Maybe Maybe...

There is this place, this wonderfully nice place, a place that is ethereal, a place that is sweet, a place that is endearing.. It is called home.. sweet home... And I am not there... Instead I am in this place called the land of dreams, America... I guess it is quite rightly called the land of dreams, coz after coming here, I constantly dream .. dream of going back home.. Back to where I belong... To the traffic snarled roads... to Partha temple... to Sathyam Theatre, to Marina beach... to maami’s mess in Mambalam, to my cozy bed.... Hmmmm... So many dreams... Indeed America is the land of dreams...

And then I take 2 steps back, look at my situation and wonder why I miss all those things. Why I am unable to appreciate the myriad of beautiful, differently interesting things this country is able to offer me. Why is it that whenever I say ‘Home’ my mind goes to Chennai and not to my plush apartment here in the US. After all even Chennai is not my original Home...

So why am I able to accept Chennai as my home but not this place? The reason is may be I don’t have anything to look forward to here. No one to come back to after a hard day’s work. Books and quality movies have sustained me for long. Not any more... Maybe I should join a Salsa class... Maybe I should learn to play the Cello... Maybe I should go trekking on weekends... Maybe I should start going to a pub and learn to drink beer... Is this what they call a ‘Mid-life crisis’.. At 28 I guess it is a little too early for that.. Or is it? Maybe I should get married.. Then may be... may be I might be a lot happier... Maybe I should look at this philosophically....

Phew... a lot of ‘Maybe’s up there.....

No... I am unable to look at this philosophically... I am still confused... May be its because I am not fully involved in my current work... Maybe because I am unable to watch cricket matches... Maybe because India is losing in cricket matches... Maybe because I am starting to lose hair... Maybe I should get a Hair transplant.. Maybe I should get a Head transplant.. Maybe because I need a new hobby... Maybe because I am lonely.. Maybe because I have no one here to hang out with... Maybe because all my best friends are in India.. Maybe because of the time difference that prevents me from calling them whenever I want to.. Maybe because its too cold here..

Anyway, I am feeling a little better after writing this blog...
So.. Maybe I have to start blogging again!!!!