No, I am not an Akshay Khanna fighting the Pakistani regiments in the border town of Jaisalmer leaving behind a sweetheart in a field of yellow sarso and a visually impaired mom in some unknown village of Punjab, and hence my mom and sweetheart are never heard singing emotional songs of the Ghar kab Aaoge kind. The song is really touchy and it is hard to beleive that copycat Malik could have actually composed this song but hey miracles do happen once in a while, jaise kabhi kabhi Kaif bhi century bana leta hai. So even if I am not an Akshay Khanna whose mother in the form of Rakhi sheds tears that could fill up reservoirs and permanently solve the water crisis that India faces every summer, still once in a while I do get these jitters that drive me towards home. So after 5 months of being in Namma Bengaluru and fighting with a lot of autowallas, spending a night in a lockup, going on innumerable shopping excursions with lot many girls, washing clothes, cooking maggi in a microwave and haggling with the disastrous DJ I am off to Amar Kolkata. Back to the city of trams, humid weather, Maidan, Book Fair, Jhal Muri, Sandesh, Victoria Memorial, Park Street, my darling and home. And I am excited to indulge myself into such utter delicacies like Mach Bhaja, Alu Sheddo Bhat, Dal Bara, Posto Bata etc. that are so easy to prepare anywhere in the world but has a seperate taste associated with itself when Mom makes it for you. So even if it is a Deccan Airways that is flying me to Kolkata at the unearthly hour of 5:30 in the morning when I am usually in my REM sleep mode I do not mind. So here is wishing Namma Bengaluru and my readers the pleasure of not seeing my obnoxious posts for the next 11 days. So in a typical John Denver style "I am leaving on a jet plane, and I do know when I will be back again (everyone at office has raised quite a few eyebrows on hearing the number of days leave I am taking)".
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