All Of A Sudden... I Miss Everyone.

First of all, I was never deciding to write this blog. I was just listening to random songs when I started listening to a album called 'All of a sudden, I miss everyone' I don't know why or how I got this idea of blogging about it. Nothing about this post has been thought about or decided beforehand... This post is going to be like a flowing wave.

This is one of the moments when I want to go back home... To my real home. This is one of those moments when I feel sad about being so long away from everyone. So isolated. There have been instances where I think to myself, ' I am a 16 year old kid. What the hell am I doing in Brazil?! I should be back home at this time living a normal life, eating vegetables everyday, listening to my parents telling me to study, roaming around with friends. Yet, here I am.'

Bhalerao. Murkha ahe pan chaangla mitra ahe.

The photo says it all.

At this point of my exchange (almost half way through) the real deal of being an exchange student has got to me. I'm getting to know what people are doing back home and the more I listen to them, the more I want to go back. Then there are always new friends being made. All my friends back home have completed the transition from school to college life. New groups, new acquaintances, new everything. I am going to need to do some catching up when I get back. I'm still in the medieval state of mind thinking that all of my friends are still together just like they were in school. How wrong can I be! It's a cruel world.

I knew I wouldn't forget you.. She knows the rest.

Talking about parents... I have 'parents' here. I mean, I'm not comparing these parents to my parents but right now, the real missing piece is friends. I can never have friends like I have back home. The kids here will never know the 'real' Jay Ranade. Language is the main factor. Me being timid enough to not speak..ummm.. to not jabber like there is no tomorrow is another. Honestly speaking, it's very strange. Here, I feel more comfortable talking to parents or teachers or elderly people more than people my age. In India, it's the exact opposite.

Caption? Nah. Emotion.

Not straying away from the main point, I have understood the true value of  MY country, MY language and MY people. Yes, Brazil is nice but nothing beats India. Jai Hind. Jai Maharashtra. :)