For those who stay away from their homes and families, the excitement involved in getting back home cannot be penned down in words. It is a spark that brings immense enthusiasm. I am also a member of that lot, and feel the same while departing for my home. I would not term this as "Homesickness". Rather, this is something quite obvious- a call from within. Valuing the importance of family and home can never be overemphasized. This should come naturally to one who lives away from his home, and feels 'hungry' for meeting his family.
I left my home at the age of sixteen, just after I finished my schooling. As a teenager, it was tough for me to agree on that. But then, it had to happen, going by the need of the hour. Though not too far from home and within the same state, I did feel homesick at times and attempted a visit back home at least once a month. Five years down the line, I had to settle down in Hyderabad, far more away from my home, in a different state, as far as almost 1,6oo
kms. But, by that time, I had matured a lot, managed to cut down my frequent visits. I had to boost up my career, and part away from family. Whatever, it was a big deal for me. It was not that easy to settle down as it seemed to be. I could not even imagine staying away from home for so many months. And on top of that, the distance made things a little tougher. I still remember the much awaited break- my first journey from Hyderabad to Santiniketan. I had to be patient for six long months in order to get back home after finishing my first semester in MBA. My three-and-half year stay in Hyderabad taught me to compromise on my frequent homeward tours for sure. However, there was always that intention to get back home and spend time with family. Further, I moved to Mumbai, which is over 2,000 kms. away from Santiniketan. Still, I make it a point to pay a visit back home at an interval of three-four months. It might sound a bit childish. But I must say, it puts me on and charges me up.
The very idea of 'going home' thrills me. 'Going Home' means a lot of things to me- it can be a motivation factor, a sigh of relief, an unexpressed happiness or a change. A homeward trip is no less than a project for me; it requires proper planning and execution. Key factors to be considered are the journey start and end dates, duration of stay, leaves available, and above all, the mode of transport. At times, I have to compromise on the cost part and prefer airways over rail transport simply to maximize my duration of stay, even it is a matter of few hours. After all, one can feel the worth of something only when he is deprived of that. And probably, that is the reason why getting back home is so special.
I left my home at the age of sixteen, just after I finished my schooling. As a teenager, it was tough for me to agree on that. But then, it had to happen, going by the need of the hour. Though not too far from home and within the same state, I did feel homesick at times and attempted a visit back home at least once a month. Five years down the line, I had to settle down in Hyderabad, far more away from my home, in a different state, as far as almost 1,6oo
kms. But, by that time, I had matured a lot, managed to cut down my frequent visits. I had to boost up my career, and part away from family. Whatever, it was a big deal for me. It was not that easy to settle down as it seemed to be. I could not even imagine staying away from home for so many months. And on top of that, the distance made things a little tougher. I still remember the much awaited break- my first journey from Hyderabad to Santiniketan. I had to be patient for six long months in order to get back home after finishing my first semester in MBA. My three-and-half year stay in Hyderabad taught me to compromise on my frequent homeward tours for sure. However, there was always that intention to get back home and spend time with family. Further, I moved to Mumbai, which is over 2,000 kms. away from Santiniketan. Still, I make it a point to pay a visit back home at an interval of three-four months. It might sound a bit childish. But I must say, it puts me on and charges me up. The very idea of 'going home' thrills me. 'Going Home' means a lot of things to me- it can be a motivation factor, a sigh of relief, an unexpressed happiness or a change. A homeward trip is no less than a project for me; it requires proper planning and execution. Key factors to be considered are the journey start and end dates, duration of stay, leaves available, and above all, the mode of transport. At times, I have to compromise on the cost part and prefer airways over rail transport simply to maximize my duration of stay, even it is a matter of few hours. After all, one can feel the worth of something only when he is deprived of that. And probably, that is the reason why getting back home is so special.
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