Thursday, October 25, 2007

Heart Is Where The Home Is.

A few weeks back, a friend had thrown a grand party at his place to get us introduced to his fiancée who was visiting him. When I say grand, I do mean “Grand”. There was the most delectable food to choose from, free flow of wine, and rounds of poker and video games to play later. There was every kind of great food you could stuff your stomach with, and even more. After food and drinks, everyone settled to their choice of games or simply chatted and idled lazily. I was all sleepy and groggy eyed, and no matter how good the evening had been, I realized that all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. Yet none of the people were in the mood to leave, and I needed a ride back home. Not wanting to be a party pooper, I kept staring wide-eyed, unable to sleep, yet not quite active to participate. The hostess must have noticed this, for she soon started to stuff cushions under my head. Yet no matter how comfortable she tried to make me, all I wanted to do was to GO HOME. And I had never been more glad to be home.

Yeah, I am one of those people who have to get home by the end of the day. It’s not that I return to a house full of kids playing around, laughter, noise, or a significant one. Most of the times I talk to the bare walls. But no matter where I am, I want to get home at the end of the day.

There have been times when we were shopping all day and after that, G would insist me to have food with them and stay back. Yet no matter how much I wanted to, I would always find myself catching the last bus home. Another friend of mine has this posh condo on the 26th floor that overlooks the Elliott Bay on one side and the panoramic view of the city on the other side. Yet no matter how I swoon over my friend's place, I want to get back home.

I was staying at G’s place when my new home was not quite done, and I had merely dropped by my new place to keep some stuff. And suddenly something occurred to me and I knew that I was home. The place was unfurnished then, there was this one dim light and carpets on the floor. Yet the moment I was there, I decided to call G and let her know that I wouldn’t be home. Because I WAS HOME. I had cooked Maggi out of the one packet I could dig out, and had slept on the carpet. Yet the comfort in the knowledge of being home was unparalleled.

I don’t mean to demean my friends’ hospitality and warmth. They have great houses and the best hospitality to provide me, and I am immensely thankful for that. Yet no matter what, home is where I want to be at the end of the day. Familiar bed, familiar rooms, things familiar to touch and smell and see. Most of the times my room looks like Hurricane Katrina has struck it. And then when I can’t take the mess anymore, I spend hours cleaning up the place spic and span. Yet my familiar pillow, familiar blanket, familiar stuff has an extraordinary appeal to it. There have been times when I have hated to be the party pooper when everyone else wanted to stay back. I was once in the middle of an amazing party where an astronaut had brought his powerful telescope and everyone was having a great time watching the Jupiter and the craters on the moon. Yet the first opportunity, I slipped out and was given a ride home.

The point is, no matter where I am throughout the day, my home is where I want to get back at the end of the day. The familiarity, the joy of having one’s place surpasses any feeling of alienation or loneliness. They say the home is where the heart is. For me, my heart is where my home is.

sunshine

8 comments:

Adarsh said...

home sweet home.
the same case is with me. I also NEED to sleep on MY bed, work on MY computer, listen to MY songs, and so on....
good to know someone else feels the same :)

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arpana said...

agreed.

The one room you call yours forever beckons you, no matter what.

Rahul... in City of Dreamz said...

Yeah!!! Home is where the heart is.. for me .. its nine more days of agony... and then i head home :)

Wonderful post... made me miss my home too!

kashika said...

Hey Sunshine

Nice post. It reminded me of a quote that comes on 'Discovery Travel and Living' - it means tht the author doesnt like it when he feels at home away from home or something like tht. I dont remember the whole thing properly, I suck at this stuff :(

PS: Blogrolled you. I am sure u dont mind :)

KP said...

damn u party ruiner...lol...just kiddin....thats so ture home is where heart is and vice versa...

ggop said...

I understand completely :-)
It gets weirder. After few years (especially if you live on your own here) even your space in your home in India does not quite feel "@ home".

GenericIPguy said...

Dear Sunshine...
I can only share the same feeling...
almost 6 years now out of my home from Mumbai, in 3 cities doing jobs... but wanting to come to Bombay... just cant be forgotten.
Even now when i am Home, I end up spending max. time at my home rather than meeting all the friends [with whom I may have planned on meeting] before coming down to BOM...

Ghar.. laagi chute naa...

sunshine said...

adarsh- oh wow, thanks for the code dude. I'll try it out soon. That was very nice.

arpana- yeah, I guess so.

rahul- so how was home?

kashika- haha, sure thing.

kp- :)

ggop- I completely agree with you. I have fond memories of my home back in India, but now, this place is more of a home to me.

genericipguy- Yeah I agree, this bond, there is something about it.