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September 19, 2011

When Holidays Arrive...

I've always had a close friendship with holidays. Even though we did not meet for days, I loved when we did and have always enjoyed the company of my lovely lovely holidays. Needless to say my holidays and I have always shared a close and healthy relationship. Until now. Now, now, don't panic. I am still very much normal and I still love my holidays but like everything else, too much of something is a pain!
You might argue that chocolates and holidays are exceptions but I beg to differ. Even too much of chocolate is not pleasurable anymore as I found out lately and have taken a break from all things sweet. (Though my friends and I sincerely doubt the time period of this very very recent development. Read = 12 hours.) Ever since I joined college, my holidays have begun to love me a little too much. So much so that during every vacation (holidays have a nick name too! AW!) I've had since last year, (TWO) my parents have resorted to giving me strange dark looks after a mere three weeks of having me in the house. You see, my vacations, unlike normal vacations, are a tad longer. A 45 days Puja & Diwali vacation or a 3 months long summer vacation, my college is EXTREMELY generous in giving holidays.

I sometimes wish this generosity could have been put to the awarding of marks but then somethings better not even be dreamt about. >.<" Anyways, back to my vacations. So, only this April I went home despite all misgivings, carrying ALL my course books and successfully letting them collect dust till JULY, when after 3 whole months, I finally returned. Now, my holidays wouldn't have been much painful only if I had things to do you see. Even becoming a couch potato is boring after sometime. 
Writing this post with a heavy heart as yet again, my vacations begin this Sunday going on until 10th of November. I so wish my college mates lived nearer. Or atleast that my friends back home had as long vacations as mine. Sigh. One can never have everything. Even though I am happy that I am going to be home next week, eating decent food, sleeping on  MY own bed where I don't dangle from the side and using a decent bathroom; I wish my holidays wouldn't be so long.
And as a footnote, Harshita Borah, I would have happily lent you my holidays girl. Only if I could. Sigh. Only if.