When we moved to London early this year, we told ourselves that we won’t go back for atleast a year and yet we found ourselves headed home much before the year was over. In a way it made sense. We had some unfinished business, a holiday was due, it was Diwali and I felt I needed to reconnect to Delhi.
The holiday happened in Orissa, and it was such a good idea to go there. There is something about the place that draws you in. Its ancient, its spiritual and its beautiful. The temples are some of the best that I have ever been to, the beaches were excellent and well kept, the hotel we stayed in Puri was a wonderful art-deco place and the sea food was brilliant. It was a wonderful week and glad I got to do that before I hit Delhi and its Diwali mania.

How can you do justice to a city where you’ve spent all of 30 years by visiting it for a week. There is so much to see, so much to do. There are people to call, places to see, errands to run. There is family to meet. So we did the next best thing which was to sit at home when we were not out running errands. It was strange being in Delhi. Its not for the first time that I have stayed for a week, but this time I knew that I am not coming back for quite some time. I felt disconnected and yet I also felt connected.

I am not sure if I feel the same for India as a whole. I work for a news organisation which has played a major part in shaping my opinion about the world. The other day I was looking through its archives and it has more stuff in radio and TV about the subcontinent than any news source back home. Sixty years of independence were celebrated with so many fantastic documentaries about the subcontinent.  So most people I work with are aware of India, aware of its history, present and also its future. Its interesting talking to them and understanding their perspective of things.  So yes I do still feel quite connected to India.

My office is next door to India House and every day as I walk into my office there is a queue of visa seekers. The queue is so long that it goes all across my office into the next building. It reminds me of the visa seekers back home who camp all night in front of the US and UK embassies. If I am not running late every morning I’d like to chat up with some of the visa seekers to ask where are they planning to go to India. Maybe I can plan their trips to them, free of charge.This will be my thank you to London for making me feel at home. Too much at home sometimes.

I know they will need it when they land in India.

Advertisements