This post, I write, not from any of the normal comfortable zones I have inhabited all these days and in all of these posts. I write this while I sit on the train, on the way back to Chennai from Coimbatore. I cannot post it now, obviously, but I shall post this as soon as I reach my house. House, I say, because the last few days have been alight with many realisations, the key one being I no longer view Chennai as home. Yes, I spent 16 years of my life there—from when I was 10 months old to when I was 17 and had to leave for college. But that hasn’t made Chennai home for me and so I have to deal with a special kind of loss—one where it never had been to have been lost.
At first, there was a sense of guilt I felt over ‘betraying’ the city that had so wonderfully taken me in and had cared for me. Most of my experiences have centred around that city, it has shaped a large part of my childhood. It came from the locality I lived in, the school I went to, the kinds of people I was accustomed to, the language I grew to learn and love– everything that surrounded me was surrounded by the city. I cannot ever divorce my persona from the city, I can probably never be someone “different” (and is there even a necessity for that in the first place?).
But now there is a weird kind of acceptance of my own situation, which is quite peculiar I must admit. My family is split in different directions, different continents, even. I don’t know where it is I lie—right now, I am somewhere, where will I be later? Who is to guarantee anything at all in my life. Yes, I find some stability in wherever I am right now—in my university, “in the arms of my friends,” in the presence of my grandparents—but how long is this all going to last? These questions plague my thoughts and I cannot help but fear what I have in store for me. Maybe I don’t need to be thinking and worrying about all this right now, maybe I just need to relax and calm down and “take a chill pill.” But I am worried, scared, afraid, sad because this one week is just a bunch of realisations that I have no one I can be dependent on. I am on my own, I need to catch up and take charge, I need to.
It is all quite ironical because all my life I wanted nothing more than to be independent and self-sufficient, to be able to take care of myself by myself. I think that desire is still there, I want to be independent, but I realise that even for that, I need some stability at first, that is quite severely lacking in my life. This is the crises I desperately wish I wasn’t facing at the moment, but I can’t help but face it. My whole existence is at quite a questionable position and I do not relish the loss of control. I am throwing words around at this point—independence, control, all good keywords, all of them. But useless, because they can do nothing at all to alleviate my current situation. Maybe I should just quit with the dramatics and actually do something and save my life?
And that’s my memory for the day.