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Am back n blogging. The semester is over and it ended on a very bad note. I missed the CPI bus and lost someone.

When I returned from the batti endsem yesterday I finally fully realised that for once the king has been dethroned. It doesn’t matter though coz there are more important things in life. I will go home on December 6 and thankfully I won’t return to the old house. Popsi says we have shifted and that the place is great. There are guava trees in the thousand square feet lawn with the flowers of Maa’s choice and huge space for the thing I like the most : running behind my li’l bro. Let’s see if it pleases me. What I am really waiting for is the food cooked by Maa. If there ever was anything like ambrosia its bound to be like what she cooks. I think every mom in the world cooks like this so that her child likes the food better than at any place. Moms have this habit of putting in love along with all those spices in the food. So gear up Maa. My food list is on your kitchen door and I utter my battle cry now…”Devour…devour till the last morsel…”

Little bro’s going Bangalore and Ooty on some tour thingy. His first outing and I know he will do good. Weighing some eighty kilos ( add only ) at his age surely we are going to have earthquakes in south ( I do have them on my bed when he jumps on the bed with me over it to wake me up for playing ).Mota kahin ka! His nick is Jadoo as mine is Tona and I kept that name after reading Champak (that celebrated magazine for kids if you are damn too uninitiated ).

Its december and Maa’s b’day is on 22nd. Fuck…I will have to leave before that so i won’t be there when she turns….ummmmmmmmm…errrrrrrrrrr…I do not know her age!!! But that doesn’t matter. She has always been the same. Just like what she was when she used to scold me for homework and things. Time doesn’t seem to effect her. No lines, nothing. And she still screams and clutches the handrest like maniac when Popsi drives the usual 120 mph. Popsi has changed a lot though. But his smile hasn’t. It has always been there. Even when we were through the worst time of our lives. But that’s different story. His smile fuels us. We would go on long drives and jeer at people outside with usual jokes of..”Uncleji aapki cycle ki light chaaloo hai” and the peabrain cyclist would look for the lamps even when they aren’t there. Or… when someone would take wrong turns or drive on wrong side Popsi would say…”Janwaar aur Insaan film ke directorrrrrrrrrrr…” in his usual funny tone. Or he would imitate Late Vazibdar Uncle in Parsi tone. Ditto…no one can realise that he is not Parsi and that’s a bet. Same is true when he imitates the “Vaddi sai” thing in Sindhi. Partners in mischiefs. Anytime…anywhere.

I just can’t wait to see my best friends…Maa, Popsi n Jadoo. And that, trains being on right time and me surviving the day, will happen on the morning of 7th. Till then I am missing them. Nay, they are always with me somewhere near the caffeine dump lying somewhere on the left side of this piece of flesh.

Caffeine rocks,

silentEcho.