It's been a year and 5 days, since I came back from India to US after a wonderful trip. Time goes very fast, I didn't notice until I actually realized the fact that it's already an year after the trip. When I came to the States for the very 1st time, me and my friends had already planned about our visit back home, before even our classes started!
15th August (Indians will not forget this date) of the year 2009 was my last day in India, as I was waiting to board the British Airways flight en-route Newark via London. I was standing in the queue to get in the main lobby of the airport, just when a band started playing the national anthem, "Jana Gana Mana". That made me feel I am going to start a new journey of life just as India started 62 years ago. I was ready to get in the main lobby, with my family wishing me good luck and waving me bye with tears. I went in with just a tear in my eye trying to come out, but it stopped. After getting done with the security check, and the baggage check, I thought I should call my parents and let them know that I am doe and now I'll be waiting for the flight announcement. So, I found a phone-booth and dialed my cell number (it was with my sister).
Me: Hello
Sister: Hello, kon? (Who?)
Me: Vikram.
Sis: e to nathi, e to America gayo!! (He's not here, He has gone to America)
Me: abe, haji to plane aayu pan nathi ne mane America mokli didho!! (Hey! I am still waiting for my flight to come and you already sent me the US)
Sis: oye, tu!! Mane em taro koi friend chhe tara mate puchhe chhe!! (Oh, You!! I thought one of your friends called and was asking about you!)
This conversation was too hilarious. I boarded the flight soon after and embarked a new journey alone. I reached my final destination after a couple of hiccups. It started off well and we didn't even know when our time was running. After an year and a half, me and my friends were all set to go back, meet our other mates and of course our family.
After going some place for a trip (in the US) or a hang-out and come back to our apartment, I'd feel I am back home (the place where we lived in the US). But, when I went back to India, I had a very different kind of feeling. I felt, I am back to my home after 1&1/2 years. I felt relaxed when I got there. My parents, a close friend (we studied in the same school, lived in the same place), my cousins and a couple of other family members were waiting to receive the NRI (although I am still a student, once you leave the country you get the tag). My sister had planned a wonderful surprise for me at home. I was overfilled with emotions and happiness. Sitting on the sofa, and sipping the masala chai was always missed. Hanging out with friends late nights, going out in shorts (although it was winter in India, the temperature felt to me was of the fall in the States).
Good Night. Thank you!
15th August (Indians will not forget this date) of the year 2009 was my last day in India, as I was waiting to board the British Airways flight en-route Newark via London. I was standing in the queue to get in the main lobby of the airport, just when a band started playing the national anthem, "Jana Gana Mana". That made me feel I am going to start a new journey of life just as India started 62 years ago. I was ready to get in the main lobby, with my family wishing me good luck and waving me bye with tears. I went in with just a tear in my eye trying to come out, but it stopped. After getting done with the security check, and the baggage check, I thought I should call my parents and let them know that I am doe and now I'll be waiting for the flight announcement. So, I found a phone-booth and dialed my cell number (it was with my sister).
Me: Hello
Sister: Hello, kon? (Who?)
Me: Vikram.
Sis: e to nathi, e to America gayo!! (He's not here, He has gone to America)
Me: abe, haji to plane aayu pan nathi ne mane America mokli didho!! (Hey! I am still waiting for my flight to come and you already sent me the US)
Sis: oye, tu!! Mane em taro koi friend chhe tara mate puchhe chhe!! (Oh, You!! I thought one of your friends called and was asking about you!)
This conversation was too hilarious. I boarded the flight soon after and embarked a new journey alone. I reached my final destination after a couple of hiccups. It started off well and we didn't even know when our time was running. After an year and a half, me and my friends were all set to go back, meet our other mates and of course our family.
After going some place for a trip (in the US) or a hang-out and come back to our apartment, I'd feel I am back home (the place where we lived in the US). But, when I went back to India, I had a very different kind of feeling. I felt, I am back to my home after 1&1/2 years. I felt relaxed when I got there. My parents, a close friend (we studied in the same school, lived in the same place), my cousins and a couple of other family members were waiting to receive the NRI (although I am still a student, once you leave the country you get the tag). My sister had planned a wonderful surprise for me at home. I was overfilled with emotions and happiness. Sitting on the sofa, and sipping the masala chai was always missed. Hanging out with friends late nights, going out in shorts (although it was winter in India, the temperature felt to me was of the fall in the States).
And just after that dreadful year 2011, almost an year after I am sitting on my desk with a garam chai (tea) in my hand, penning down the memories and thinking, "kab vapas aayenge vo din, jab hum karte the ek doosre ki leg pulling", because in my next trip most of my buddies will be seen with their wives, or some with their kids (one of'em was already married when I left!! Poor Guy).
Time's running fast, It's been more than 2 hours now and my cup of tea is already empty.
Good one dude..!! The time will come soon. Pretty soon :)
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