To start with, there are ample no of things one is
disappointed about ,it might be as huge as the book about understanding woman
(which is seriously absurd, but nvm, that's a topic to chatter later about) .. i
for one have constructed my topic of disappointment to the degradation of
vacations..
Thinking back to the time of school days, the word “vacation”
in itself made all kinds of ideas flood in.. and no, it had nothing to do with
mobiles, facebooks, going to malls,etc..
known as the “kuda vali (garbage collector)” of the house due to a quirk of picking up and
keeping boxes, bottles, pieces of thermocol, cardboards.. all had a purpose
behind them.. the ultimate utilisation of their existence during vacation time. (inspite of ma’s
valiant attempts into invading my room and clearing off my precious
collections!) sitting down amid this weird garbage
collection i planned my vacation around them.. many times my projects were
failures and in the end i used to end up making black stringy things out of
pieces of thermocols and with a hot knife and burning myself.... but it was a swing at
creativity.. if not spending time on the wealth from waste agenda (which almost
all the time was uglier from waste) there used to be grand planning of a picnic
with friends(though, it was about a flimsy bedsheet tent which was adamant on flying off with the
glorious wind)
My disappointment comes to the part that somewhere in the
growing up part those innocent creative surges have been lost.. now, my
vacations are mostly spend on summer trainings and studies, at times i sneak
off some minutes just wee seconds before sleeping for some reading for that's
the thing which somehow makes me hang by the pinky finger by the cliff which was
the land of “let the hand fly and there shalt be a picture”. The part where it’s
no longer thought well enough for going on these make and catch the bedsheet
afternoons is a whole lot of sadness..
A voice for the kids
of now.. who i never see enjoying these hols by going off for picnics nor for a
morning fresh air cycling.. see the world out of the window and you shall never
regret the days you spend down with the sun..
p.s: It might sound full of self-pity. But i do hope that
you see past it and see the way bigger picture i am trying to show..
