Name: Krishanu
Home Sweet Home
The other day I was riding in a car down the bypass, with my cousin’s husband. DD-da is a very successful computer engineer and is currently living in Hyderabad, though he’s basically settled in Boston. He’s relatively young and that’s why I like addafying with him. When I asked him whether he wanted to stay on in Hyderabad he gave me an odd reply. A reply which I found (rather inexplicably) that I could relate to. He said ‘I can picture myself dying in say…Boston or Calcutta…but I don’t see myself dying in Hyderabad.’
Is that what we mean by home? A place where we would be comfortable dying? When I thought about it seemed right. I personally would like to die in the house where I presently stay. Maybe that’s why they say there’s no place like home.
posted by Krishanu @ 8:40 PM
5 Comments:
Nice post!! But why only dying?? Home is the place where u would feel comfy doing all kinds of things which u would not feel comfy doing elsewhere (dunno if the above sentence makes any sense) ummmmm.....fall sick for instance, or nurse ur first heartbreak or .....i mean, come on, how would u like nursing 103 fever at a strange place?
p.s. or perhaps i am saying this because i somehow uncannily associate home with ma and ma with a nurse for all ailments....
i'm sorry if you thought my post was macabre. i didnt intend to imply that home was a place for dying. what i meant was that home is a place where we are comfortable at our most vulnerable. thanks for visiting my blog. do drop by again
I'd like to die somewhere in the open. You should POST MORE OFTEN!
i loved the post...and i guess thats what home is...
GODDAMN IT POST THE RIFF!!!!
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