Hey all....after a long tym....
Though i never get tired of writing about heartbreaks and the pathetic phases of life....this time i jus felt like tuning the chords on a different note...
Its been 2 months now that i am away from home...and before i left India i thot i would probably suffocate....get admitted to the ICU in a week's tym..and finally die....wihtout all of my folks back there...bt then....NO...i m still alive...and very much surviving this place...Sydney....
But i definitly miss those days....I miss home....i miss my room and it's red n pink stripped walls with my crap-scrap-work all over it...i miss sleeping all day in my mom's bedroom....i miss things being served at my beck n call..i miss going crazy wid enasree , neil...and all my other fellow mates..(i cant write everybody's name..sorry.. :|..the list is way too long) ....i miss making sudden plans wid sayanti...and then workin them out...i miss being hugged tight by ree...my li'll sister...i miss being screamed at by Baba for not followin his dress code...i miss Ma's face when she used to get paranoid about my piercings..and i miss dadu's call from downstairs....i miss it all..i miss every bit of it....
Before the last two months i dont remember the last tym when i worked myself to get a glass of water..or when i bent down to move my pyjamas from the middle of the floor....but now i clean my entire room...i make my own breakfast..i make dinner....i take responsibilties... (ma must be feeling so happy readin this eh)....and i hate it... aftr the first two weeks of arrival i wanted to run back home..
But somewhere round the corner i feel this place has made me what i should be n not what i wanted to b....that definitely disgusts me.....falling into a routine and doing things in the convinient way was never my cup of tea...bt now m doin it.....
This place is weird...the hilly roads....the busy city...the i-really-dont-have-time-to-look-at-anyone-else attitude of people here...and the bustling streets and the lonely quiet suburbs...they kinda keep you in a strange trance......
The first tym i called my best friend back home....n the first thing that i said was.."Dude..people here are so fake man..this place sucks..."
But now i know if u search a li'll deeper u gonna find atleast one true smile amongst the many fake ones...and that one smile is gonna make ur day warmer...
and i do have reasons to smile..i do have reasons to forget he past...forget all that i have and havnt done...and jus move on...MOVE on for a better day...a better ME...
I miss it back home...bt i gotta make history here.... :)
LOVING SYDNEY...MISSING INDIA...
