Chp 51. The Return of the Kim

Sup everyone. Am finally back on the Blog World. Really feels good to blog again after such a long time. It’s like that feeling you get when you’re a passionate guitarist who gets the feel of a guitar after a really long time because he broke his hand. Man, the vibe. You feeling me? Worddd.

So what have I been up to? Well, I dropped out of IIMB, went home for X’mas n New Year after a gap of ten freaking years, caught up with all my frens back home, met my sister from UK after such a long time, spent some quality time with my 9 years old niece and made my 3 years old niece cry all the time (evil me), and met Evelyn’s folks. Yeah they kinda like me.

Went home and mom immediately nagged me on how big a failure I was and how much money they wasted on me. T’was a very happy family reunion indeed. *smiley* Dad ofcourse wasn’t so hard on me. Mazami too had changed a lot. She’s much more responsible and matured now (not that she wasn’t before). Maybe it’s the fact that she’s earning now n not depending on dad anymore. Lapuii (my eldest sis) on the other hand was still the same. Dinpuii didn’t make it home coz she didn’t have vacations.

Mizoram, ah, the sheer beauty of it. Idyllic sunsets, romantic getaways, serene atmosphere. There truly is no place like home.

Many a times, when people I haven’t seen in a long time (especially the older folks) see me, they exclaim “Oh my God, look how fast he’s grown, it seems like just yesterday when he was a mere baby”. Well, I’ve always thought this was the standard way of greeting somebody you haven’t seen in ages. But when I went home this year, I realized what they said actually made sense. My two lovely nieces. Oh my God, how fast they’ve grown. They walk, frighteningly smart, and are growing bigger n bigger while I seem to be stuck in oblivion.

Strange how kids grow so fast while adulthood seem to last forever. Made me realize, after all this I’m gonna become an old grumpy grandpa that people will show concern only out of pity. Damn, this sux.

Anyway, I had an amazing time back in Mizoram. We had our usual traditional X’mas n NY feast, and ofcourse the regular “getting drunk on local booze”, which gave me the meanest hangover I’ve ever come across. A full bottle of McDowell’s was selling at a price not lower than 800 bucks! What a freaking rip-off, but what can we do. The local booze sux, but beggars cannot be choosers.

And then ofcourse there was the usual “Buh zu” (Rice wine) and “grepe waine” (grape wine). If cottage industry was to be promoted full-scale, I’d say Mizoram wins hands down on fermentation! *GRIN*

Anyway, from now onwards this blog of mine will be updated regularly. Just like two years ago back in Hyderabad, here I am, living all alone. Me, a complete bachelor, once again. But the difference between now and Hyderabad was, when I was in Hyderabad, I was completely miserable from breaking up with my girlfren, whereas now, I am miserably deep in love with the greatest person on Earth. Two miseries, completely opposite to each other.