Home.Not Alone.

I think this picture captures the emotions my family must be going through right now.


Right guy - "Oh no.He is coming back.Did you hear ? He is coming back.Oh no.I knew this day will come."

Left guy - "Come on , it will be fine.I have got the aspirins ready.And we can always lock him in the bathroom.Keep the faith.Maybe he will miss the flight."

I am going home. To be honest , I plan to be a little more sane on this visit to home and not tease my sister too much and not irritate my dad too much and not trouble my mom too much .In short , not cause too many aspirin requiring antics .

After a term of submissions , assignments , movies , mess food and Bengali speaking shopkeepers , I am going home.Calcutta to Gurgaon.Where we say "Bhai , time kya hua hain" and not "Dada , time?". Where you can ridicule Ganguly without getting lynched. Where you can not be supporting any football club and still considered human.

Home.

Where no one judges me. No one judges if I am trying to woo/seduce/kidnap/eat girls by expressing things on my blog. No one judges if my exam scores would put a pack of drunk donkeys to shame . No one judges if I am shorter than his sister who is still in school. No one judges if my IQ matches that of an american supermodel . Where suddenly , on catching a glimpse of family at the airport's arrival lounge , I break into a grin and say to myself "Yeah , I am home".