Picking up the threads again...

A lot of water under the bridge. That is how we talk about the time gone by. Truly a lot of it has flown under mine since I wrote something in here. Maybe that is because none of the waves were large enough to leap up and wet my feet as I stood by and observed the flow of time. I could not be more wrong if I said that no big changes came by in this period. In fact, this was when the biggest achievement - my job - came by. To continue the water analogy, maybe I was standing just too far up to let my feet get wet.

I have been pining to write - there are no doubts about that. And after quite a few false starts, I think I am going to put something in today... just so that I can begin. I want to make entries in this diary of mine and get back to it as often as I can.

I have just returned from a trip back home... after one full year. When friends and family ask me, I always brush things aside by saying that home is where family is. Since Ma, Papa keep visiting, I do not feel the dire urge to be at home. But once I go there, the floodgates open up, memories come rushing in. Despite the almost unrecognizable crowded mess that my hometown has become, every corner whispers some long forgotten story in my ears and a smile finds its way to my lips. I wish to go pick up some of these pearls and relate them here. Not in one long post this time but into many short ones. Hope I am able to get ahead at my plan this time.

The main agenda during the home trip was to find a bride for me. This has been the subject of every single discussion worth its name in the past year and half. But as things are with me usually, they are still stuck up. I don't think I have the patience to clear up the mist surrounding the matter... mainly because it simply is not worth raking up the muck. But a small fun incident regarding this is what made me write this post so I did not have any qualms bringing it up.

That I have acquired my love for old Hindi songs from Papa is no secret. It was really nice to see Ma relish some folk songs by Sharda Sinha that I hunted out for her. She made Papa write it down so she could add one more jewel to her treasury. On the final night I was there, I had put a long random list of old songs from the PC on the playlist as I sat with Papa teaching him how to navigate his way through Internet, and especially to view the matrimonial site we had been using as one of the ways for my bride hunt. I had suggested that we widen our search by relaxing our criteria for the perfect match by a little bit. As expected, it gave us a wider set of girls to view and send proposals to, which I had done but received no replies thereof. We sat there discussing the likely reasons for me not getting the expected replies. Whether it was my nerdy sounding job, my posting in an area that is generally known as desert, me coming from Jharkhand - a place known for being under-developed etc. The screen was full of my list of preferred girls that would not respond when the next song on the playlist came up and we both burst out laughing. The song was the famous number from हरियाली और रास्ता that went: लाखों तारे आसमान में, एक मगर ढूंढें न मिला... lol... Even randomness knew something was up.