Home salty Home....

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This is where I end after a tired day of traveling and an even more exhausted day of outing in and around Bangalore. Its always good to be home…Everyone knows that…My home is sweet indeed…yet it’s the home of salt for atleast the southern part of India, I guess…Its TUTICORIN(English version) pronounced Thoothukudi in Tamil also known as pearl city…a major harbour city on the southern tip, very close to Sri Lanka…According to our customs(maybe in other races too??), salt accounts for one of the major ingredient of your character…Its rare to see a goiter patient around here…Every land has its own famousness..and this is my home’s…Here you see hard white crystals heaped up just like sand dunes of the desert….from quite a distance it mimics white snow…But don’t expect them…its pretty hot out here!! I am struggling to cope up with the temperature after having been in a place where you rarely need a fan to doze you off to dreams…yet home is something special!!

Well I never felt homesick when I used to go back to college… but strangely I am feeling sick here…my eyes are burning hot emitting radiations which I could not see…I don’t know what the reason is…maybe my eyes were restless roaming around Bangalore capturing cute snaps;)I am typing in with stressed out eyes…catch you soon after my eyes get right…


Akaash
The journey home
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train
The journey home
Is never too long
Some yesterdays always remain
I'm going back to where my heart was light
When my pillow was a ship I sailed through the night

The journey home
Is never too long
When open arms are waiting there
The journey home
Is never too long
There's room to love and room to spare
I want to feel the way that I did then
I'll think my wishes through before I wish again

Not every road you come across
Is one you have to take
No, sometimes standing still can be
The best move you ever make

The journey home
Is never too long
One helps to heal the deepest pain
The journey home
Is never too long
Your heart arrives before the train.

One of my favourites from Bombay Dreams by AR Rahman...It conveys it all..

Comments

Jeya Anand said…
Hope I drive this sore eye out of my body soon...:)abd back in blogging...
August 17, 2007 at 10:10 PM
Chronus Ess said…
I may have to come down to bangalore when i get placed.
Hoping for a salty welcome lolz
August 17, 2007 at 10:58 PM
KAYLEE said…
GREAT PEICE AND YES I AM ALRIGHT!
August 18, 2007 at 6:52 AM
Anonymous said…
Not every road you come across
Is one you have to take
No, sometimes standing still can be
The best move you ever make


These are my fav lines from the song. New places can be intimidating, You'll get used to it though.
August 18, 2007 at 9:36 AM
annie said…
Don't run helter-skelter...njoi da stay!!
August 18, 2007 at 12:10 PM
Sophiagurl said…
what a good homecoming post! =)
August 18, 2007 at 2:52 PM
Jeya Anand said…
Acid tongue...
hahaha...would be great if u get placed here man...:) Good Luck!!

kaylee...
Thanks cutie...Thats great to hear abt ur health!!:)Take care...

pravin...
yes..:)they are lovely lines...

Annie...
of course,i am gonna enjoy..thats the motive behind the journey...being home means more time I stay online...
Being home means more late hours I stay online...I am gonna rock;)

Sophiagurl...
:)thanks :)
August 18, 2007 at 2:56 PM
Anonymous said…
As they say, the heart lies in the home, and so how long we can be away from our heart...it always pulls us, how-far we are away and to me their is no feeling more better than to be at home, and when you are away the home feels more sweeter, isn't it....lovely words!
August 18, 2007 at 3:15 PM
Sara said…
I hold a contrary view to what Kalyan feels-Home is where the heart is.
August 20, 2007 at 8:41 AM
Keshi said…
Happy HOMING Jeya!

Keshi.
August 20, 2007 at 11:16 AM
Jeya Anand said…
kalyan...
Lovely indeed!!

Sara...
Things differ from ppl to ppl!!

Keshi...
Thank you...
Unfortunately its not been happy so far...just diagnosed with Enteric Fever...will take atleast a week to recover...:((Just runied by hometrip!!:((
August 20, 2007 at 6:28 PM
Sara said…
I know they differ. It's called perspective.
August 20, 2007 at 8:53 PM
annie said…
Salty home..brackish taste...hope u njoin ur stay!
August 21, 2007 at 6:27 PM
Impressionist said…
U had come to Bangalore!?
& u never told me?
I hope u had lotza fun here! ;) clicking pics! :D
*wink wink*
Nice song! :)

peace & love
Jeevy
August 21, 2007 at 10:44 PM
Incrediblyirrational said…
get well soon. for the first time in 21 years, i havent felt homesick,not even once, in two months! but still i know what you mean. Home is more than just family, it's a gamut of memories from childhood till date...
August 22, 2007 at 6:16 PM
N@nc! said…
everytime i levave home i always miss it!!!
I already was 6 months out of my country and you cant imagine how miss I felt!!!
if your eyes continue like that go to the doctor!!!
get well soon ok?
keep in touch!!!
August 23, 2007 at 1:01 AM
Jeya Anand said…
Annie...
I aint enjoying actually...:(

Rajeev...
yes bro...sorry abt that..we cruised around Forum...a movie in PVR...and of course snaps from my eyes;)

Nithya...
yes...u r right there...I am recovering well...thanks:)

soul and body...
6 months out of ur country?? when??
thanks for ur concern...its nothing wrong with my eyes...A Fever...a Tough Typhoid...Thanks again..
August 23, 2007 at 11:12 AM
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