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ravenIt was only after we'd packed the luggage into the car that we realised there was no room for the people. So I was perched on a bag, looking out at Delhi at midnight. And it was then, at midnight, on the way to the airport, that I decided I was going to miss it.
Which may sound ridiculous, as it might have seemed all I wanted was to come home, but there are so many tiny things I will miss, such as crazy drivers, alfresco excretion, bilingual roadsigns, street hawkers, the Hindustan Times' matrimonials page, the Ajanta net café, the Asterix comics, the overwhelming sense that Delhi as a city is determined to go places. India is a "developing" country.... but in ten years' time, I know it will be so much more. And it's sad that I won't be a part of it.
But enough with that. Enough with the melancholy. I got back to Ram Nagar on Sunday afternoon and promptly fell asleep. I slept for four hours, more or less, so I thought I would be fine on the plane. But no, after we'd said our goodbyes at the airport, having made a half-mile trek over hostile country with our baggage (long story) and tried to cheer Sunny up - they aren't leaving for a week, and he's dreading taking showers in Ram Nagar, my suggestion to jump in the Yamuna twice a week notwithstanding - I couldn't keep my eyes open. I don't know why on earth it was, but even when we were on the plane, in the sadistically uncomfortable seats, I fell asleep again. For six hours this time, I might add. When we landed, I hadn't touched any kind of book or magazine at all.
Heathrow was boring but familiar. We had to hang around for a while, and so little happened that it's not worth writing about. The thirty-minute flight that followed was interesting, as they gave us food and newspapers. I listened to Konstantine twice, and then we landed.
And now I'm home, and the ceilings are too high, and it's too quiet, and I'd forgotten how cold it can be here. There's no Zee TV, nor Doordarshan or Star Plus - back to English programming, thank God for that...
I watched M*A*S*H.
I'm home.
Which may sound ridiculous, as it might have seemed all I wanted was to come home, but there are so many tiny things I will miss, such as crazy drivers, alfresco excretion, bilingual roadsigns, street hawkers, the Hindustan Times' matrimonials page, the Ajanta net café, the Asterix comics, the overwhelming sense that Delhi as a city is determined to go places. India is a "developing" country.... but in ten years' time, I know it will be so much more. And it's sad that I won't be a part of it.
But enough with that. Enough with the melancholy. I got back to Ram Nagar on Sunday afternoon and promptly fell asleep. I slept for four hours, more or less, so I thought I would be fine on the plane. But no, after we'd said our goodbyes at the airport, having made a half-mile trek over hostile country with our baggage (long story) and tried to cheer Sunny up - they aren't leaving for a week, and he's dreading taking showers in Ram Nagar, my suggestion to jump in the Yamuna twice a week notwithstanding - I couldn't keep my eyes open. I don't know why on earth it was, but even when we were on the plane, in the sadistically uncomfortable seats, I fell asleep again. For six hours this time, I might add. When we landed, I hadn't touched any kind of book or magazine at all.
Heathrow was boring but familiar. We had to hang around for a while, and so little happened that it's not worth writing about. The thirty-minute flight that followed was interesting, as they gave us food and newspapers. I listened to Konstantine twice, and then we landed.
And now I'm home, and the ceilings are too high, and it's too quiet, and I'd forgotten how cold it can be here. There's no Zee TV, nor Doordarshan or Star Plus - back to English programming, thank God for that...
I watched M*A*S*H.
I'm home.
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on 2002-12-30 11:04 am (UTC)xx
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on 2002-12-30 11:23 am (UTC)(It was the one where General MacArthur comes to visit, if you're interested)
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on 2002-12-30 11:31 am (UTC)xx
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on 2002-12-30 01:56 pm (UTC)....
I'm sure I had something deep and insightful to say when I hit the 'Post Comment' button, but I can't remember it. So I'd best leave it there.
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on 2002-12-31 07:18 am (UTC)I need to ask you... it's now three o'clock on the afternoon of New Year's Eve, and I still don't know where you live!
(and what time to come 'n' stuff)
Please come online in time to see this...