Topophilia (From Greek topos “place” and -philia, “love of”) is a strong sense of place, which often becomes mixed with the sense of cultural identity among certain peoples and a love of certain aspects of such a place
Whoa, a lot has changed!
2 weeks ago, I was in Ahmedabad, completing my MBA and trying to take in all that I could about that magical place. The two years I have spent in those hallowed grounds will always be special. When I was getting into the cab and going out of the campus one last time, I realized that there was so much that I wanted to do, experience and feel. Alas, time was not on my side and I had to leave certain matters untreated.
Well, that is not the end of it. 1 week ago, I was in Calcutta. I keep referring to the city by its old (yet regal) name as I can never be a Kolkattan. I will always be a Calcuttan, a guy who enjoys the simple earthen cup of tea while sitting on a rock lying on the footpath. This same city, which has raised me and made me who I am, was and will always be special to me and here again, I tried to take it all in, before leaving the city. The dirty streets, the mouth-watering street food, the innumerable types of delightful sweets, the old Architecture and the joyful language which brings a smile to my face every time I hear it. However, that also came to a close. And yes, some matters were left unfinished here as well. C’est la vie.
Today, I just completed 1 week of my first job (Woohoo, yeah! *Queue Shaktiman Music*). While undergoing my induction, I interacted with a lot of people and faced the same statement almost everywhere. “Must be missing home, eh?’
With not being able to find a reason to provide to the inquisitive audience, I got to thinking (wish I could say gazed at the stars while thinking of the future) and understood something important.
Irrespective of how much I try to take in or how much time I spend, there was no possible scenario that I would be able to take it everything I can of those places. There are simply exorbitant memories attached to these places. Some were good; some were bad, while some were downright ugly! Then why do we get into the whole “I want to take in everything before I leave!” mindset.
I guess it is because we all suffer from the need to hold on. But, hold onto what? We certainly can’t hold onto places (Picture Hanuman without the mountain, juggling a variety of places). What I realized was that irrespective of wherever I would go, I would always have people with me. The people with whom I have spent a majority of my life. The same people who have irritated me, made me laugh, cry, scream, and tear my hair off, red with anger and gleaming with joy. Think back and trying to remember, the places would seem hazy but the people would be clear as water.
And hopefully, they will take me with themselves as well. 🙂