Break ke Baad…(After a Break)

It’s been quite some time since I last wrote something on my blog. In that time so much has changed. I have shifted base from UK back home, enjoyed a small vacation, completed a project that I had taken up, got back into the process of applying for a job and again preparing for a small trip to London next month. I’ve been asked quite a few times by so many people as to why I had not written anything new on my blog. Though I have given each of them a different answer, the truth is that I have been plain lazy! But fret not I have brought myself out of it and am getting back to blogging regularly.

So since my last post, I have finished my course and have come back home. The last two weeks before the end were the most hectic I had had in the past year, but I wouldn’t have wanted it to be any different. Loved working with my group on my dissertation. I used to spend the days in our University library designing the magazine and the nights at home writing for my portfolio. Can you imagine a written portfolio of 8000 words? Phew! Those two weeks though flew by and before I realised it was time for my flight home and I was bidding my classmates an emotional farewell.

The last day in UK was very similar to my first day there. I was at my uncle’s place; we ordered a large pizza and watched a film on his huge home theatre before it was time for me to leave. Though there is nothing like returning home, there was an odd sense of loss at leaving UK. The whole time during the journey from Manchester to Dubai I was dreaming of the year gone by in the UK and how much I would miss it. It was only when I touched the Indian shores did I start thinking about home.

I was welcomed back to India in the ways foreign dignitaries are. The first two weeks were all about jet lag, meeting friends, gorging on Indian food, attending countless calls, repeating the same stories a thousand times and most importantly changing my lifestyle. Though I was enjoying myself here with friends and family, I dreamt of UK every night. Every night I used to dream of some random moment that I spent in the UK. I was longing to go back and it was as if UK heard my pleas. Within a week I received a mail from my tutor informing me that I had been short-listed for an award and she wanted me to be present at the award ceremony to be held in London. It was the opening I was looking for and luckily my parents agreed to let me go to London for 3-4 days.

I have been spending the last few days lazing around, watching films and TV-series, applying for jobs and willing the days to go by sooner so that I can visit the country I have come to love so much.

That’s all for now folks! I shall write more frequently! Stay tuned!!