Back In The Saddle
Hello everybody, finally I am back. It has been nice, satisfying vacations. I won't classify them as a long or short as that depends upon on the person to person. For me, there is one universal truth about the vacations - they are always short.
Finished the last leg of my visit yesterday. This is the only unpleasant part of the whole process. It starts from the very morning of the last day of vacations and remains well after you drag your suite cases in your current abodes.
You know the morning is not an usual one because you won't laze around in bed and would get up early in order to make best use of remaining little time. The gut will be in knots and a strange guilt feeling swamps you. Everybody will try to hide their gloomy faces in vain; smiles are too fake to sooth; Nervous laughters actually make us feel more bad about the whole situation.
Of course, there is a flurry of activities all around. Someone is preparing Namkeen Pooris and Namak Parey for the journey, and another one is busy tucking a bottle containing home made pickles in the hope they would last till next visit. One pair of hand would fetch the forgotten shaving kit, while another would be helping you stuffing all the useless, unstuffable stuff in your suitcase. In the whole pandemonium, it is bound that something important gets missed out, as I did miss out toothbrush this time.
All these activities does take time, and it's a precious little time considering it's your last day. I hate this but can't help it. And then, there is a bee line of well wishers crowding your place to see you off; I respect their sentiments and love, and feel lucky for it, but I hate it on the last day. My subtle hints to prepone these activities haven't registered and I don't want to hurt them by being more blatant.
Not to forget, those formidable but generous aunts still(and forcibly) giving money for 'sweets' and 'journey'. Their take on this is simple. Earning or not earning, you would stop getting money only when your kid replaces you. I firmly shut up, and accept the currency.
The moment you step in the train, you again realize it's not the same as when you were coming. Excitement is missing, as you know there is nobody waiting for you at your destination, and that a home cooked food is not waiting for you. You got to cook yourself, eat out, or starve.
Back in saddle, I am coming terms with life.
Wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day!
Finished the last leg of my visit yesterday. This is the only unpleasant part of the whole process. It starts from the very morning of the last day of vacations and remains well after you drag your suite cases in your current abodes.
You know the morning is not an usual one because you won't laze around in bed and would get up early in order to make best use of remaining little time. The gut will be in knots and a strange guilt feeling swamps you. Everybody will try to hide their gloomy faces in vain; smiles are too fake to sooth; Nervous laughters actually make us feel more bad about the whole situation.
Of course, there is a flurry of activities all around. Someone is preparing Namkeen Pooris and Namak Parey for the journey, and another one is busy tucking a bottle containing home made pickles in the hope they would last till next visit. One pair of hand would fetch the forgotten shaving kit, while another would be helping you stuffing all the useless, unstuffable stuff in your suitcase. In the whole pandemonium, it is bound that something important gets missed out, as I did miss out toothbrush this time.
All these activities does take time, and it's a precious little time considering it's your last day. I hate this but can't help it. And then, there is a bee line of well wishers crowding your place to see you off; I respect their sentiments and love, and feel lucky for it, but I hate it on the last day. My subtle hints to prepone these activities haven't registered and I don't want to hurt them by being more blatant.
Not to forget, those formidable but generous aunts still(and forcibly) giving money for 'sweets' and 'journey'. Their take on this is simple. Earning or not earning, you would stop getting money only when your kid replaces you. I firmly shut up, and accept the currency.
The moment you step in the train, you again realize it's not the same as when you were coming. Excitement is missing, as you know there is nobody waiting for you at your destination, and that a home cooked food is not waiting for you. You got to cook yourself, eat out, or starve.
Back in saddle, I am coming terms with life.
Wish you all a very Happy Valentine's Day!
posted by Unknown at 11:25 AM
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