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Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Wanderer..

I have surprised myself often by my strange reactions and perspectives.Yet again I came up with something which every one who has been to Delhi would call plain weird.I realised that my apartment complex in the big-bad city was far more quieter than the posh sector-living of Chandigarh.
The cocooned life of a metropolitan apartment (the one everyone cribs out),we don't know our neighbours,it is so lonely and isolated blah blah didn't atleast have ten wrong people ring your doorbell in one hour.It was away from the constant howls of hawkers and loud conversations of neighbourhood backyards.
I wonder am I really missing Delhi?
The question is difficult but frequent.I am now in the so-called well-planned city beautiful,and yes there are umpteen number of things that I get to do only here,like watching the sunset with a hot cuppa from my balcony,but yet there is something amiss.
I was born in a small sleepy hill-station and have lived most of my life there.The laid back slow pace of things was my way for more than two decades.Yet I wonder,do 6 years in Delhi erase all of that.Is a silly part of me missing the privacy of anonymity,the noise ,chaos and traffic.So where do I really belong now?The city where I was born,the city where I currently live or the city I think about often?Do I really belong or now my spirit is that of a wanderer..

2 comments:

  1. Pooja, you are too good a writer, so i had to gather some courage to write comment in your blog..So here you go. In plain words, my perspective is I think i still miss shimla the most, I never valued the place that much when I was there. I was in Panchkula for almost a year when i was working with ICICI and i loved everything about that place as well as chandigarh where my office was located. I think more quiet that any place on earth is US and it is so uncomfortable at times that i miss raat ka jagraata which was pain for me when i am not actually participating but i had to bear with distant noises. Here even when we go out for a walk, it feels like we are living in a "shamshaan"...rarely we meet someone with a Dog and that also since they won't like to go inside..:-)
    India is the most free country in the world, sometimes too much of law also drives me nuts. We have a creek beside our house but we can’t just sit there with our feet half dipped in water..Since we need permit to get into waters. Its crystal clear though and beauty is mind blowing..but unlike india its not touchable.. Its good and bad both. I can’t eexplain in how many ways I have missed india after so many years in US. But we just get used to where we live rather than being attached.

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  2. hi bindu!
    thanks for writing in and the compliments.this blog survives on feedback from old friends like you.do follow regularly and keep offering valuable inputs like the present one.

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