I am sick, disgusted, PMS-sy, down, and out. I have two job offers in hand, and with that, the paperwork limbo starts all over again. If I were in India right now, I’d be celebrating, out in a classic rock club, maybe even with thandai at home, all set for holi and the new job. You know when someone asks you your solution to a communication challenge in a real life workplace scenario, and your answer makes them go “Oooo we could actually try that!”, it is time to celebrate. Not come home, and read websites after websites to figure out where you stand in the whole work permit scene. This limbo alone is enough for me to return home sooner than later. I am a control freak, I like my life in order. And I need to know that at any point in time, any disorder is of my making and my unmaking. I cannot stand standing in the wings, waiting for things to unfold. I can choose to be happy even right now, because I truly, strongly believe that happiness is a matter of decision. But if only I wasn’t so PMS-sy. An expat’s life entails a lot of waiting. And often, giving up control of circumstances. I am not sure right now, if I am ready for that kind of mature, happy way of dealing with change and things happening and still not quite.I haven’t blogged in a while, because I honestly don’t know what to write about. Right now I don’t fucking care about UP elections and broadband monopoly. I don’t have access to Arnab Goswami, and just how much can I possibly write about stuff that I have already seen and spoken about a hundred times over? I am all about freedom to be. I am all about being a middle class Indian in India. And one day, I will go back. I will not say I miss the noise and panipuri and butter chicken, because that is the kind of NRI stff that always made me sick when I was back home. I have not celebrated holi the way it is supposed to be celebrated, in years. So I cannot get away with saying I miss home and northie holi. Hell I don’t. What I do miss is, home delivery, the freedom of choice, the freedom to get up in the morning, look for a job, find one, and get going. I do NOT miss autos and the help who made my life so much easier. In fact I am glad that the helps here are expensive and hence way, way more efficient. I am glad I have to clean on a few days in the week because I still don’t have a help who comes in everyday. I am glad there is more dignity of labour here and changing their schedule every other day is something the helps here don’t quite appreciate.(And in cleaning up, I still have a semblance of control in my life. I know this doesn’t making any sense.) But I miss having that choice.I don’t know what I am talking about. All I know is I want to be at home, feel at home. And nothing is doing that to me right now. I came here for catharsis, and now I am crying. Maybe that’s what I really need.