Continued from my previous post……yes I was annoyed, agitated, and moreover a bit disappointed that even after my numerous requests, my parents went along and advertised my return and their eagerness to get me married…
All I wanted was a quiet holiday, a long awaited break, a good time, to rejuvenate, to energise, to make me return to where I was back in July 06……I am sure I will, but these unwanted barriers will slow me down. I have higher planes to cover, higher ambitions to achieve.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t let met my parents down, went along with their plans and ideas and suffered to see them sulk, when questioned by their counterparts about the logistics of ‘Hotel Management’!! Will I ever rewind time and accept the engineering course I obtained through the state entrance board…..no, it is a thumping NO…. I am what I am….and I am proud of what I am…..i wont change it for the world…..After all how many Deputy General Manager’s will you find in a renowned Hotel Chain in Europe with an Indian ethnicity…….
But do I have a more serious issue…an underlying problem….i hope you still remember how I became a blogger….the blogger who inspired me to write again….Anagha…am I still in love with her…….
I analysed the whole situation, I tried to convince myself it is infatuation…..but for a thirty one year old an attraction/infatuation will last days…maximum weeks…not four months!!! Yes I still think about Anagha….even when I met the girls whom my parents wanted me to meet….I was looking for traits…Anagha has…..I found none…My Anagha is unique…
I still wake up thinking of my pearl
I sleep to dream about her
I wake up to know, that I still can dream
I find comfort knowing that she is just a thought away
I have planned a trip to where Anagha works…..my old City…where I learned the basics of my job….few of my good old friends are still there….some have their kids…whom I haven’t seen yet…yes I want to see them….see my good old friends…do the things we used to do a long time back….8 years …..that’s how long I have left that city…..every corner brings me memories….this time….its more special……
I might get to see this gem….maybe in a shopping complex….maybe in a restaurant…..maybe at the bus stop….maybe at the bookshop…maybe……..
What if I see her, will I be courageous enough to say hello….will she reciprocate my feelings…..I not know….. but for now…..just the thought that I will be treading the same path, smelling the same air, I will be near my sweetest……that thought is more than enough to drive me…..
Sunday, January 13, 2008
The Aftermath of my long awaited trip
Breaking myths, losing beliefs, discovering myself, reinventing me, accepting the so called truth, above all, stamping and underlining the fact that I am the true epitome of optimism. Yes I am still a dreamer, and an optimist ……the eternal optimist.
As usual reached the departure lounge at Dublin airport well ahead of the departure time. Since I had checked in both my cases, I had the luxury of travelling baggage free. The name of the bar made me walk towards it; it was very aptly named ‘Time’ …. Sat there for two hours thinking about the eight years I spent in Dublin…nevertheless to say…..my change process began there in the Time bar a full 24 hours before I landed in Cochin…
Flew Etihad and they lived up to their promise, one of the better flights I had in recent times. Till I boarded the Etihad to Cochin from Abu Dhabi, I felt and people around me felt that I had the patience of a saint. Yes, my patience threshold is quiet high and I am proud of it, actually a fact which irritates me as well from time to time. Thanks to the two hostesses I don’t feel that bad any more, because I saw two people with a much higher degree of patience level than me. Fifty percent who flew Etihad to Cochin that day were returning after the Hajj festival. The flight got delayed by nearly an hour because of the pilgrims. With all due respect, nearly 99% of them could not differentiate between a passport and a ration card….leave alone the boarding pass. The flight’s take off was further delayed because these passengers ability or inability to understand the ground and air rules. This drama continued in mid air as well and got worse before landing. Maybe scared that the fellow pilgrims might nick their valuables, they decided to take out their baggage and store in-between the seats….least to say…landing was delayed as well!!! After the first leg, I was thanking God that I wasn’t a crew in this trip….just imagine throwing people out in mid air!! Hats off to the two girls, Sheetal from Mumbai and Angelica from Philippines….i bet they drowned their sorrows that evening……I would have…
Landed around 4am…filled around 50 embarkment cards……my good deeds done for the month!!! Hope all the Hajj blessings will be shared!! Walked out to be greeted by my Old Man….well he looked swell! My friends always thought that my Appa, who is an engineer by trade is a body builder…..he does have real broad shoulders…Drove another forty five minutes to see the ‘welcome home tears’ ….i always wonder where does Amma store these tears…even though I think now that she shares that ‘well’ with me!!! It was my cousins house, I had missed the house warming by a day…after opening a brand new hotel, I had become an expert in snagging… at the end of the first two hours, my cousin had a list five pages long!!!
I did get a glimpse of Kerala traffic and road rage early that morning….but the ‘changing’ me was ready for another challenge…I took the car keys off Appa for our ‘home lap’. One hour and fifty minutes….Mulanthuruthy - Chengennur ….well, I was quiet chuffed! 41/2 years away from my roads, but it took me just 5 minutes to find my groove!
Were there tears in my eyes when I pulled the car into my garage…..i don’t know…but I did experience a feeling which cannot be explained. Unfortunately my ‘my home’ mood did not last that long since anticipating my arrival and against my umpteen requests, my parents had placed an ad in the leading daily in the matrimonial column…..announcing the Prodigal son’s return…..
(To be continued)
As usual reached the departure lounge at Dublin airport well ahead of the departure time. Since I had checked in both my cases, I had the luxury of travelling baggage free. The name of the bar made me walk towards it; it was very aptly named ‘Time’ …. Sat there for two hours thinking about the eight years I spent in Dublin…nevertheless to say…..my change process began there in the Time bar a full 24 hours before I landed in Cochin…
Flew Etihad and they lived up to their promise, one of the better flights I had in recent times. Till I boarded the Etihad to Cochin from Abu Dhabi, I felt and people around me felt that I had the patience of a saint. Yes, my patience threshold is quiet high and I am proud of it, actually a fact which irritates me as well from time to time. Thanks to the two hostesses I don’t feel that bad any more, because I saw two people with a much higher degree of patience level than me. Fifty percent who flew Etihad to Cochin that day were returning after the Hajj festival. The flight got delayed by nearly an hour because of the pilgrims. With all due respect, nearly 99% of them could not differentiate between a passport and a ration card….leave alone the boarding pass. The flight’s take off was further delayed because these passengers ability or inability to understand the ground and air rules. This drama continued in mid air as well and got worse before landing. Maybe scared that the fellow pilgrims might nick their valuables, they decided to take out their baggage and store in-between the seats….least to say…landing was delayed as well!!! After the first leg, I was thanking God that I wasn’t a crew in this trip….just imagine throwing people out in mid air!! Hats off to the two girls, Sheetal from Mumbai and Angelica from Philippines….i bet they drowned their sorrows that evening……I would have…
Landed around 4am…filled around 50 embarkment cards……my good deeds done for the month!!! Hope all the Hajj blessings will be shared!! Walked out to be greeted by my Old Man….well he looked swell! My friends always thought that my Appa, who is an engineer by trade is a body builder…..he does have real broad shoulders…Drove another forty five minutes to see the ‘welcome home tears’ ….i always wonder where does Amma store these tears…even though I think now that she shares that ‘well’ with me!!! It was my cousins house, I had missed the house warming by a day…after opening a brand new hotel, I had become an expert in snagging… at the end of the first two hours, my cousin had a list five pages long!!!
I did get a glimpse of Kerala traffic and road rage early that morning….but the ‘changing’ me was ready for another challenge…I took the car keys off Appa for our ‘home lap’. One hour and fifty minutes….Mulanthuruthy - Chengennur ….well, I was quiet chuffed! 41/2 years away from my roads, but it took me just 5 minutes to find my groove!
Were there tears in my eyes when I pulled the car into my garage…..i don’t know…but I did experience a feeling which cannot be explained. Unfortunately my ‘my home’ mood did not last that long since anticipating my arrival and against my umpteen requests, my parents had placed an ad in the leading daily in the matrimonial column…..announcing the Prodigal son’s return…..
(To be continued)
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