In all probability, I will be going over to Pune to be with my parents this weekend. The mere thoughts (and action) have made me emotionally rich (and financially poor ). I am going home. So I told my friends ” I am going home this weekend”.

Then while leaving office today (or was it tonight ? hmmmph) I told my boss that now I will be pushing off to home. While driving I was contemplating on the concept of ‘home’. I call my single room-exorbitantly priced- acco as home. I also use the same expression for my parent’s place in Pune. In fact, even when we were in Delhi, we had shifted 4 different rented accos and I called each one of them ‘home’. Multiplicity ?

These thoughts were doing rounds at the back of my head as I was browsing through some of my older (read emotionally charged- I will change the world tonight- I am a very nice guy who was cheated by the world) posts. I came across a post where I had tried to decipher expressions  like aggression, home and love. I know, ostensibly unrelated. No wonder the post was titled ‘confused’.

In that post, I had typed some of my thoughts on what I believe a home is or what it should be.

2) Home. Ppl tell me a great home is the one which has italian marble flooring, split AC in rooms, rugs from God knows where, a showcase full of expensive and delicate items. Being raised mostly in rented apartments, I still cant figure out how it “feels” to own a house. But my $0.02 is that while all these may make a wonderful (and expensive) house it takes more than this ostentatious display of wealth to make a home. A home needs to make the child feel protected… it needs to make the wife feel secure…. it needs to make the husband feel assured… it needs to make the family feel proud. It needs 40 % of heart, 40 % of soul, 5 % of courage, 5 % of laughter, 4 % of tears, 3 % of ugly sketches on the living room walls and 3 % of “welcome” sign on the main gate. I am no expert so I amy be wrong here…. but I guess I believe at least this much.

Its been more than an year since I wrote that piece of emotion laced and vocabular-ly challenged post, a rather tumultuous year.

I guess this is still how I can best describe a home.

You never change the way you are fundamentally.

rohit