Tuesday, January 6, 2009

I belong

You realise the importance of your home country only when you are away from it!! I thought this was the most clich├ęd statement that people make, people that are away, people that have their near ones away. But I actually got to taste the flavor of its true meaning when something similar came from someone very close to me. We were all watching this Michael Wood show, a documentary on India, and my sister actually said "after seeing all this you sometimes feel, what am I doing here, why am I not in India!!" And that got me drooling over it for quite some time.

I was all amazed to see the rich history of India and the geographical magnificence of its origin. Not that I didn’t know about it. I knew almost everything that was been narrated in the show. But it’s their job isn’t it, of the people who make such documentaries, to make it look so enamoring that you tend to get awestruck by things you always knew about.

After giving some thought to the ‘where am I supposed to be’ question, I reached a consensus with my mind that wherever I am, whatever I do, I ‘belong’ to India. Even now after being away from home for good four months, it happens so many times that in some situation, one thought never ceases to creep in, the thought that: what would I have done had I been back home now! What if what’s happening here, happened when I was at home? May be apparently this feeling is too tiny to enable someone to gauge his or her attachment to the motherland, but that’s how I infer that I do ‘belong’ to my home country. And when I say that it’s not about which country I belong to. It’s not only the rich culture, the diversity, the values and whatever else India is known for, that makes me feel I belong there. I think it’s just my genesis that took place right there. And I guess every person somewhere deep has such a sense of belonging for the place where he grows as an individual.