Homesickness

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I miss:
-Sindhi curry
-calling friends at 30p/minute
-VESIT
-sleeping 1AM-8PM
-khau galli
-chatting non-stop for 3 hours and still wanting more
-being woken up by people rather than an alarm
-Marine Drive
-affordable restaurants
-auto rickshaws
-Nix
-my team at Accenture
-treats without the GPL ;)
-fighting for a Choco Avalanche that lasts 20 seconds
-going on random treks to random places
-having objects to photograph closeby
-local trains
-lectures from Dada on practically everything I do or don't do
-weekends
-reading a novel from start to end at one go
-Kandha Poha
-watching 4 movies in a day
-unforeseen heavy rains
-Linking Road
-Vada Paav
-my inner circle
-having a refrigerator in the room, with food on demand
-college fests
-matke ka paani
-H n H
-weekend getaways
-seeing both rudeness and nicety in a moment
-a paycheck
-trips to Bangalore
-late night drives
-BEST buses
-Pasada's movie recommendations
-unrestricted night downloads
-getting, making and giving customized gifts
-unnecessary advice from over-smart relatives
-counselling sessions with friends
-wasting time and not feeling guilty about it
-being close to reality
-being left alone in my own world
-Mumbai

Comments

Mansha said…
I love it !! I caught this during MY nostalgic phase :)
December 3, 2009 at 8:18 PM
Amal said…
"-fighting for a Choco Avalanche that lasts 20 seconds" :D

U must
-constant temperature throughout the year

whats H n H
December 3, 2009 at 8:23 PM
Pallavi said…
:) That should suffice for a comment.
December 3, 2009 at 9:16 PM
Unknown said…
HnH stands for Harsh and Hetal...

I miss u soooo much :(

All the things you wrote are worth missing. Even dada's lectures. His voice rings in my ears the day i don't see him..:)
December 4, 2009 at 11:47 AM
Neha said…
oh! so you are a mumbaite even? cool!!!

just to make you feel better i like go to marine drive everyday :P

:)
December 4, 2009 at 10:55 PM
Vishesh said…
Ha some is all nostalgic :)
December 5, 2009 at 11:31 AM
The Illuminator said…
@Mansha: Yes, we all have our days...

@Amal: No, that will be too boring. I only don't like waking up in the morning for lectures. Otherwise, all cool!

@Pallavi: :) That should suffice for a reply.

@Nix: Me too :(

@Neha: Yes, I am! Pucca Mumbaikar.

@Vishesh: Finally, I make sense of your comment..hehe.
December 6, 2009 at 6:34 PM
Metallica bhakt! said…
I am still in Mumbai and can do majority of the above listed things!! Muahaahahahah! ;)
December 7, 2009 at 9:06 PM
Labyrinthine said…
Wow! The post suddenly made me think of Dubai, for no reason. Totally loved it.
December 10, 2009 at 1:06 PM
Priya said…
This post rocks!! :D

/*wasting time and not feeling guilty about it*/
The story of my life..
December 12, 2009 at 10:23 PM
Unknown said…
I can actually relate with your homesickness despite the fact that your and my world has little in common.

Everytime I come down to India during Summer (as a mere visitor), it just gives me a sense of belonging. Even though I haven't ever been a part of it, it just feels like HOME. Deep down, I am an Indian and every sense in my soul knows that too.

All i want to do is to move to India. I really do. You are lucky and I am jealous. :(
February 6, 2010 at 9:49 AM
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