It has been five days since I got back home to Delhi and the fact that I am not returning to Chennai any time soon has not yet sunk in. My bags are still packed. I have effectively managed to put off unpacking them just the same way I kept putting off packing them in the first place. The whole process of packing and then unpacking has a touch of finality to it. The one thing that kept running through my mind when I began packing over three weeks ago, was, how the hell am I expected to fit three years of my life into two miserly suitcases? That would require leaving a whole lot of extra baggage behind. Now that I have to begin unpacking, my 4X7 ft. cupboard somehow feels much smaller than the one shelf that I owned in Chennai. C'est la vie, oui? Fortunately, the multiple visits to the bank and the extravagant planning for my new school are keeping me going. Nim returns to India in about four hours now, my added distraction. (She would hate to be called that, a distraction).
I wrote her a poem last week, which she hates as well. But for the benefit of all my Tamil speaking friends, I shall share it here.
For those of you who don't understand the ways and language of Tamils, you need to look up malli poo.
Nimpoo,
You ain't no malli poo.
But I still love you,
And will always do.
I probably made cummings or the others turn in their grave with this. But I laughed out loud when I came up with it.
There is so much to write about, but for once, words fail me. I keep thinking about all the people I left behind, some of whom I may never meet again. I am beginning to understand that attachment is perhaps the greatest of all human flaws. It ties us down to places and people, and prevents us from moving on. The fact that my luggage while returning home was 20 kilos over the prescribed weight limit speaks loads about what attachment can do to humans. It makes you pay for extra baggage. Things will get better with time. The old may not be replaced, but they will be remembered with fondness and acceptance. And who knows, our paths might just cross again. Let's hope that when they do, we remember each other the same way as the day we parted ways. I know I'll be seeing the girls again, some bonds are harder to break than others. And I hope we can still go crazy like we used to on Friday nights.
And yes, if anybody out there understood the point of Conrad's Heart of Darkness, please shed some light. I have no clue why I spent three weeks reading that book. It made no sense at all to me. I have cribbed about it on every possible platform that I could, yet, nobody has come forward to offer an explanation.
An hour and a half left for us to go get Nim from the airport. I need a new distraction to pass the time till then.
P.S. My last one year paid off. I got into the school I wanted to. Onto new things now. And that I only mention by the way.
Au Revoir, me looveelay.
I wrote her a poem last week, which she hates as well. But for the benefit of all my Tamil speaking friends, I shall share it here.
For those of you who don't understand the ways and language of Tamils, you need to look up malli poo.
Nimpoo,
You ain't no malli poo.
But I still love you,
And will always do.
I probably made cummings or the others turn in their grave with this. But I laughed out loud when I came up with it.
There is so much to write about, but for once, words fail me. I keep thinking about all the people I left behind, some of whom I may never meet again. I am beginning to understand that attachment is perhaps the greatest of all human flaws. It ties us down to places and people, and prevents us from moving on. The fact that my luggage while returning home was 20 kilos over the prescribed weight limit speaks loads about what attachment can do to humans. It makes you pay for extra baggage. Things will get better with time. The old may not be replaced, but they will be remembered with fondness and acceptance. And who knows, our paths might just cross again. Let's hope that when they do, we remember each other the same way as the day we parted ways. I know I'll be seeing the girls again, some bonds are harder to break than others. And I hope we can still go crazy like we used to on Friday nights.
And yes, if anybody out there understood the point of Conrad's Heart of Darkness, please shed some light. I have no clue why I spent three weeks reading that book. It made no sense at all to me. I have cribbed about it on every possible platform that I could, yet, nobody has come forward to offer an explanation.
An hour and a half left for us to go get Nim from the airport. I need a new distraction to pass the time till then.
P.S. My last one year paid off. I got into the school I wanted to. Onto new things now. And that I only mention by the way.
Au Revoir, me looveelay.