Different Day

Monday, November the 29th. I'm off to home from office realizing that today is a very different day and thinking whats making it different. Am I excited?; not sure. Am I anxious; not really. Is my boss happy with me?; not today at least. Is it the rain that's falling on my shoulders?, that's normal. Because it's a Monday?; may be.

Often, I start playing this game with my other self and reach home without noticing what's happening around. Not sure who guided me the way to home, it wasn't the GPS of my brain at least.

While stepping over the threshold, another question popped-up

Liberty?; Yeah! I forgot my lunch-box in the office.

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Celebrations are short

November the 28th, it's mom-dad's marriage anniversary, special ants birthday, her secretly adopted daughter's birthday, and........ I'm still thinking who's left. One forgetfulness and adding to that the time difference between two latitudes of this earth (India and US) has made it complex for me to realize the importance of the occasions. Every event back home (in India) gives me a small window of 4 hours of day time in Chicago to celebrate when the day overlaps. Celebrating every event the day after event, is not normal at least to me . I wish to be close.

Memory is short and such is the celebration now.

Human or God?

Here it is - My nose is flowing again - like the Des Plaines river and along with the river. November the 24th, 32 F (0 C), wind is blowing South East, and I'm on my way to office riding on Bus No. 11 crossing the River Road. The misty wind is freezing my ears and reminding me that it's going to snow tomorrow. Less traffic on road this morning as we approach the Thanks Giving holidays.

Nature is taking it's toll on trees outside sparing only the dark brown wood but the flower shop lady is still selling all colors - fresh, bright and watered. Sometimes make me think, if it is human who has overpowered God will or is that something God wanted anyways. It is going to rain today, has human made an arrangement for Chicago?

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Time Machine within "Myself"
I'm sitting on a dirty couch watching "New Jersey Drive". The movie has taken a young black boy, who just landed in prison, to a flashback to about 7 months.
SEVEN MONTHS....?
Isn't that exactly when I got on to the air plane? I look back and see family, relatives, friends and 300 people were there to bid me good-bye on Terminal No. 3 at IG Airport, New Delhi. Not sure if they all came for me on that night.

Parting songs in back of my head, mixed feeling in my heart and night was adding it's own emotion to feeling. We had driven 113kms from Rohtak to New Delhi, IG Airport that night. We had a XYLO packed with relatives, luggage and limited oxygen in it. I was sitting right on top of the gear shift.

Few relatives were told to stay back after observing distress on our driver's face. After all, it was a new Xylo. Luggage was weighted 23 times to check space for more Haldiram's readymade food packs Didi bought for me. Each item put in bag was scrutinized 4 times by a team of 7 people, lead by my father, from different dimensions including usability, availability and ofcourse weight. I wanted to make sure my RayBans, Casio watch and hard drive is taken care. Probably, these were the only 3-4 items, I could recall, I bought for myself since 4.5 years of sweat and rust. Not that I was going on a war, my mum pacified herself that I'll be back. Dad took me to his workplace that morning. After 2 Years, I was going to see the workplace neighborhood and familiar faces growing old. Satyawan, the famous welder in our market and our closest neighbourer walked-up to give his wishes. I couldn't have imagined that within 2 years, his face wrinkles would get deep and his head will not have a sift of black hair on it. I turned my neck to my dad, my heart filled and my face turned red. I got anxious imagining mum and dad in next 2 years.

Is going to Chicago really worth it? When will I come back? My mind took a swinging like a pendulum every second. 50 things crossed my mind in half a minute - John Denver's leaving on a Jet plane, Bob Dylan's Rolling Stone and Jamaican Farewell from Harry Belafonte.

"15 minutes can save you 15% or more" GIECO's advertisement brought me back to date. I've missed the first part of the movie already. Still oscillating between my present and past, haven’t I built-up a "Time Matchine" within myself?


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