Friday, 7 December 2012
In light of all that has occurred over the last 6 months, I've been grappling with what home is? Where I felt at home? Where would it be now? Where would I feel the same as I had in the house that I had grown up in and lived in for 10 years. Would it be where my parents lived now? would it be the house they left behind, where half of my things are? would it be my hostel (but do hostels ever feel like home?!)
On the topic of home and the feeling of it, the words of Andrew Largeman from the film 'Garden State' would come back to me.
"You'll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it's gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It's like you feel homesick for a place that doesn't even exist. Maybe it's like this rite of passage, you know. You won't ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it's like a cycle or something. I don't know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that's all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place."
And to some extent I understand this well and agree with. Here he talks of the house he grew up in not feeling at home there, but we left the house I grew up in, it truly doesn't exist in my world any more. I don't understand this need I have to define what home is but I have it.
The more I think and try to define what home means to me, where it is, the more the silly age old line would pop into my head "home is where the heart is." It just stuck in my head, when I put this line together with everything that has transpired in the last 6 months, there isn't a better explanation. I realise how cheesy this all sounds and I try and cut out the cheesy when I write to you (try!) But I guess that's the reason I haven't written in so long, because my life of late is only that, cheesy and wonderful.
With this realisation that home is truly where your heart is, where you feel so incredibly loved, I could see my life in flashback. When I started college and my parents moved, I was pretty sad (I love my familiar space and familiar people, that's why they call me a cat) But the amount I've been loved and looked after is amazing.
Home is having lunch with G and going every weekend to family, eating dinner together and just spending time together. Home is stealing your brother's t-shirts and playing video games together.
Home is having the entire family together for the first Diwali you thought you'd be alone.
Home is going to a friend's home and leaving tiny presents because you know you won't meet for christmas. It is, watching tv and eating crappy food till 12 with friends and getting scolded by others for being too loud. Home is the time spent alone in my room dancing around.
And for each of these instances it's as though my mind just goes "you're doing okay kid."
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
How goes your march? The summer seems to have begun really suddenly here in Delhi. Not fun! I haven't even taken out my summer clothes yet.
Anywho, I thought I'd introduce you to 3 very special people in my life. You could call them my guardian angels if you like.
So first up:
1. Tiny the Music Elephant/ Theodore
I made him myself and he is actually really teeny tiny(that is a medium bunch of post-its he is standing on). He hangs around near the ipod dock in my room guarding it and making sure that only the loveliest songs get played. His personality is painted all over him, as you can see. I especially love the flowers on his back.
But the biggest achievement about him is that he has ears. When I had made an elephant for my sister I forgot the ears!
2. Lady Hummeli
This lovely bumblebee sits on my desk, smiling at me whenever I get frustrated from studying. She is very very lady like as you can see from the side positioning of her legs. But she is also very spunky which you can see from her hair. She was given to me by the awesome G. She is actually a keychain but don't ever say that to her ladyship, she despises labels.
Some might find him a bit creepy but I don't. Those large eyes quietly judge me the entire day. They look out for me when I seem sad. He was also drawn for me by G(she is pretty cool).
This post may make you think that I stay in my room all day and have no friends. But that isn't true! It's not like I'm crazy, I don't have staring contests with this alien or talk to him as though we're having a deep philosophical discussion!
Of course I don't.
Ok moving on!
so here they are, my roommates.
Say bye roommates,