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Home is where the heart is...

Dekh liya hamne jag saara, apna ghar hai sabse pyara…...


Bang sing the little fledglings of mumma bird once they grow wings and get strong enough to take an endless flight…

The poem (which I can’t find anymore) goes like this that the young ones don’t have wings and say that, for us, the world is just this nest since we cant look any further. They grow gradually and the dimension of world also expands for them. From nest to park boundary to fields to the endless sky. All through this time, they were yearning to fly and see how big is the world. Once they do…they conclude…

Dekh liya hamne jag saara,
Apna ghar hai sabse pyara.

Home is where the heart is. Whether someone is homesick or adventurous, wants to travel the world or just stay in routine. There is only one place that heart yearns for.

I want to travel the world. See what nature has given us. Explore and Experience. Nearly 25 years of my life I have clung to this place. HAPPILY. But now its time… As I said, I have been indicated that this time, I’m leaving once forever. 21 weeks in Delhi has transformed to just three weeks left in Delhi. From now to where…

I have not lived in any other city of world but like a chauvinist, a confident one, I say, This is the place to be. It is for everyone. U can eat up stomach fill for 5 rupees or 5000. Old Delhi slowly melts its way through Lal Quila to city centre of Cannaught Place and wings into old conventional west, newly, so called upper middle class affluents in east, and ever posh south. Not to forget the plastic robot like programmed humans of Gurgaon and happy and cozy, confused with their identity in Noida.
If Mumbai is for star-eyed aspirations, Bangalore for professional, corporate- silicon-city-look alike fascination, Calcutta city of joy (whatever, I doubt, will comment post two years) Delhi is for realist self exploration….and of aspiration, fascination and self exploration, I choose…..ALL.
Yeah…Delhi is a packaged deal.

So I go…venture in something I know has promise of future for me….Heart is here in Delhi of course….More so in Home…Home is where everyone is…..
Places don’t matter…

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