My MP3 Player!

I have bought an MP3 player. Finally....
Lots of people have been asking me to do so. My parents, my sister, my friends. Infact people cant understand how I can go without one.
You see people think I am this big music freak. And I think freak is just not the right word.. ME!!
Music has quite an effect on me. Each note, each high and low note will make me go that way. Soulfull music can stir in me thoughts and feelings of another world. Now dont ask me what that is supposed to mean...And peppy music can really pep me up.
All through out the night I did play music in the hostel. I had too. The silence within the four walls comforted me as good as it frightened me. It felt nice to be within my own room. It was somewhere where I could just be me and with me.And it was frightening 'cos I was supposed to feel lonely being alone and I wasnt. Was I some psychopath in the making? Was I gonna kill my clustermates in their beds? Was I turning crazy?
And music somehow was the solution.
I had always been music crazy before, I only got more crazier. I played music all day long and all night long.I did play Pyaar Tune Kya Kiyaa early into the morning. And the eerie music sounds great in the early hours of the morning than any other time. Maithrim Bhajatha and other classical songs became my cluster mates morning wake up call. Every now and then one of my clustermates did make a passing mention of how she got up at three in the morning, only to hear Mysterious Girl or Forever and For Always. And I did never react. Everyone is entitled to a couple of eccentrities and so am I! Okay.. More than just a couple....
And so... People never really understood why I gave up this idiosyncracy of mine when I joined work. Not entirely though....I did still borrow my colleague's headphones when it became too noisy around me. And at home I borrowed my uncle's mobile phone to listen to the radio.
And now this new MP3 player of mine with FM tuning.
I can now go gaga ga over music all day long to my heart's and ears' content!!

Home is where the heart is!

Finally... Am gonna be home. Next Wednesday I'll be flying back to India and the feeling is great. Dont mistake me. Dubai is a great place. My first onsite opportunity in my first project at my first job. Lucky Me!
Living in a hotel apartment, hogging like crazy on your breakfast 'cos you dont know whether the lunch you 'll be buying from the Greens Choitram did be palatable, putting up with thousands of network and connectivity issues, walking into the IT support room the first thing in the morning with issues and sitting over the support people until they are solved, trying to work ;, getting food from Choitram and always regretting over the wrong decision :P, living on chocolate bought from the vending machine at office, trying to pull up a con job on the client (Imran : if you by chance find your way here, I am just trying to make this post humorous. Reveleus works, you know!) ...
Its been quite a month. But I am glad its over. Its only in a place like Dubai that you did miss home more. When you hear this more than just occasional words in Malayalam and Tamil, when you see someone wearing a sari, see someone eating a dosa, hear Hindi songs being played on the radio and malayalam channels, read news about India in the local newspaper... Everything reminds you of home. Of people back home who will wait for hours to get your call, just to listen to your voice. Of people who havent managed to loose faith in you and never will. Of people who have managed to keep their faith in you alive throughout those troublesome years and who have given you all that you have and all that you will ever need.
Thank you folks! For having been there for me.
And I hope I'll be able to make all of this worthwhile.