Home Sweet Home !!!
This time I’ve decided to pick up from the previous post. Ya, I concluded in the previous post describing about the joy of being at home no matter on which part of earth it is situated. First of all, I’d like to specify that this is my first serious post after joining Satyam Computers Services Ltd and precisely this is the first time I’ve left home and started living without my parents in approximately 20 years. Many of you might be thinking that what kinda bullshit is this coz you have been living without your parents since you were born or you are a living example of Tom Hanks in Castaway or you have left your parents in the same age as Amitabh Bachchan when his parents left him in Deewar. Your’s could be any story but I’m here to tell you mine and it’s a heart rendering story. Heart rendering as such that all the weak hearted home sick guys living out of their homes will face the ultimate torture when they read this and some of them may need a bundle of tissue papers (if you don’t have ‘em right now then just run to the nearest washroom). This story will tell you about how I felt when I returned home, after living without my parents for the first time. So I’ll Start…
On my way back home my heart was singing Lynyrd Skynyrd’s
Now I’m sitting at my home sipping home made coffee and writing this post. Life @ home rocks when you come back home after a long time. Just imagine your mom is trying to wake you up at but you still want to be in your blankets coz its cold outside. Then you wake up with a nice cardamom flavoured tea and bourbon biscuits and then switch on your PC to listen to the latest songs you’ve downloaded last night from the internet. Then you dial your favourite number to listen to the sweet voice of the special someone without worrying about bills coz it’s home yaar. Then you have
So I think, I’ve tortured you poor souls enough who are living out of your homes, eating cold and oily food from the third grade cafeteria of your offices, taking tension of the project report you have to submit to your project managers the next day, sleeping in the cold beds in which your mind becomes so numb that you even stop feeling your own legs and finally losing your mind, when you need coffee the most and you don’t get it coz there’s no coffee powder in your untidy and unorganised flat.
I think it’s time to leave before you fill my blog with abusive comments…Ciao…have fun and do miss home – the ultimate place to be in.