back home..

Finally, I'm back home!!

It's been 10 successive months, the only 10 months in my life when I was not home, not with my family. A silvery country, called United States of America kept me away from my country, my hometown, my house and my people to chase a dream called doctorate degree. Temporally, I'm one-fourth a way through my chase, but practically, I know I've hardly stepped a foot ahead of where I was when I left for Rolla last August..
But that is not what I want to think, or write, so I adjust the reclined seat, tighten the seat-belt, and in my ipod, started playing the song suggested by my friends for this auspicious moment when the flight is about to land...."Yeh jo des hai mera, swades hai mera"....Ohh....it feels like just the other day when the flight was taking off and I was thinking hard not to think about the fact that my new destination is just as far as a galaxy from wherever I had been so far! I could remember the awe in my inner sense on that day of departure.

But right now I am feeling the restlessness to come back to everything that has always been so effortlessly a part of my life, so naturally known and familiar. A sigh of relief came out on the announcement of landing, or rather on the return (although for a constrained time) from a world where everything has to be so intelligently known and made familiar with. Isn't it feeling like tasting Mom's food after eating delicious outside food for long? Yes, it is.....I answered to myself. I needed to go out for those things that finally turned out tiring, but I can't really live without things at home. And my home is finally just few minutes away from me....and I've successfully covered all the astronomical distances imposed by life and made my way back. So with closed eyes I'm realizing the words in the song...."Yeh woh bandhan hai jo kabhi tut nahi sakta"

The emotional moments in the airport, the happiness and the suppressed pain behind it knowing that this joy is just for few coming days, are beyond my pen's reach! I don't think I can write them down in the way they actually occured. I believe every home-coming are the moments which actually makes u realize how much you have missed in the days of parting.

After I've spent a few days at home, I realized, in the past months of struggle and fun and hardwork and indiscipline and parties and loneliness, how easily all the memories of the sleepless nights I spent to make my career pass through the 'golden allay' of USA have died away; how it has become a part of my daily schedule and not my dream anymore, to attain the heights; how strongly all the minutest and most subtle attachments which I never cared for have occupied their deserved places in my heart; and how I've learned to move on with all the impossible dreams and wishes kept aside, just to survive and do what is already assigned (Gosh knows whether by my advisor or God, both are supposed to be synnonymous for a doctoral student though) for me. And on the top of everything, I realized how much I know that I came back home just to go back to the world I've left for last time, and home-comming is so sweet and blissful because I always know that I've to go back again....