As I was flipping through the pages of a newspaper, I read a few articles about summer camps. As I was reading through it, my mind slipped back to my summer vacations as a kid. I never went to any summer camps; in fact I had a more exciting plan for my summer vacations. My perfect getaway for my summer vacations was Moodabidri (a town near M’lore)- my grandpa and grandma’s house.
As kids, summer vacations were always filled with fun, fun and only fun! From the first till the last, everyday was different. The two months of fun and frolic would be sufficient to cherish for one whole year. As I look back, I recollect all those fun filled days at my native place ‘Moodabidri’ with a dozen cousins, aunts, grandpa and grandma!
The month of April and May used to be the most awaited months of the year. The childish games that we used to play, the trees that we climbed together, lots and lots of paper that we wasted to make boats during rains, the idli’s that we made in sand using coconut shells, being chased by dogs, the yummy raw mangoes, the horror stories by karthoo( which actually scared us :p), the craze for chocolates that Taatha and maama used to bring, Ammama’s cooking!!
Hmmm... Wow! The very thought of all these things brings a smile on my face.
Everything was just so perfect. As I pen down all these things, I realize that I can never enjoy all these things again in my life. NEVER!! Because we’ve grown up. We no longer have time for all these things. No orkut, facebook or any TV programme can replace the fun that we had.
Even if we want to, we cannot have the same fun again. We have become too mature to act immature. We no longer have time nor opportunity to come together at least for a few days in Moodabidri . Its sad! I feel nostalgic.
Summer vacations now are so much different from what it used to be. It is no longer only ‘fun’ even during holidays. There are so many commitments to be met, serious thinking to be done...
But, i am glad that atleast for a few years ( till i was in class 9), my summer vacations were made memorable. A big thank you to all my cousins, aunts, grandparents and Maama!
This post is for all you guys. Lets try and make it happen again. Love you all.
