A couple of days ago, Vikram invited some of us classmates from school to his place, for daaru and gupshup. There were 7 of us there and most of us got there by 8 or so. We finally left at around 4 am, and there was never a dull moment in those 8 hours! It was amazing how 7 long years after leaving school we still connect in the same way, untouched by any personal agenda / motives when we speak, pretty much like we were still school kids. TB and PN were still the butt of most of our jokes, and they seemed to be just as happy as us with this arrangement ;) We were still talking about the same incidents from school that we've discussed innumerable times, and laughing just at heartily at them. And though all of us (ok, most of us now ;) ) are earning decent amounts of money, the 4 am dinner was not at the 24 hr coffee shop of some 5 star hotel, but at a roadside stall, with us seated on plastic chairs, with our food served in plastic plates on plastic tables. There was no "What are you ordering?", not only because there wasn't much of a choice, but also because all the food that came was shared by everyone. And it all made me wonder how simple and inexpensive the real pleasures of life were!
That night reminded me of something I had written on a lonely night in Spain...
So one night, you stand in the dark, and you feel really lonely. And then, standing in the balcony of that sophisticated multi-storied building in the centre of one of the most sought after destinations in the world, you realize the value of friends and family, true friends, true family. And you ask yourself, what cost you’re there at. Forget the dollars and the euros. When you find no one near you that you can call your own, no one that truly cares for you, no one that you really care to be with, you start to wonder if those hot sultry nights back home are not infinitely better than the cool comfortable clean breeze where you stand. Whether going to the very same places that you feign to be bored with over and over again is not infinitely better than exploring new places. Whether talking about the very same things and laughing on the very same jokes once more is not infinitely better than meeting new people. You wonder whether there is even an iota of doubt.
“Anjani raahon mein fir kya dhoondta fire/ Door jisko samjha woh to paas hai tere”
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Its good to travel, not to see how beautiful the other places are, but to realize how precious home is.
pretty neat.....its definitely i can totally agree on....the 2nd part...
hey itna kuch to tumne mujhe nahi bataya tha, you know ki you had so much fun :) and yes, the line is pretty apt.
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