The Homecoming
Wounded I Stand, In The Battle Field Of The Dead;
By Destiny To The Victory Was I Led.
Friend And Foe fought Till Last Breath;
As One They Lie In Their Death.
On My Heart Of Stone Is Etched Her Name Forever;
I Move On Again For Never Can It Be Over.
The Dawn Of The Day Gives Me Another Chance;
To Get Ready And Perfect My Last Stance;
For Alone I Will Be Forever;
Till I Find Her Never Can It Be Over.
My thoughts about leaving college and moving on again in life can be best explained by the lines above which I wrote while I was waiting patiently for the train to reach its destination. The destination – Delhi; The capital of the country and a city where many a dreams have come true. But it was just an intermediate stop, for my destination was still about 250 Kms away. It took me 5 hours to reach the city I knew as home, the city where I spent 18 years of my life – The City Beautiful, as the world knows it. Though a major part of the 5 hours of journey was devoted to the memory of my 4 years at the university, but I was still looking forward to seeing my mom after almost 2 years.
Finally I reached home, and wow, it was definitely a homecoming worth having and cherishing. I still don’t know whether it was the fact that their son had come back home after being away so long, or the fact that I was now an engineer (Though the result was still awaited ;-)) that led to such a lavish party being organized. But I sure was happy about the fact that I had a standing of my own in the society (Strange, I never gave it a thought in college).
The booze beckoned me and my dad found me right where he expected – at the bar with my favorite, Vodka with lime cordial, pepper and salt, on the rocks. While he was proud of me and was explaining how I could progress in life, I was planning how I could progress in the night.
How I wish that I could have climbed into my bed and had a peaceful night’s sleep than being thrown into the whirlwind of meeting old friends and sharing stories. But that’s what happens when you get high on vodka, salt, pepper and an awesome group of childhood friends!
By Destiny To The Victory Was I Led.
Friend And Foe fought Till Last Breath;
As One They Lie In Their Death.
On My Heart Of Stone Is Etched Her Name Forever;
I Move On Again For Never Can It Be Over.
The Dawn Of The Day Gives Me Another Chance;
To Get Ready And Perfect My Last Stance;
For Alone I Will Be Forever;
Till I Find Her Never Can It Be Over.
My thoughts about leaving college and moving on again in life can be best explained by the lines above which I wrote while I was waiting patiently for the train to reach its destination. The destination – Delhi; The capital of the country and a city where many a dreams have come true. But it was just an intermediate stop, for my destination was still about 250 Kms away. It took me 5 hours to reach the city I knew as home, the city where I spent 18 years of my life – The City Beautiful, as the world knows it. Though a major part of the 5 hours of journey was devoted to the memory of my 4 years at the university, but I was still looking forward to seeing my mom after almost 2 years.
Finally I reached home, and wow, it was definitely a homecoming worth having and cherishing. I still don’t know whether it was the fact that their son had come back home after being away so long, or the fact that I was now an engineer (Though the result was still awaited ;-)) that led to such a lavish party being organized. But I sure was happy about the fact that I had a standing of my own in the society (Strange, I never gave it a thought in college).
The booze beckoned me and my dad found me right where he expected – at the bar with my favorite, Vodka with lime cordial, pepper and salt, on the rocks. While he was proud of me and was explaining how I could progress in life, I was planning how I could progress in the night.
How I wish that I could have climbed into my bed and had a peaceful night’s sleep than being thrown into the whirlwind of meeting old friends and sharing stories. But that’s what happens when you get high on vodka, salt, pepper and an awesome group of childhood friends!
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