"Kad tab uncha hoga
jab sar aasmaan mein aur kadam hon dharti pe...
jad sir aasmaan mein ho aur kadam bhi..
to kad uncha nahi hota..
insaan gir jaata hai....
"
and after a visit to the city i was born .. and had the strongest connection with ... i can understand dad's these words ... better .. every time..
I am talking about FARIDKOT,the city where me , my brother , my father and yes by coincidence my mother was born too. A city which embraced my grandpa and whole family including a kid of 6 months when they came from Pakistan in 1947. So in real manner it is not the place where we belonged to as all that is left behind. But no matter how many times different names of places are discussed at home as our roots, how many times my father gets transferred to the best of cities, how many times i change my address and my phone number with the changing months, you ask me to define home - I'll say Faridkot.
It is the most beautiful place on earth where every one knows every body. Where one doesn't have to tell a rickshaw waala a house number to go but "Sharma ji" aur "Rabra ji's" home..
This time i reached there at 5 30 in the morning and i was looking at shops, clock tower and what not which is standing still without any kind of change from years. There is no place better where i feel home even if i visit after one year. It welcomes me with open arms and the warmth which can't be matched.
All those memories from past are so fresh that when ever i go there... I see my brother running after kites in summers holiday in that home.. I see my mother and aunt chatting and cooking for large huge family which is gathered for summers.. I see my grandma giving me extra rupee to buy toffees.. I see my father showing me the best places of city.. my uncle taking me out for a scooter ride... I see myself playing at our own farms.. splashing the water on my cousins out from a tube well...
All that was so beautiful.. Being there is so beautiful...
This place which is second smallest town on India's map is most important place of my life...
Because it gives me a strong solid base.. which never changes.. allows me to go.. jump high in life... come back to its freshness and revive myself.. touch the base.. and jump even higher...
Well.....awesome is an understatement but my dictionary is limited (thanks to Barney :P).......This post is written by a person whose ancestorial roots are in Pakistan.....who has lived in Chandigarh for most part....whose pursued 4 years of engineering at Shimla....whose worked with an IT firm in Kerala.......whose pursuing B school from Gurgaon.....and whose currently sitting in Mumbai while writing this post.....but as the title of this post says, it is the base that finally matters most......hope this blog brings vivid memories of everyone's base.......and if you are confused what is your base, then do write aboyut that....your followers might help you out :)
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ReplyDeleteseems like those fairly grandma type places :)
ReplyDeletebohot pate ki baat kar gaye tum aaj dost :)
HOME:-
ReplyDeleteIt signifies a place a person can trust,a place he can go and relax away from external world...home is a place whose inhabitants will support u even if u have committed a crime, people for whom u exist and who give you the meaning of life..
Home:- whose thut gives a smile to ur face, and there is a strange happiness inside you along with an eagerness to just be there asap..(same eagerness that u have to party after achieving a big feat)...
U have very nicely summed up all this and capitulated the meaning of Home in a LILAC's manner..
cheers!!!!!