Home Sweet Home. Seriously?

Day? Don’t know. Date? Don’t care. Month? Probably May. Time? 2 A.M. Eyes? Wide open. Ears? Plugged. Hair? Messy. Face? Smiling. Cause? Probably some ‘awww’ scene in a movie.

Oh, no, it’s not your slip. Even the last person who read the post thought that it was ‘he’ who was being portrayed so accurately. And bizarre, as it may sound, this is not any hostel scene that I am talking of, for neither did I mention any group of juniors howling in the corridor in their typical local dialect nor did I illustrate the wretched condition of your hostel room, which I assume is worse than that at home (a risky presumption though but the only back bone to the supposition is the omnipresence of that divine lady in your house, You mother). It is solely the virtual tranquility that you create around yourself while you are supposedly working on your laptop with the earphones plugged in, that has been subjected to analysis here. So, I am home since the past few days, nearly 20 (Oh come on! 20 on 80 ARE fucking few days only) and I am almost ready with the sword to chop off your head for your immediate question ‘What’s up with the vacations?’ along with that sarcastic how-useless smile of yours, is really going to stir my blood hot. Sincerely, you might have but I still have not forgotten the primary meaning of holidays. Weren’t they supposed to be an unambiguous synonym of enjoyment and relaxation? No? What went wrong then? Ah! Forget it. This is altogether a different issue that we are getting into. As of now, I would go on with sharing my vacation experiences and would indeed be glad to make you jump off your chair shouting ‘Same here!’.  

No jokingly, I am tired of standing this one accusation almost daily:

‘You no longer qualify to live at home. You are drenched in the hostel air completely and this routine of yours does not fit in for a decent and mannered stay at home’. Dammit, throw me out then! I mean what do they even mean by putting this allegation on me that I do not qualify? I am sure they didn’t expect me to click on some ‘I accept the terms and conditions’ button below some page titled ‘I will now stay at home for 82 days, 7 hours, 6 minutes and 4 seconds.’!
But here is something I have in for you, something that each of us should strictly follow without any why(s), something that should, no would, ease our long stay at home:

·         No matter how fresh, I shall drool and swing and dribble and sway like a sleep deprived fellow from 10:30 P.M. at night, leaving my parents assured that the first and the only thing I’d do on entering my room is doze and dream (decently).

·          If I am unable to get up latest by 8 in the morning, the only thing that I will mummer in the subconscious state is the same old reason justifying my sleep overshoot which says that I could not sleep properly at night and there is some why because of which I was tossing on the bed till 3 with my room lights off (very important clause), so their might should spare me.

·         I will not jump off my chair out of the sheer happiness inflicted upon me by marks such as 11 on 75, for they are supposed to be failing marks. At such occasions, I would hide the happiness of getting double digit marks by silently sitting in a room till my parents actually recall that I had got something similar (a little more though) in the previous semester too and that I had passed that course and quite decently at that. It is only after that, that I am officially released to live the unexpected.

·         When on calls, I will try not to tease the person on phone by the name of his/her crush, if some humanly inquisitive body in around. Still, if it gets irresistible, I shall inquire civilly with words like ‘How’s your friend doing?’ or ‘How is John?’. Being straight helps at times and I know that I am 20 only because someone is 40 and has had it all. I will not act over smart, every time.

·         I will not smile constantly looking down into the cell. I will, however, secretly wonder how my teachers are more understanding in this regard. Though I will expect them to understand, that had the thing being shareable; I would never have smiled so naughtily, I will keep calm and not retaliate at them accusing them of bugging in my privacy.

·         Apart from all these, I will not enjoy any romantic song limitlessly. I will not stress on a particular line of a song vehemently. I can always feel the butterflies within though.

(On our way back to home, the song ‘pyaar deewana hota hai, mastaana hota hai’ was being played late night in our car and singing loudly, as I always am, I stressed on something as risky as, ‘aa hi jaata hai jispe dil aana hota hai’. Trust me; it isn’t a very good idea to rejoice every time.
#100%TrueStory.)

With this, I sign off for this post. Try implementing them; at least a few for vacations still have a long way to go. Don’t take anything for granted. For everything isn’t as innocent as your facebook status,
<3 Home sweet home <3

Keep Smiling for this world is beautiful when you do! :)   

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