Home..

The world is a small place now.. so much so that going away from home to even a foreign land for higher studies is no big issue at all. But trapped here in a foriegn city, in what is supposedly a place many yearn to join, I'd barter anything for the life I enjoyed two years ago..

After having lived here for more than a year now, I'm no better off here than I was after the first month. Having relived few of the most beautiful memories of my life in the last few days, with the most wonderful friends I have.. in an environment where friendships did not occur or break just for the purpose and sake of benefit, I did realize how badly I miss those times, for all that we did then seems so much more warm and real compared to the hollowness that seeps into every word and act of people in this place. Inspite of having made a firm decision to try to stick here n not rush home at every opportunity, I find myself itching to escape, every time there's a weekend off..

What is so different about the life here, I do not understand.. Is it that the innocence of childhood has been replaced by the cut-throat competitive spirit everyone here seems to be overflowing with? Or is there something about "home" that nullifies every negative influence? Or perhaps theres something about the people living in or coming to a "big city" area.. maybe a high degree of self-concern is required for survival here..

Whatever be the reason, it sure is high time I learned to adjust according to this horrendous place, for, obviously I cant stay stuck feeling lonely n missing home forever!