Last Monday, it was about 6 o’clock in the morning. My mom’s voice struck on my eardrums and I came out of the beautiful dream I was having. I removed the blanket from my face and with still half-awakened eyes, I could see my parents and di sitting in my bedroom and a hot tea cup was waiting for me to grab it. Thats the usual ritual in my home how we start our day. And sometimes just for a change neither me, nor my tea cup minds if I haven’t brushed my teeth 
. I removed the curtains from the window behind me and light through the windows forced my eyes to close momentarily. The sun was not visible among the gray clouds, but everything was brightened up in white. The previous night when I had reached my home, it was raining heavily and it was still drizzling outside. The trees, plants and grass were reflecting green light more than usual as if they all were feeling fresh after taking a bathe. The thick white smoke of fog was moving upwards to the mountain top, uncovering behind it the green mountains, as if the mountains were too removing the blanket from over its body. The freshness and cleanliness of the whole surrounding was a feast to the eyes as if someone had washed up all the dust from a glass covered scenery. Some morning birds were adding music to the ears as if they were celebrating their day off due to continuous rain. Everything seemed like a suspended animation. I was still trying to inhale all of this beauty in, when a cold breeze struck me hard on my face and a shiver made me hold my blanket more tightly around me and have my first sip of hot tea. And I thanked my mom for waking me up from my dream to realize that a more beautiful dream world was waiting outside for me.
It had been more than a year since I had spent a week long vacations & doing almost nothing, at home. And especially, its been really really long time since I have spent time at home around ‘this time of the year’. And you even value this more, when you have come home from a place called Delhi after spending May and June there. And the bonus of ‘this time of the year’ is the king of fruits – Mango. Not sure how many of you would have actually tasted those small-sized-mangoes which only consist of juicy fibrous seed, without any significant pulp and you can have the full seed inside your mouth in one go. The number doesn’t count, only heaps do count. Its like we turn into a mango-seed-churning machines ! Not even Alphonso can match their taste for me !
To have icing on the cake, there was a day’s trip to Shimla as well. Since I can remember from my childhood days, Shimla has been the regular ‘picnic spot’ for my family. Hardly there had been any vacations when I haven’t visited to Shimla. And still everytime I go to this place, I fall in love with this place all over again. Its not that its the most beautiful place I have ever been to but its just that I have got connected somewhere to this place. It rained heavily the moment we reached there and though I was cursing myself why I didn’t come atleast in full sleeves shirt, but I was enjoying every single shiver going through my body. Overall a day well spent !
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One more activity, which I enjoy at home is ‘TV-Channel-Surfing’. Its mostly my mom who rules the prime time and its been since the days of ‘Kasauti …’ and ‘Kyunki …‘ that I have to bear this all. At one point of time I had a good account of how many marriages did Prerna had in that serial 
. But this time I was glad that finally mom has said bidaai to her favourite serial ‘Bidaai’ and now she is more interested in ‘Do Hanso Ka Joda’. I was amazed that mom had changed her taste to National Geographic Channel. But all this proved to be a mere illusion when I found out that this was nothing but some far relatives of Ekta Kapoor had rechristened ‘Humans’ to ‘Hans’. But anyways a little of sentiments with mom always work and soon I had the full control of TV remote, all at my discretion.
Talking about World Cup football, its like George Bush’s famous quip, “Either you are with us. Or you are against us.” You can love football or you can hate football, but certainly you can’t ignore it ! And being a great fan of Gandhiji and his philosophy, I decided to love rather than hate this game. My hostel friends better know how I had been transformed from not-even-the-12th-player of the football team to the one who played in their team in our final year – for others it may sound childish but for me it was an achievement ! Watched the quarter final games, was a bit sad after Messi-Maradona combination couldn’t even put a fight against Germans and also when Ghana couldn’t convert the penalty in the dying moments. And somewhere I realized that me too was started developing those characteristics of ‘Frivolous Football Fanatics’ [ as per the classification given by my dear friend Mr. Mohneet Singh Ahuja ] like screaming ‘Goooaaaaalllllllllll’ everytime I sensed that there could have been a potential goal. Watched Wimbledon too, but it was a bit boring without Federer there !
But the most interesting thing was – like Colombus ended up in America accidentally, me too ended up with a serial named ‘Mahi Way‘ on sony while surfing all the channels. I guess its already finished but I saw its repeat telecast every morning. Simply loved the attitude of Mahi – the female protagonist in the serial. She knows exactly what she has, what she has not, what she wants and what she can have. The best thing about her is that although she hardly succeeds in her attempts to fulfill her dreams, almost everyone around her teases her except her two-three good buddies but she never seems like a frustrated or a sad-soul-kind of person. She enjoys whatever she is blessed with and always keeps her spirits high. For her, a piece of GulabJamun can offer more pleasure than anything else on this planet despite knowing that it will only add to her tires on her waist. Her dialogues and thoughts has always that sense of ‘wanting-something’ but still they never turn into ‘frustated-statements’. In short a total bindass and adorable character !
Thats how I spent my last week. I wish if I could have stayed up at my home for always. May be I can sell some fruits and vegetables for my living ! But for the time being I am back in Delhi again and was relaxed to know that finally heavens have opened up here as well. Sitting in my balcony, watching the farms and trees of Pusa Agriculture Institute, listening to the sound of rain, enjoying ‘garam pakoras’ and updating my blog – indeed a pure bliss !
