Desh revisited

Oh, and to think the festival of lights is just two days away!

So well, I kind of got my wish- in a weird way though- if I can’t go back home- home came to me.
For the past 4 hours we have had a blackout in the apartment complex I live in. Yessir, just like the good old times. There was a storm predicated, it rained too, and yessir there was the familiar sound of the transformer going bust..err..bursting ( Do they even HAVE transformers here or do they just use some computerized stuff to generate and distribute electricity).Well whatever it was- it went like BOOM! And there they was none-I mean no electricity.

I was thrilled- of course- when temp is neither sub zero, nor above 25, one can afford to be thrilled. The big difference was that within minutes of this occurrence there were 2 fire brigade trucks- (the only place I saw them bck home is parked at the station or on TV arriving to douse fire which has spurred way out of control) with red light blinking and imp looking people carrying torches. Not that they managed to do much. Its 10 p.m and there still no electricity. We have three aroma candles which should last us for the night. We are well stocked and hubby is already in phase 4 of sleep.

I think this situation is more comforting for a person who spent a large part of her teens and grown up life with more than 4 hours of power cuts a day. Feels just like home. Even the generator is running for the elevators and common areas. I am more active than I have ever been here- I have thus far cleaned up half the house, put my shopping away in the proper place, listened to my fav songs on the Ipod, managed to write a piece and watch my fav show on a Netflix CD that came in today. Mighty achievement in just 4 hours. Imagine my productivity if we don’t get electricity back for a whole week.

Return of the king...

At the possibility of creating a CR infringment and stuff like that, I still brave on, for what else is an apt title for this blogpost, braving adversity and change to create itself from the current nothingness or need of either the creator or reader to warrant its presence.
To break the month long slumber of this blog, it braves on, muscle and sword in hand to yet establish a connection between the different factions that created it, gave it life, blood, only to abandon it in times of full frolic work responsibilities, hardships and all that kind of stuff.
Before the onset of yet another harsh american winter full of suprises, market crashes, chori, dakayti, births, rebirths, autumn falls, house shifts, cartons unpacking, cramping urself in 748 sft of urban illusion of space, before all this came the summer.
Having discovered the tastes of varies foodstuffs like pancakes, shrimps, fishes, chicken, pastas, crabs, lobsters, waffles, and all else foreign and forgotten, my taste buds suddenly started longing for home food. Home smells, flavours, places, everything "home". Friend of mine asked an interesting question- 026 where are thy abode? Whr is your home? MN, WI, NJ, CT, UP, AP, RJ....BBSN...CAL...
Silly question. Of Course home is where the heart is...or whr u have spent yor childhood.It a trite question for me.Could be interesting to ask 021 this question- one who never stayed in one place for more than 5 yrs.In all probability he is gonna say CA.Good for him.
So well almost 11 yrs out of "home" this nostalgia makes me irritated more than sick...how can it be...whatever happened to mans adaptibility and stuff....why do i miss vegetarian food....why cant i get kadhi chawal out of my head...why do i want to wake up in carpet waala room, with sun shining on my face...and no electricity at home...why do i think of lighting and thunder and rains pouring on the red bricks lining the lawn....i d not even think of just the wonderful times like holi diwali...even the time i had chicken pox and typhoid and lay in bed the whole day comes to me with a sweet longing smell....
So i wait...
Wait for the return...its said the thought and emotion is stronger than what one actually feels when one achieves something he has been longing for....I feel like I am in the forst semester of my hostel again....
And that feeling my friend is worth a thousand lives...for what follows was jst fun and frolic!!