October Fest

Tullamarine International Airport
Taxi Rank.
23:15 hours

The dark grey clouds had just given way to the moon. As I waited for the taxi to come to the 4th stand, I rubbed my hands to generate an ounce of heat to beat the numbing cold. I checked my baggage behind me. Got in the taxi. "175, Intersection of Collins & Swanston Street" - my destination. As the lone road appeared in front of me, I veered to the side and saw the distant lights of Melbourne twinkling over the Yarra. I knew what I was going to do in the coming days ahead. I reflected upon the past 7 days. Every moment of the past week had become precious to me.

The journey from Aus to Home, the thoughts I had when I was over the clouds, the moment I reached home, the hour-long wait to sleep planning my 7-day life at home, the bloody B'lore traffic which took 10-12 hours off my precious time(no hard feelings there), the pretty gals back home, visit by my close friends, the pani-puri stall at our old 'adda', the tingling aroma of old books, the dried & fragile flower that fell from between the sheets, memories of yore, the pictures in the album which stick to the cover, and the ones you want to take out and have a closer look, Mom's food (gosh! I cant force back the tears, why do Mom's food hv be so good!!!) , just being in ur room where u grew up wow thts a gr8 feeling, seeing ur sibling grow up along with ya, the disappearing grounds where we spent our summer holidays playing the games of our lives, a glimpse of the school where you had a dreamy life, the night sky has its own charm from your home terrace ,,, (more on this later) ...

Well all this in a short(indeed) span of bloody 7 days. I wish I was not working... I can only wish.

Quite a trip. 7 days for myself(or so I thought). 2 days in travel. 2 days in office. 1 day for shopping. And remaining 2 days for the family. Who the hell travels on Diwali day? Well I was travelling. Scr*w me :x Well thts what u gotta compromise on when you are out to win the world.

Had lot of plans when I went to India on a week long holiday trip...
1. Will spend more time with parents.
2. Re-Live old times with pals.
3. Complete pending diary entries.
4. New strategies for the coming months
5. A new self-SWOT analysis (Its been quite a while)
6. Its not a bed of roses after all.

You cannot view life through rose-tinted glasses. It has a strange way of bringing you down to the dust. But then you start again, you know that. A new day beckons with a new promise and new aspirations. I look up at the crescent moon in boyish wonder sitting quaintly in the far reaches of the stratosphere (well ... a bit far from that) You get a feeling of contentment. A simple nod of the head brings a world of confidence for the upcoming events. I raise an imaginary toast to myself.

The city lights grow brighter & nearer. Gotto catch up with my 'Daily Life'. Home was special. You can never get enough of it. But in my case it was rather short. Wanted to hang-out more with my friends. Wanted to spend more time with Mom & Dad and listen to their life's little stories. Wanted to experience my hometown a bit more. I guess thats what life is. You need to have that 'bit more' in everything you do or you are to get the best meaning.

Well a gr8 trip ends and another begins.