The disgruntled onlooker's insight into the life(or whatever) in the USA

Sunday, September 2, 2007

Part I: A different dawn

17th August, 2007. The day before, i.e 16th, was an important day. Very important. Not only because it was my mother’s birthday but for some other reasons too. The night of the 16th was stormy. But not a storm that everyone could see or feel. It even rained. But again, not the sort of rain everyone would be drenched in. As the storm and the rain subsided slowly in blissful sleep, it started to rain even harder. Only this time, the whole city was wet. The rain continued as I reached the airport around 5 in the morning( As someone later pointed out, I could have written that the city wept because I was leaving. But that is too melodramatic, too much me. So I deliberately decided not to write it). When I checked in, the sun was slowly coming out of the clouds. Then, a long and tiresome and uneventful journey punctuated by red wines and vodkas and whiskeys on the rocks. And about 30 hours later I was standing on a wooden verandah in a house in New Jersey. Watching the sky reddening. Watching the sun coming out once again. Only this time, an American sun on an unknown sky marking a different dawn. And for the first time in those 30 hrs the feeling sank in. I knew I was away from home. I knew I was not going back soon. And it rained once again. Inside.

P.S: This has been long due. Perhaps too long. Especially for someone like me who cribbed a lot about the usual leaving-ones-city-and-roots-and-going-abroad stuff. That too, publicly. May be even to some people’s dismay. But settling down in a new place, getting your internet connection up and working, cooking and above all, getting into a mood for writing, surely takes up a hell lot of a time. That is more or less what delayed this.

8 blabberings:

March Hare said...

it rained, hmm?

nemo said...

ole baba le.........:)


p.s:this city with its everything is waiting for you.....its just a matter of one year.....just one year.........:)

nemo said...

o next part berochhe kobe????:P

nemo said...

and o yes..........

your blog reminded me of this excerpt from patsy jewell.....

'Rain falling from above...
Rain falling for my love...
Rain falling from the skies...
And rain falling from my eyes.
So I'm listening to the pitter-patter of the rain
And listening to how sad it sounds
The rain's only an indication of my pain
And eternal loneliness I've found. '

oracle said...

brishti porle chhata ba raincoat achhe toh.*hnu hnu bawa*

mem der dike beshi akabe na, beshi tnyadramo marbe na. lokkhi chhele hoye porashuna korbe aar amader mukh ujjol korbe bichi babu!:D

Koyel said...

Ebare Borof porle ki likhbi?

Flittermouse said...

its homeland after all.

the moment suits to the mood of Dvorak-Humoresque- Vivaldi composition.'ll get used to the jersey-sun. After all it rules the world for now ;)

The none said...

@march hare
hmmmm. you were not hallucinating. :-)

"this city with its everything is waiting for you" think so? Life doesn't wait for anybody,does it? And I don't even expect it to. Not any more.

chup be! shala dudiner ukil, elo gyaan maRate! ar amar chhatay borabor-i fuTo. :-D

ta jani na. tobe konodin Canada gele "Koyel-er kachhe" likhbo. :-D

It’s another Jersey sunrise
Starin’ slowly ’cross the sky, said goodbye
He was just a "tired" hand
Workin’ on the dreams he planned to try
The days go by

Ev’ry night when the sun goes down
Just another lonely boy in town
And she’s out runnin’ ’round