Yay! I have only nineteen days left to go to be back in my Swades. This isn’t some NASA scientist a.k.a Mohan Bhargav talking about his homecoming to his native village but an impressionable young adult yearning to be back in the midst of family, friends, Bhaski and Cheddis after seven weeks in Singapore. Isn’t it just a four hour plane journey out of Kolkata? Yes, I know in many ways one can say that Singapore is India’s best metropolis with a decent dose of fair-skinned people thrown in. But I miss my country and all the heat, sweat, grime and traffic jams that come with it. I just can’t wait to be back in KGP bunking classes and staying up till three in the morning for the last plate of fried maggi at JCB, for the chai at Tikkas, for the endless bhaat sessions over the most absurd topics one can think of.
Singapore has been lovely though especially the last weekend. I guess it’s just one of those things that you tend to get used to. So, no matter how cozy your apartment maybe, how swanky the shopping malls, how organized the traffic- it isn’t what makes you feel at home.
Updates on my new purchases- Ipod shuffle that I can’t seem to get enough of, Canon Powershot SX210 IS digital camera that even makes my smile look natural and an electric shaver for Baba. That’s it! I am done with my gadget shopping. Having spent nearly a quarter of my salary on them, I put my hands up! But boy, does it not feel great to own these masterpieces of technology !
The last weekend was perhaps the most action packed one. Hadn’t planned it to be thus. So it seems even more thrilling that it turned out that way. Two close friends for company and my first night out in phoren land. A few lines were crossed. “Lal dupatta udh gaya re mere hawa ke jhonke se”- this jingle got immortalized in our music library for reasons having no far-fetched relations with music or melody. I traveled to the southern most point of continental Asia, watched the sunset against a picturesque blue ocean and trailed a thousand footsteps on the white sand.
And just when one thought that beauty couldn’t get more intoxicating, the full moon reminded me of a night spent under the spell of honesty and innocence when I was let into a world, familiar yet mystical at once.
It’s time to wrap up things. The shampoos, body soaps, nail polishes & chocolates are about to be piled up for people back home. I have a presentation to give for the completion of my last objective. Just hope that passes well. Had this wonderful director meeting with Harriet Guest, more like talking with a friend actually. Have never felt so good about myself after all the praise she heaped on my communication skills. I hope she meant it because I’m gonna need a lot of that in the days to come, in more ways than one.
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