Home is the place to be, they say. I remember Prof Ganesh from MCC defining Home as an emotional space compared to house which is a physical one. I have always wondered about this word – HOME. Is this place we call home a fixed point on this planet? Is it just a geographical location? Is it more to do with sense of being somewhere? I, a person who left home ten years back got enough experience to explore the true meaning of the word. I have lived two years in hostel which was supposed to be the place I am to undergo a bout of home-sickness. After some months of stay at Loyola hostel, I used to feel sick with home. Loyola Hostel was described by the Jesuit fathers as Home away from Home. It was indeed one when it came to food and academic life. I and my friends felt at home in the mess where we used to hog with a competitive attitude. I remember the day when I twisted my ankle while coming down the stair case and how the mess manager Mr Kasper took care of me. When it came to strictness – Loyola hostel was infamous, No wonder they used to call us as the slaves of Loyola.
Then I came out of the hostel life and became part of the Hall culture at MCC. Nothing much to say about that part of my life.
Today as I read the news about the Tibetan exiles fighting for their homeland, I feel little worried. Tibet is their Home. They seem to have forgotten the underlying rules of their homeland when they started their recent fights against the Chinese Government. In the movie Seven Years in Tibet, Lhasa is described as the Home of the Dalai Lama. He is the spiritual and social leader for the Tibetans. He represents the Non-violent and Buddhist tradition which has shaped the Tibetan way of life.
Home also has got a connotation of Death. In the movie Gladiator, Russell Crowe frequently talks about his home – a place where his wife and child is waiting for him. It is not on this planet. It is somewhere in the heavens, beyond this mundane existence.
Sarabjit wants to return home. His daughters and wife are waiting for him. I have felt the value of home when I stayed outside India for one year. I think it is not the place that is important; it is a kind of feeling which is highly fragmented. I came back and I had dosai after a gap on 12 months I experienced that feeling. When I got into the train that will take me home I felt that I was moving towards a familiar place. So it is not just the physical space that we call as home but it also any feeling with which you are comfortable with. Some people feel they are at home with other people. I guess that’s how love happens when somebody feels comfortable with somebody else.
Then I came out of the hostel life and became part of the Hall culture at MCC. Nothing much to say about that part of my life.
Today as I read the news about the Tibetan exiles fighting for their homeland, I feel little worried. Tibet is their Home. They seem to have forgotten the underlying rules of their homeland when they started their recent fights against the Chinese Government. In the movie Seven Years in Tibet, Lhasa is described as the Home of the Dalai Lama. He is the spiritual and social leader for the Tibetans. He represents the Non-violent and Buddhist tradition which has shaped the Tibetan way of life.
Home also has got a connotation of Death. In the movie Gladiator, Russell Crowe frequently talks about his home – a place where his wife and child is waiting for him. It is not on this planet. It is somewhere in the heavens, beyond this mundane existence.
Sarabjit wants to return home. His daughters and wife are waiting for him. I have felt the value of home when I stayed outside India for one year. I think it is not the place that is important; it is a kind of feeling which is highly fragmented. I came back and I had dosai after a gap on 12 months I experienced that feeling. When I got into the train that will take me home I felt that I was moving towards a familiar place. So it is not just the physical space that we call as home but it also any feeling with which you are comfortable with. Some people feel they are at home with other people. I guess that’s how love happens when somebody feels comfortable with somebody else.
People are worried about their homes
In their mind it creates many familiar forms
A journey and a destination without a pause
I am sure about the end of all these farce
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