Leaving Home...

Leaving home…


What comes first in your mind when you read “Leaving Home”?
Was it an Indian Ocean’s album or Charlie Chaplin’s famous “The Child”? Was that a beautiful girl going to her sasural to be a woman or a visionary boy refusing conventional wisdom to sculpt his dream? Was that Ram leaving Ayodhya to revere his father’s promise or Pandavas leaving Hastinapur to venerate the fourth stage of life “Moksha”?


I am leaving Maninagar. It was a much needed departure. It’s neither a heartbreaking nor a fascinating departure. I am not feeling anything. Void – Vacuum is what has been crammed into my mind. Mangal Villa has taught me a lot. I have spent my important years here in this Mangal Villa. She has loved me, sheltered me, tolerated me. She has guided me by her silence, she has gifted me space and freedom.Just like my mother, she has never claimed or complained anything. She has witnessed the process of self realization.


It may seem strange to compare my departure with historical events. But for me, it’s as emotional as Indian Ocean’s “Leaving Home”, as real as Charlie Chaplin’s “The Child”, as vital as woman’s marriage, as exigent as boy’s maverick act, as respectful as Ram’s obedience and as intricate as Pandavas Journey to Himalayas…