The Goodbye Boy

Yep, it's here - the day. Time flies man. Every second time's going by. Barely realised, it was one full year yesterday that I started blogging. That's it's exactly 13 months today that I arrived in Qatar, without a clue what I was in for. Seven months since I left with everything I owned with the intent of never ever coming back to this place which is turning me into a retard. Only to realise, Delhi's worse, and I ran back here.

And now, again, it's time for me to pack. Only this time, I know I'm coming back. But it's really not what's on my mind. What is are those two days in Delhi -42 hours actually. Meeting those few who still like me. Seeing those many that hate me, and watching those quite a few that want to know me, but never had the courage to say, "Hi, my name is..."

What will the say when they see me again? How will they react? "Hey, look! That guy. He's back!"

After all, I'm not one of them anymore. They used to see me every single day, and wonder, what the fuck is that thing? And suddenly, one day, I left. I was forgotten as a couple of Wednesdays went by without my lonely face in the middle of that crowd.

It's fun... to go back. I like it there, but I don't think I can take much more than 42 hours. It's a place I already know, and no one really is waiting for me to come back. They're okay, either way. Actually they'd rather have my intense ass away if it was their way.

42 hours. That's all that takes just to re-assure myself that there's just one thing I'm looking for still - a place that I can call home.

And so, I am Delhi-bound, once again. I'll be back in Qatar just a day before India hoists its national flag to celebrate its 59-year-old Independence.

Till then, this is Rohit William Wadhwaney (Reporter, Gulf Times) signing off.