Saturday, November 05, 2005

Holidays? I'll pass, thanks

Have been giving this some serious thought, and have finally decided to declare it: I hate holidays. I've had this suspicion growing on me for quite some time now -- that I am that freak of nature, the hater of holidays, but this time, I just know it. Returned from one about a fortnight back, not even one of those three-month American style ones but actually just a week-long quickie, and am still reeling from it. As in feeling the after effects. It's not just being overfed sweets by loving relatives and para-tuto kakimas (which, incidentally, has increased my chances of acquiring diabetes by age 30 by 50 pc). It's not even being unable to get back to work in earnest after the teensiest break and being told that I need a fire lit under me. And it's definitely not because I love coming back to a dysfunctional city where the autowallas and I wage constant bloody war on the streets.

I hate holidays because they disrupt the quiet routine of my life. Those who know me well may be surprised to know I have a quiet routine in my life, but I do. I love getting out of office at 6 or thereabouts, quietly sauntering down to Blossoms to look for a cheap second hand Georgette Heyer or to Koshy's to meet a friend and bitch about work over two pots of tea, or heading to the circulating library near my house that stocks old, old copies of P G Wodehouse novels. On holidays, I can't do any of that. Although I never suspected this till now, I have realised that I am very much a creature of habit. All that talk about loving an unpredictable bohemian life is just so much bullshit. Like most of the stuff I had convinced myself I like in my impressionable youth.

I hate the fact that I can't check my mail during holidays, and can't catch up on the latest controversy to hit blogosphere. I hate missing out on the familiar and comforting phone conversations -- sometimes with the very people I am meeting on my holiday, like my mom. I find myself thinking nostalgically of fighting with my Kannada-speaking maid in the morning, whose only redeeming feature is she makes my tea just so. And if I miss Bangalore at all, it's because of the weather.

Sure, it's fun to meet up with friends in Cal and sneak out for a drink when you know mom-in-law will be asleep by the time you get back. And it's fun to go to Jamshedpur pujas and have terrible chilli chicken at the stalls. But is it worth missing one whole week of obsessive Minesweeper playing? Nah!

In short, I find holidays extremely upsetting and unsettling. Must be a sign of advancing age or something, but then how can that be? My parents used to be inveterate holidayers, packing themselves and the kids off to just about anywhere practically every vacation. One reason could be that any kind of travel, be it by air or train or road, has me convinced it's going to be my last. There must be a word to describe the kind of person I am -- I get sweaty palms at each landing and take-off, can see portents (sentimental ones) in every corner that convince me I'm going to die soon and generally behave in a very morbid, Isadora Wing-kind of way. I have even woken up people travelling with me at the dead of night to make them listen to the sounds made by a speeding train and figure out if it's making the kind of sounds a soon-to-be-derailed train would make.

But wait, there needs to be an amendment here. I wouldn't dislike holidays so much if all I had to do was sit at home and read and watch movies and check up on mail and blogs and everything. Just don't put me on an airplane. That's all I ask out of life, really.

14 Comments:

At November 07, 2005 9:18 AM, Blogger human bondage said...

now that u mention all the stuff abt holidays, i must say, that its the same here too ... it throws everything out of gear and takes up the whole of the next few weeks to get bak to business. And till that happens, i am at a loss... unable to comprehend why the clock isnt striking 11:30 pm, when its time to switch on All Out and close the doors so no one breaks my snoring rhythm

 
At November 07, 2005 12:20 PM, Blogger AB said...

So many things don't change... for example obsessing about minesweeper, nagging with autowallas (hey I thought it was only us Dilliwalas' privilege:)...and now I can see you are hooked onto georgette heyers. Yay!

As for me, after the 2-week long holiday, my system is revolting against the concept of sitting in front of the computer and going clickety clack:-(

 
At November 07, 2005 12:50 PM, Blogger Priya said...

Yes yes, thanks for speaking my mind too. I hate holidays too, specially these whirlwind kinds...which is almost always, when holidays r synonymous with Calcutta.
And post holidays, suddenly, work seems to be the most longed for activity in my routine, of course for all the reasons u've cited!! But, must add here, I seem to have turned lucky with the autowallahs, since returning from Cal!!
Onekdin jogajog hoyni, hope u are fine, otherwise. Let's keep in touch.

 
At November 07, 2005 3:08 PM, Anonymous neena said...

btw, in ref to your last line: 'Don't put me on an airplane'...
Well, that's all that poor sod from Cal said few moons ago when he was supposed to come down to Delhi to do that revamp..remember? and all that you ( i reiterate you) and i did were laugh our ass off... well..did you say every Bong has his day

 
At November 07, 2005 3:16 PM, Blogger The Wall Flower said...

well well well...With ref to your last line 'Don't put me on an airplane'... may i remind you that that poor sod from Cal who came down from Cal for our infamous revamp also said just this..'don't put me in an airplane...and if my memory serves right, all that you (i reiterate you) and I did were to laugh our ass off at that poor Bong's plight...
hmmm did someone say 'Every Bong has his day'?? laughing my ass off...

 
At November 07, 2005 10:37 PM, Blogger A fool on the hill said...

Teleportation is the answer to your grouse, frequent flier that you are!

 
At November 08, 2005 9:47 AM, Blogger Sheetal said...

Wanted to send you a small piece you might've liked to read, but your profile doesn't have a mail id...

 
At November 08, 2005 10:23 AM, Blogger Mridula said...

I love taking holidays to places where there is 24 hours broadband connection!

But if I give an honest reply I love trekking to places where there is not even power, let alone internet, once in a hwile.

 
At November 08, 2005 12:09 PM, Blogger acidrocks said...

Ah !!! now i know what is the problem, you need a computer . I guess you should buy a lap top which you can carry everywhere. Even if sometimes you are not hooked to the net, minesweeper should be there all the time. what say ??

 
At November 09, 2005 6:05 PM, Blogger The Marauder's Map said...

Bondage (sheesh, do you know that sounds really S&M?): At the rate you go traipsing all over the north Indian countryside, you expect me to believe you?

ab: You re-hooked me into Georgette Heyers. Before that, I was an intellectual person reading highbrow stuff like Proust and Kafka.

Priya: Lets. Watching any of the plays at RS?

Neenz: Ha ha, had totally forgotten about that dumbass. Thanks for reminding me, recurring thoughts of him will keep me amused for a day or two.

Fool: Beam me up, Scotty!

Sheetal: Pls to send at shrabonti@gmail.com

Mridula, acidrocks: Computer (check), broadband connection (check). Ok, now I know exactly what I need to make holidays less painful.

 
At November 09, 2005 10:13 PM, Blogger Jabberwock said...

Hey, can relate to a lot of stuff here - will give you details when I return (am in London, writing this on a moody computer in my maamu's attic!) Think I'm over-attached to quiet routines and comfort zones myself.

 
At November 11, 2005 4:20 AM, Blogger 4WD said...

Ok, i don't really have anything interesting to say. I actually like holidays. I long for them. So i can go far, travel. Maybe see a tiger.

But i'm plugging my new blog. look. http://fourwheelhigh.blogspot.com/

 
At November 11, 2005 11:36 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Speaking of youth hostels, anyone know what happened to Backpack Earth? I was getting ready to book my entire trip and the site is half down it looks way different. Anyone?

 
At December 03, 2005 12:13 AM, Blogger Sue said...

Oh wow! You read Georgette Heyer too! Must tell you, my mother refuses to concede that since I'll be getting her collection (she has the lot barring a couple) when she dies, she might as well gift them to me now... so I've begun getting my own collection together. Try out the quiz at www.georgette-heyer.com, if you haven't already.

 

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