steal my sunshine...
summer! im sure a lot of other people like me donot find summer as a welcome change from my dear old friend winter.
looking back on how the meaning of summer has changed over the years...
5years and below: summer dint mean a thing, basically because i dint really notice the big difference between summer and the other seasons.
or maybe i plain forgot.
5th year to 10th year: summer meant a long period of not having to go to school which meant no waking up early in the morning and not being forced to go to the torture zone called school.
summer instead meant going to madras; my granparents' place.
I used to face an acute language problem in the first week of getting there but by the end of the first week, I would have successfully trained all the kids on the block to speak in telugu[and the really stubborn ones would have atleast learnt to understand telugu if not speak the language]
it also meant getting a really bad tan and a really bad case of mouth-ulcers as a result of eating way too many mangoes.
10th year to 15th year: the time when summer looks all hunky dory till it actually starts...
used to love the run up to the start of summer, didn't even mind writing the friggin final exams too only because there was light at the end of the tunnel: summer hols!
but the light slowly used to turn into very very bright sunshine.
it was during this time that my interest span in about everything came down to the bare minimum. I used to carry loads of nancy drews with me for company but surprisingly the desperation to read nancy drew, hardy boys wasnt even half as much as it used to be during exams.
this trend continues till date, only that the nancy drews and hardy boys have been replaced by tom clancy and the ilk...
15th year to 20th year: it was during this time that i developed a definite aversion for summer and all that it brings with it with an exception of mangoes ofcourse. well, summer meant either landing up in chennai which was like a reflex action when summer came. or my cousins from everywhere would land up at my place. well, it used to be fun for the first few days and then the ritual visiting of tourist places and entertaining lil brats used not exactly fit into my definition of fun. and not to forget the sun burn...an inevitable part of summer!
20th year onwards: hmm...in that past few years summer has only meant work...and more work. summer brings with it internship which means no trips to chennai or no ritual trips to the tourist spots with visiting relatives. it also means no lazy afternoon siestas and a finito to endless hours of watching television and a definite end to reading umpteen number of books and magazines which used to have an uncanny ability to gobble up all my daytime hours...
hmm...wonder why i used to crib so much then; when summer only meant guaranteed, un-interrupted laziness.
well, a classic case of grass being greener on the other side...
or to be more appropriate: mangoes being yummier in the other basket...
looking back on how the meaning of summer has changed over the years...
5years and below: summer dint mean a thing, basically because i dint really notice the big difference between summer and the other seasons.
or maybe i plain forgot.
5th year to 10th year: summer meant a long period of not having to go to school which meant no waking up early in the morning and not being forced to go to the torture zone called school.
summer instead meant going to madras; my granparents' place.
I used to face an acute language problem in the first week of getting there but by the end of the first week, I would have successfully trained all the kids on the block to speak in telugu[and the really stubborn ones would have atleast learnt to understand telugu if not speak the language]
it also meant getting a really bad tan and a really bad case of mouth-ulcers as a result of eating way too many mangoes.
10th year to 15th year: the time when summer looks all hunky dory till it actually starts...
used to love the run up to the start of summer, didn't even mind writing the friggin final exams too only because there was light at the end of the tunnel: summer hols!
but the light slowly used to turn into very very bright sunshine.
it was during this time that my interest span in about everything came down to the bare minimum. I used to carry loads of nancy drews with me for company but surprisingly the desperation to read nancy drew, hardy boys wasnt even half as much as it used to be during exams.
this trend continues till date, only that the nancy drews and hardy boys have been replaced by tom clancy and the ilk...
15th year to 20th year: it was during this time that i developed a definite aversion for summer and all that it brings with it with an exception of mangoes ofcourse. well, summer meant either landing up in chennai which was like a reflex action when summer came. or my cousins from everywhere would land up at my place. well, it used to be fun for the first few days and then the ritual visiting of tourist places and entertaining lil brats used not exactly fit into my definition of fun. and not to forget the sun burn...an inevitable part of summer!
20th year onwards: hmm...in that past few years summer has only meant work...and more work. summer brings with it internship which means no trips to chennai or no ritual trips to the tourist spots with visiting relatives. it also means no lazy afternoon siestas and a finito to endless hours of watching television and a definite end to reading umpteen number of books and magazines which used to have an uncanny ability to gobble up all my daytime hours...
hmm...wonder why i used to crib so much then; when summer only meant guaranteed, un-interrupted laziness.
well, a classic case of grass being greener on the other side...
or to be more appropriate: mangoes being yummier in the other basket...
posted by etoile at Tuesday, May 09, 2006
2 Comments:
@willfully: never got a more optimistic view of life...danks :P
and no tom clancy is not anything like beth. its a 'he'...lol!
and ur kannada 4 liner sure is impressive ;)
There is a season alight with its own strange shimmer.
Of misted sun, most tenderly warm.
People call it INDIAN SUMMER,
And it rivals the spring itself in its charm.
What say!
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