Let me clarify in the beginning, this blog post is not about the cricket world cup, it is about the spirit of patriotism associated with it (well, only partially, sicne its my blog, i talk about me too!)
The world cup win was amazing! what a day it was! The different timezones did not stop me from watching the world cup from beginning ( 4 am. oh yes!) till the end.
But it was when dhoni lifted the world cup that the one thing that flashed in my head was, i wish i was home. I couldn't stop the tears in my eyes for two reasons,
1. the WORLD CUP! it was the most awaited moment since the last month and a half
2. i wasn't home when i wanted to be, when i wanted to be there to celebrate with MY country
It isn't a good feeling when you want to be home the most and ure god knows how many miles away :/
the pull of home is very strong. it consumes your nights and days, and everything in between and everything that is not in between. But that you are away from home is because of the push from home, for a better reason. sometimes the pull is stronger than the push and presto, there begins the homesickness.
i guess the past couple of days, with india winning the cricket world and the whole country uniting under the flag, literally, has increased the pull for me. homesickness comes in the true sense. Even though i go back home in a month and a half, it doesn't decrease the pull one bit. perhaps nothing ever will, who knows?
Across the world, indians celebrated the world cup victory. but it isnt the same being back home. back where you belong. back where home is. it isnt the same screaming in joy here. you want 20 other voices screaming with you when every opposite wicket falls and when any indian batsman hits a 6 or a 4. its just not the same.
funny thing, when i went to dunkin' donuts in the morning, all i could see was indians waiting for coffee and discussing the weird toss. yes it was werid, we were supposed to have won it >.<
yes it was a great day, a great victory. I just wish i was home to celebrate it.
The world cup win was amazing! what a day it was! The different timezones did not stop me from watching the world cup from beginning ( 4 am. oh yes!) till the end.
But it was when dhoni lifted the world cup that the one thing that flashed in my head was, i wish i was home. I couldn't stop the tears in my eyes for two reasons,
1. the WORLD CUP! it was the most awaited moment since the last month and a half
2. i wasn't home when i wanted to be, when i wanted to be there to celebrate with MY country
It isn't a good feeling when you want to be home the most and ure god knows how many miles away :/
the pull of home is very strong. it consumes your nights and days, and everything in between and everything that is not in between. But that you are away from home is because of the push from home, for a better reason. sometimes the pull is stronger than the push and presto, there begins the homesickness.
i guess the past couple of days, with india winning the cricket world and the whole country uniting under the flag, literally, has increased the pull for me. homesickness comes in the true sense. Even though i go back home in a month and a half, it doesn't decrease the pull one bit. perhaps nothing ever will, who knows?
Across the world, indians celebrated the world cup victory. but it isnt the same being back home. back where you belong. back where home is. it isnt the same screaming in joy here. you want 20 other voices screaming with you when every opposite wicket falls and when any indian batsman hits a 6 or a 4. its just not the same.
funny thing, when i went to dunkin' donuts in the morning, all i could see was indians waiting for coffee and discussing the weird toss. yes it was werid, we were supposed to have won it >.<
yes it was a great day, a great victory. I just wish i was home to celebrate it.
