I had a problem setting up our wireless router in the apartment today. So I excitedly called the 24/7 tech support phone number provided on the box. Excitedly? Why? Because I knew there would be the familiar Hindustani lilt at the other end of the line. And, today, that would come as a blessing. As the tone phur-phur-phurred away, my heart held its...err, beat. And then suddenly, "Hello, this is Smita from Belkin support speaking. How may I assist you today, please?" I sputtered, with tears in my eyes and a frog in my throat, "I can't seem to configure my router..."
I miss India so much. All that yelling and screaming I did at it way back in January...sigh, how I regret it. In all honesty, India is like the bad boyfriend in an unhealthy relationship - it can be quite painful when you're together, and it's unbearably agonising when you're apart. I feel like Devdas right now. O, the tragedy.
So, the cure? My Paro replacement? (Oh, stop looking so puzzled and watch the movie!) "Masakali" on the subway, the purchase of a bottle of Hyderabadi curry paste with which to make dinner tonight, six cups of Tetley Masala Chai and the DVD of Hazaaron Khwaishein Aisi.
Dil dhoondta hai phir wohi fursat ke raat din...
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How strange, I wrote about the EXACT same thing today...how I complained so much about India while I was there, but now that I'm gone that's the only place I want to be.
My dear, you're most most most welcome to come back any time (read as => NOW)! And I shall be the one to wlecome you!!
xxxx
"India is like the bad boyfriend in an unhealthy relationship - it can be quite painful when you're together, and it's unbearably agonising when you're apart"
lol. that is possibly the best and most accurate description of india I have EVER read.
you have such a gift with words, Naz.
love you,
Tina
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