Looking at the future....

As I plan to return home to India, there is so much uncertainty. But, in a good way. On my last trip home, I wondered how I would fit in – the dust, the pollution, the hullaballoo, the noise – the entropy! But by the end of the trip, the DNA had taken over and I was doing my bit to add to the mess – driving rashly, being impolite and edgy!
I guess it will not be so difficult to go back to the roots!
Only that the time is not certain. Post October seems difficult.
Would it be Jan or Feb remains to be seen.
And what would I do when I am back? Same rigmarole in Bangalore, or the same rigmarole at a different place? Or a different juggle at an MBA?

All that is left...

...are returned cards written in awkward cursive.
...are entries in the diary with yellowing pages.
...are dried flowers, moldy chocolate wrappers.
...are unrealized hopes, childhood fantasies.
...and some broken hearts....

Lots of baggage, in a blue plastic bag.

ना जाने क्यूँ ....

ना जाने क्यूँ होता है यह ज़िन्दगी के साथ
अचानक ये दिल किसी के जाने के बाद
करे फिर उसकी याद
छोटी छोटी सी बात

Everybody loves Raj

…but few seem interested in figuring out what Raj loves.
Should I feel blessed and cherish what I get without needing to ask? Or should I shout out and feel sorry for what I cannot get, cannot share, and cannot make others understand?