HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL THOSE WHO MOUSE IN... :)
Vacations are over and I’m sure happy, and feel like screaming from the rooftops.
Can’t even do that. ‘Cos my throats gone a long excursion into coarse, close, hoarse land!!! And all because I decided to enjoy myself, thoroughly during my trip to Goa, to usher in the New Year.
I know I always wonder why people make such a big event out of it…can’t u treat the day just like any other day. After all we Indians have hundreds of new years to celebrate. Now who am I to complain??
After all its just another day to party or be with the ones you love.
Its strange how, you see your friends from school and college, the ones you’ve played gilli danda, or lagori with, the ones who helped you through your first hangover, the same pals who sat through your late night presentations, just so that you’ll have company and wouldn’t fall asleep. They are the very same. They haven’t changed.
Yes they have, a wee bit!! They’ve married, added onto their cluster, and their headaches and sleepless nights. The kids are growing up to be a reflection of their very own selves.
The other day while we were all sitting at the table in the resort waiting for the “oh so slow” (its always like that in Goa) lunch to come to our table, my son remarked looking at my friends daughter “Ma! She looks just like A uncle, doesn’t she?” Yes she did, her mannerisms, her looks and her poise all resembled her father. That was hard for us to take, it brought a lump in our throats ( of course, I’m sure only us moms ). We had seen these very same guys talking through their hats flirting around college campus, walking around acting as if they were heroes. Now they are real heroes, to their children and seeing them in such soft roles, brings a warm smile.
I just read Tys post and it reminded me of this. Why can’t men be allowed to show their true feelings?
Surprisingly if we are close to any one, we don’t need to hide, and we can sense their every suppressed laugh, their hidden tears, the agony that they go through trying hard not to let the others see …Yes, we can see through them. But not because they are bad at hiding them, but because we love them and we care for them.
This trip was a journey for all of us. We have gone on so many trips taking our kids along. This one was different. Our kids are growing, and we see ourselves through them. We had time to spend with our friends, while the kids made their own days. They bonded with each other, gender be damned, and age be frowned upon.
We partied for them, with them and without them. In the end we walked away gingerly ( too much of dancing and drinking and blisters in our tired feet), with a smile on our terribly tanned, roasted faces, only knowing that the kids were happy, we had had a great holiday, relaxed, rested, danced, sang, and shouted ourselves hoarse.
Now that I’m back, its taken me a while to get back to normal routine. Still think, I’ll have to wait endlessly for the waiters to show up to take our food orders, and then when one does arrive, he’s so confused that he lands up mixing up the orders, the small details that we in our frenzied state have given him. But in the end we smile, cos the food is good ..(the food in Goa is always that, no doubts about that !slurrrrpp!!!!) and their ambience is even better , and more so their music puts you into a trance. (listen to the song below to know why?? )
And now I try to get back to my routine, kids , finished school projects ( as usual in a last minute frantic panic session) and then the regular doorbell routine… (the only thing missing is the "krupaya dhyan deejiye, platform number 4 per aanewali. gaadi......ting tong)
Boy!!! Am I sad to be back!!!!!
Can’t even do that. ‘Cos my throats gone a long excursion into coarse, close, hoarse land!!! And all because I decided to enjoy myself, thoroughly during my trip to Goa, to usher in the New Year.
I know I always wonder why people make such a big event out of it…can’t u treat the day just like any other day. After all we Indians have hundreds of new years to celebrate. Now who am I to complain??
After all its just another day to party or be with the ones you love.
Its strange how, you see your friends from school and college, the ones you’ve played gilli danda, or lagori with, the ones who helped you through your first hangover, the same pals who sat through your late night presentations, just so that you’ll have company and wouldn’t fall asleep. They are the very same. They haven’t changed.
Yes they have, a wee bit!! They’ve married, added onto their cluster, and their headaches and sleepless nights. The kids are growing up to be a reflection of their very own selves.
The other day while we were all sitting at the table in the resort waiting for the “oh so slow” (its always like that in Goa) lunch to come to our table, my son remarked looking at my friends daughter “Ma! She looks just like A uncle, doesn’t she?” Yes she did, her mannerisms, her looks and her poise all resembled her father. That was hard for us to take, it brought a lump in our throats ( of course, I’m sure only us moms ). We had seen these very same guys talking through their hats flirting around college campus, walking around acting as if they were heroes. Now they are real heroes, to their children and seeing them in such soft roles, brings a warm smile.
I just read Tys post and it reminded me of this. Why can’t men be allowed to show their true feelings?
Surprisingly if we are close to any one, we don’t need to hide, and we can sense their every suppressed laugh, their hidden tears, the agony that they go through trying hard not to let the others see …Yes, we can see through them. But not because they are bad at hiding them, but because we love them and we care for them.
This trip was a journey for all of us. We have gone on so many trips taking our kids along. This one was different. Our kids are growing, and we see ourselves through them. We had time to spend with our friends, while the kids made their own days. They bonded with each other, gender be damned, and age be frowned upon.
We partied for them, with them and without them. In the end we walked away gingerly ( too much of dancing and drinking and blisters in our tired feet), with a smile on our terribly tanned, roasted faces, only knowing that the kids were happy, we had had a great holiday, relaxed, rested, danced, sang, and shouted ourselves hoarse.
Now that I’m back, its taken me a while to get back to normal routine. Still think, I’ll have to wait endlessly for the waiters to show up to take our food orders, and then when one does arrive, he’s so confused that he lands up mixing up the orders, the small details that we in our frenzied state have given him. But in the end we smile, cos the food is good ..(the food in Goa is always that, no doubts about that !slurrrrpp!!!!) and their ambience is even better , and more so their music puts you into a trance. (listen to the song below to know why?? )
And now I try to get back to my routine, kids , finished school projects ( as usual in a last minute frantic panic session) and then the regular doorbell routine… (the only thing missing is the "krupaya dhyan deejiye, platform number 4 per aanewali. gaadi......ting tong)
Boy!!! Am I sad to be back!!!!!
