A taste of home

Many a time one goes back home in ways thought, in person, by the illustrations of another coming from home, or in a dream. Every time I go back home nothing is like as before. Change has descended upon every aspect of life and entombed ways of the past. Many a things have I missed during my stay away from the isle in the Indian Ocean. Bonds that were earlier strong and concrete have been withered away by time. The ones who were very close to me now appear to be a distant. They are like the stars at night, beautiful and bright, but in fact are so far away and unreachable. A long absence seldom makes people fond of each other; rather they tend to grow apart. But one thing I have learnt is that of a constant yearning and appreciation for the loves you love so much, and in my case it’s the immediate family. Understanding their expectations, hopes, dreams, and not to mention the trust placed in you makes one perceive situations a whole differently.

I travel home in my dreams. My subconscious mind takes me to a multitude of varied places every time. At all those times I end up interacting with so many of my friends and family. It’s like a collage of scenes merged into the likes of a single movie trailer. The best part is there is no start or stop button, and it goes on and on. I wonder if there is anything called an ‘impromptu dream?’ The movie trailer is fuelled by thoughts, emotions, and memory of a dreamer. I love it and would have it no other way.

I wanted to savour some real home cooked food. Enough with the ‘shitty’ canteen food that lacked variety and taste; also not forgetting the hygiene factor; and not to mention the diarrhoea that follows after consumption. All the ingredients bought were taken to be cooked. The menu was onion roti, dhal and chicken curry along with fried entrails. It was nothing fancy, but it was all that I expected. The aroma, taste and the burps that followed afterwards, all reminded me of home.

My island home sparkles as a pearl in the Indian Ocean
Covered in a smooth blanket of soft and glimmering sand.
Oh! How anxious am I to see thy lovely bounties again
Since my spirit is waning and energy running dry

Living within 24

I have begun to ponder how time is a very valuable component in my life. Certainly, many a thing can be accomplished by being ‘on time’ so to speak. But in reality no one is that way. Maybe you can come close to a whisker, but being spot on takes on a whole different level. Procrastination is the undisputed rival of being on time, no doubt about that. I have been meaning to make a post, and look how long it took me since the previous one.

I am sure many people wish that a day comprised of more than 24 hours. It’s just a ploy, tactic or merely a ruse to reassure oneself that everything they want to do in a day can be done so. Given that a day would consist of more than 24 hours, of course. In reality, all the things that one imagines and conjures up deep in his faculties tend to not happen at the specific time. Time is never the right factor when expecting certain things to unfold. Most of it does happen eventually do to an act of God.

A day seems to fly by and you hardly feel it. Life has become so complex and people are desperately finding ways to retain every essence of simplicity from being faded away. Everyone wants to get a hold of this thing called ‘life’ and live it to the fullest. Thus, countless folk have rules in life of no regrets and many more that I am not bothered to mention. You might ask, why?? I have listened to a lot of it, and I’m sure so has everyone else. Most of the ones I have heard are hogwash not deserving a second thought. A few on the other hand makes one contemplate while your about to doze off at night.

I should be more conscious of time, as they say “time waits for no one.” But frankly the only thing one can do is try and that’s about it. The irony is that all the people don’t say or do what they plan on doing when the time is thought to be right. Later, they are choked and suffocated with regret because of not saying or doing that is previously intended. When looking back in time I’m sure everyone has regrets. If anyone hears a “no” inside their head then that would be self denial. Lets face it, we are all human after all.