- You get to hear the sound of mom's voice from the very first second of your morning... imagine not being forced to wake up to a wailing alarm clock and hear your mom calling you instead.
- You don't have to cook, clean or do the laundry.
- Warm, fresh chapatis appear magically on your plate during meals, refills and second helpings come unasked for.
- People will always find that you've thinned and take up the challenge to stuff you enough for the next six months.
- You clothes get magically selected for washing, cleaned, dried, neatly folded and ironed if necessary, and then they appear in the closet.
- You don't need to worry over what will be cooked, and whether it will be available on time.
- People actually bother to come and tell you to come and eat breakfast.
- In fact, they will even drag you to have your food.
- You get to haggle over the price of vegetables in the market, mentally calculating how much you saved when you bring down the price of a cabbage from 0.2 $ to $0.1 .
- You can tell everyone any story about Umreeka and they'll believe it, including flying cars and loose women ;)
- Finally, you love the looks on the kids' faces (a mixture of awe and disgust) when their parents introduce you and tell them, "See, you must become 'great' like that!"
The hit counter on my blog reached 20074 today. Why you may ask, is that news, and why hadn't I cheered myself up when it was at 20,000 for example? Well, it is news because 20074 has been a very special number for me during my entire college life: it was my admission number, and my system-wide unique identity. It is strange, and surprising, how these numbers become a part of our identity. The social security number, the passport number, the id number in the college, or even your roll number somehow becomes an almost innate part of the day-to-day life. As soon as I see the same number somewhere else: maybe on a telephone, on a hitcounter, maybe somewhere else... a thousand memories are triggered. As my eyes struck the hitcounter showing 20074 right now, I was thrown back to memories of filling up exam answer sheets, hostel admission forms, library recall requests, and so much more! I believe that number was present on almost every official form which I filled in college: even when
Hey so true! I am going home too!!!!! :))
ReplyDeletehmmm. and i still wanna go home :)
ReplyDeleteManasi, hey long time no see! Mujhe bhi ghar jaana hai! :(
ReplyDeleteRicercar, so do I! :(
hmm..kinda reminds me of my hostel dayz but i was naughty enough to make frequent trips back home jus to have ghar ka khana !!..newayz d experience of living on ur own in a foreign land sure has its own gifts to offer..all dat pampering offered wen u finally reach home..Happy journey !!:)
ReplyDeleteGood! I'm sure you'll have some more to add after your visit home. Have a great time there filling yourself with chapatis :)
ReplyDeleteyah and all the food is cooked of yuor choice only!!
ReplyDeleteWhy do I have a feeling that most of these initial things you mentioned can be taken care of by domestic help? Come on, you need a family for better reasons than feeding you and washing your clothes.
ReplyDeleteLavender, ahh, unfortunately a trip back home from now costs $1600 or more :((. Most importantly, I was just imagining... I'm not going home just yet!! :(((((
ReplyDeleteAlpine Path, not going hommeeeee :((((((
Pallavi, of course! Thats the added bonus.
Sky, yeah as usual you forgot to sign off. I do need my family for 'other' reasons... these are just perks! :D
Oops...that comment attributed to me wasn't made by me! I was too busy having a good time in 6 flags to read this one ;p
ReplyDeleteAnyways, kind of agree with that comment...I think the best thing about going home would be lots of hugs and the smell of home...I don't think anywhere else can have that smell or that feel :)
Sky
PS now i guess i will be more careful about signing off with my name ;)
poor sky! :p
ReplyDeleteu not goin home!? kya hua??
ummm.. i'm on the other side.. the person who sits at home and gets pampered to hell.. and i know exactly what you're talking about..
ReplyDeletebut..
but..
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i really envy you ur independence :)
guess the grass is greener on the other side..ehhehe.. :)
The real Sky, okay, so I mistook the other one for you. But, since you agree with him (her?), my answer still holds. And about what you mentioned as reasons, well... senti nahi karne ka!!
ReplyDeleteJanum, "poor sky"!! ... bloohahahha.... thanks a lot! Not going home, dear... just that I have a very active imagination.
Wendy, yeah there's always a tradeoff. BTW, Welcome onboard!
Hehehe...yeah very very poor sky...or at least till I win the lottery :D
ReplyDeleteSky
Sky, Oh yes... very poor indeed! Say, do I get a share of the winnings?
ReplyDeleteexcept a few of the ones u mentioned..listenin to such reasons makes me terrified of goin away in the first place.. :o
ReplyDeleteDi, don't worry... you'll get used to it. :) BTW, nice pic!
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