Monday, March 19, 2007
Extreme Rant Vol I Ch 3 ...... Thoughtful rant
i like to think of Dubai as my home. i like to think that this place comforts me. But there is always a feeling of deep emptiness within me.
I think it has something to do with the immense abundance of date palm trees. Somehow the date palm just doesn't have the same majesty of a much more symbolic tree like the great Banyan. Life and energy always seems to surround the Banyan... Children siting on the high branch of the tree... talking about what they want to be when they grow up.... most of them want to be cricketers.
I miss climbing a tree...
i miss cycling on my Philips just for fun, the ups and downs in the streets of Delhi being my race track, and the wind my rival... I miss sitting in front of my dadima's house on stones that i had painted red years ago with paint that i had made myself, eating freshly cut mangoes, talking with my neighbours... I miss flying a kite... i miss walking down to the marketplace to buy milk that is sold in packets and not bottles... I miss reading mystery books and munching on a packet of Peppy chips.
Peppy chips... *mmmmmmmm*
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Peppy chips? Arent they those pappy snack things :P
Why would you be missing them they're stil;l in circulation o_O
Hmm, I know just how you feel. I was studying in Bangalore for a while and I miss most everything about that place. The man who used to stand outside the school gates with corn and chilly, and the chaat masala. There was such a sense of belonging, Dubai might be the place where i was born and brought up but India's our home. :)
Hmm. You should see Shalaka's post on 'home'. It was her last one.
Home.. Thing I hate most about Dubai is the fact that it's impossible to bike anywhere for a trillion reasons.
I MISS BIKING.
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