpaper was a collage of him and his family and friends. He remembers about the good time he had at his native for the vacation few months back.

He quckily realized the load of work he has to finish before he could rest. But soon, there rings an alarm from a stomach that is too hungry, a mind that is tired and a conscience that is slightly weak . Sleep, the angel with a lullaby on her lips visited and broke the clockwork. She asked him to dream. He obeyed and stood at Yogeshwar (kiosk) enjoying his 2 katting chai with bun butter and hurried to Adhsath Panchoter (6875 – Rikshaw) and reached the railway station. He hurries towards the platform but takes a sudden halt, his face looked tensed and he starts checking all his pockets. He started running in opposite direction and stops at Mastana for his double_sev_marke Dabeli. With a smile of satisfaction, he stands at the platform waiting for his Queen (Train). Like a ray of hope, he sees a glowing light at a far distance marching towards him with proud aggression. His desperation to meet faces wearing laughters and glittering gestures was prominently seen in his restlessly tapping legs. There were more running legs and chaotic spread of emotions. As Queen passed by, a strong gush of air and dust came along with it. He could barely keep his eyes open. He struggled and tried harder and finally he succedded but now he sensed a strange calmness,… it was the same world of paper, pen and computers. Yeah… the angel …she had quietly slipped away.

The creature in his soul frowned again. And he realizes.. he is again missing his part of the world.. where he belongs.

Well this story would not be different to most of us. I wonder how stupid we were at INDSA (Indian Student Association) when we created a tag-line for our banner – Creating Home Away from Home ! Did we succeed ? YAH RIGHT !… in my dreams may be !

But however may my world differ from yours, with all the inflated egos digging my gravity – it will still be mine.. forever !

(On a bright news flash – Supreme Court: Reservations can not be permanent)

 

H A P P Y I N D E P E N D E N C E  D A Y !!!

LOVE YOU INDIA !

Shah / Nirav ™
© Copyrights 2007 Nirav Shah. Some rights Reserved !

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About niravshanti
Just a normal thoughtful person who enjoys his "Niravana" time to destroy his musings

2 Responses to India Nostalgia

  1. Anonymous says:

    Awesome posts. I always love reading your blogs. I always come here expecting something funny but many times i find it very touchy and sincere, very much unlike Nirav which makes me feel there’s some itsy-bitsy, tiny-viny philosopher in you hehe. Great command over the words, keep ’em coming more freaquently, will wait for your next blog! =:)

    ~ Neel.

  2. Anonymous says:

    You are right..your world is different than mine. Gone are those days when I dream about dabeli, vada pav, or bhelpuri on the streets of india. Yeah I do sometimes miss watching movies in the theaters but I always find a way around it. Maybe the practice of avoiding these thoughts and feelings is now ingrained in me. But who cares? Its working. Therefore, it is no wonder that I have been to India only two times in 7 years and might no go back again in another 2.

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