Memologs

Moments maketh life

30 August '15
I have never been much of a sentimental person. That's what I thought and believed. Till I was 20 years old, independence and self-reliance were of prime importance to me. When I decided to leave home at 20 for my Master's in another city, I was looking forward to the changing panorama of my habitat and way of life. And it was fun. The one year old album has its crazy, funny, depressing, stressful, heart-warming and proud moments in it. While doing everything I did, I didn't actually take a pause and look back. Till now.

I am going to be 22 soon; in 21 days to be precise. I was home for the weekend to celebrate the festival of Rakhi with my family. I had planned up this hurried and short visit because of the scene from my last semester-end holidays was stuck in my head.

"You won't be here for Rakshabandhan, will you?" My mother had said. And her face said she'd miss me. So, I thought I will go for her, to make her happy.

My family is a small one. Parents and a younger brother. I had never really realized the power of this small family though. Like in most families, I have had my issues with the member of my family. More with one than other. I used to think, 'I love them but I am not emotionally dependent on them. I have people, friends who would understand me better than them.'

But something happened in the moment I waved them bye while getting in the bus.

Ten minutes before, as I checked my seat, I had seen my brother on the other side of the window, keeping an eye on where the bus conductor put my bags in the deck of the bus. I had seen my mother scolding the bus manager for not keeping to the pre-determined time and place. I had walked to the door of the bus asked her to calm down.

My dad's face was concerned. "Do not eat anything that a stranger offers. Take care. Don't use a bus to travel next time." I said yes, I would. My 16 year old brother said, "He has kept your bags on the left corner. I have asked him not to bury them under other bags."

Simple things said. But they made me feel so touched. As i waved at them, I was thinking of how much that short hurried weekend at home is going to boost me up for the months away. How much I m going to miss my crazy mis-matched family.

23 October' 15
22 and a month young. I can't wait to go back home. 13 days till I reach home. The city I study in has given me a lot of learning but it never succeeds in relaxing me. My head is always on a run. My sleep is never without jolts. I wonder what a construction and 3 people can do to you, that no other place can do for you. If humans have a mind or a soul, I think it has the ability to get woven to things which would not give them anything but moments of relaxation, where they can feel life, other life attached to their own. Whether it is a person, a few people, a huge family or a town, the mind or the soul can weave itself into it such that it would be really difficult to get out of that nexus.

Language should realize and change itself. It should stop asking "Where is your home?", and instead ask "Who is your home?" That would be more apt, don't you think so?