And it's time to pack again
Hi there,
Yep, today I'm talking to you, with a hand on my heart, honest, as always.
The year is ending, and this will be my final post for the year 2005, and till the time I land where the sky meets the blue sea, where the air is clean and cool, where the roads are broad, where friends care about friends, where there is no time and place for arrogance and urgency, where people smile at each other, where peace beckons.
Qatar, where, for now, I belong.
I'm sorry Qatar, but you'll have to bear me for some more time. I'm sorry for every time I cursed you, for every time I wrote a hate post and told people that "This place sucks bigtime."
You don't suck. I suck. I'm far too immature, far too impatient to judge someone, something at first glance.
Yet, I pass judgements, and make up my mind on things without even really getting to know them deeper than their skin. I learn only when I fall.
But at least I learn. At least I change my mind as time changes me. Give that to me, ok.
Qatar, you're beautiful. Maybe not professionally, but when my editor once called me and told me I was lucky, that at 25, I got a chance to step foot in the desert country, I refused to believe him. But he was right.
Qatar was God's will for me. It was for my best, but I didn't understand it, until the day I landed back in the hell, which I thought was heaven because I hadn't ever seen heaven before.
Heaven is where my heart smiles. Not one single day out of the 30 I have been in Delhi, where I grew 24, have I smiled truly.
Because everything around is just so fake. The friends, the love they show, the time they call you to know if there are any parties. How can they be true when they aren't even true to themselves. These inconsiderate assholes.
Do I sound angry? I'm not. Not at all. Just a little disgusted... that what I once called home bites me everytime I wake up from my sleep till the time I go back to sleep.
I'm happy... that in just another few hours I'll be back home.
So it's gonna be quite a happy new year. Looking forward to January third when I bid farewell to Delhi.
This post is dedicated to all those who tried to make my life a little peaceful in Delhi and to those who wished it became hell. To those who love me, to those that hate me. To those who called me, to those who didn't take my calls.
All of you made me realise, I have nothing to come back to... not tomorrow, not the day after, not the year after, not ever.
It's good bye Delhi, a city I shall never speak of again, a city I shall never praise or berate again.
Don't know how long Qatar will be able to bear me. But the world's way too big for me to bring me back to the capital city of the second most populated country in the world - the place where 25 years ago, the child, who grew up to be me, was born.
Adios.
Have a happy new year.
But then again, you never know what life has in store. You or I ain't bigger than life.
So here's a toast, to dreams and the great unknown.
Qatar... here I come again, this time, with a smile.
Yep, today I'm talking to you, with a hand on my heart, honest, as always.
The year is ending, and this will be my final post for the year 2005, and till the time I land where the sky meets the blue sea, where the air is clean and cool, where the roads are broad, where friends care about friends, where there is no time and place for arrogance and urgency, where people smile at each other, where peace beckons.
Qatar, where, for now, I belong.
I'm sorry Qatar, but you'll have to bear me for some more time. I'm sorry for every time I cursed you, for every time I wrote a hate post and told people that "This place sucks bigtime."
You don't suck. I suck. I'm far too immature, far too impatient to judge someone, something at first glance.
Yet, I pass judgements, and make up my mind on things without even really getting to know them deeper than their skin. I learn only when I fall.
But at least I learn. At least I change my mind as time changes me. Give that to me, ok.
Qatar, you're beautiful. Maybe not professionally, but when my editor once called me and told me I was lucky, that at 25, I got a chance to step foot in the desert country, I refused to believe him. But he was right.
Qatar was God's will for me. It was for my best, but I didn't understand it, until the day I landed back in the hell, which I thought was heaven because I hadn't ever seen heaven before.
Heaven is where my heart smiles. Not one single day out of the 30 I have been in Delhi, where I grew 24, have I smiled truly.
Because everything around is just so fake. The friends, the love they show, the time they call you to know if there are any parties. How can they be true when they aren't even true to themselves. These inconsiderate assholes.
Do I sound angry? I'm not. Not at all. Just a little disgusted... that what I once called home bites me everytime I wake up from my sleep till the time I go back to sleep.
I'm happy... that in just another few hours I'll be back home.
So it's gonna be quite a happy new year. Looking forward to January third when I bid farewell to Delhi.
This post is dedicated to all those who tried to make my life a little peaceful in Delhi and to those who wished it became hell. To those who love me, to those that hate me. To those who called me, to those who didn't take my calls.
All of you made me realise, I have nothing to come back to... not tomorrow, not the day after, not the year after, not ever.
It's good bye Delhi, a city I shall never speak of again, a city I shall never praise or berate again.
Don't know how long Qatar will be able to bear me. But the world's way too big for me to bring me back to the capital city of the second most populated country in the world - the place where 25 years ago, the child, who grew up to be me, was born.
Adios.
Have a happy new year.
But then again, you never know what life has in store. You or I ain't bigger than life.
So here's a toast, to dreams and the great unknown.
Qatar... here I come again, this time, with a smile.
posted by Once the Conman at 3:00 PM
6 Comments:
Happy New Year! Hope u have a rockin year ahead... whats the plan for new yrs.. ?
by the way..weren't u supposed to come to bombay?
cheers rohit =)
I learn only when I fall.
But at least I learn.
im proud of u, not many people would admit that they don't know everything..
good luck with everything in 2006 buddy!
Happy New Year :)
honest introspection .. that's quite a rarity .. happy 2006!
eh...going back? nitya told me that yesterday i came to your blog today and read the same thing...strange..u were to call me after coming back from nepal, but you never did.
anyway, happy new year dost n stay well!
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