Comments on: 55Friday: The “Goin’ Home” Edition

By: Gaurav Mishra

Gaurav Mishra — Sat, 15 Jul 2006 21:41:38 +0000

My own relationship with home is a little twisted and so is my entry.

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As he checked into his hotel room in Patna, his cell-phone rang.

Â“It has been a year since I saw you lastÂ” his mother complained. Â“When will you come home?Â”

Â“I donÂ’t knowÂ” he answered. Â“WorkÂ’s difficult. I travel all the time.Â”

Â“DonÂ’t you ever come to Patna on work?Â”

Â“Not really, MummaÂ”, he lied.

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By: VBSF

VBSF — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:07:13 +0000

I left home yesterday to get home to my parents 10,000 miles away.

Two months from now, I fly to a new one.

Sometimes, I still miss the one I shared with five roommates.

Someday he and I will have our own.

Three continents, four countries, 10 homes, 10 years Â– perhaps home travels with me.

By: SM Intern

SM Intern — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 07:03:51 +0000

uh, I fixed your comment for you.

remember? you used the wrong name? i replaced it with your own and deleted the dupe which explained all that, that's why i winked.

how can an emoticon, especially THAT emoticon represent "yelling"? that's an awful lot of work, to find an insult (accidental or not) where the intention was more affectionate than anything else. no wonder they told us to never edit comments. >:(

By: siddhartha

siddhartha — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 06:53:07 +0000

you’re not being yelled at, brother. winked at, perhaps.

By: Saurav

Saurav — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 06:30:44 +0000

saurav:

I’m not sure whether to ask whether I’m being yelled at for writing prose so bad that it came off as farce or whether I’m being yelled at for offering an explanation or some other reason that I can’t figure out, but I suppose the explanation would be even more demeaning than the (accidental) insult

By: thekingsingh

thekingsingh — Tue, 11 Jul 2006 02:55:01 +0000

He walked by old monuments of a lifetime ago Â– places where they laughed and where they loved. These places seemed so hollow now, like frames without the pictures to fill them.

It didnÂ’t feel like home.

How ironic it was that he would feel that way. It wasnÂ’t him who was the one to leave.

By: SM Intern

SM Intern — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 23:19:30 +0000

saurav:

By: saurav

saurav — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 23:12:42 +0000

chakding–I just finished reading English, August and it was only the last pages of the book that I realized that I had failed to absorb any of the imagery on an emotional and personal level. I attributed this to the flightiness of summertime and its related activities

A relevant fact is that I used to spend every other summer in Calcutta growing up and I often conflate summertime/India/stresslessness/”home” (in the sense of a feeling of safety and relaxation as well as a feeling of being welcomed back to where you think you ought to belong).

Thanks for asking!

By: chakding

chakding — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 21:36:52 +0000

Saurav- I put down the book in aggravation, having remembered too late the feeling of seeing tube lights against a pale blue wall and hearing their buzz. Why had it taken hundreds of pages to conjure a memory? Summertime is a bitch.

explain,pls.

By: Floridian

Floridian — Mon, 10 Jul 2006 20:31:12 +0000

I disagree. You CAN go back home.