Vacations, in my mind, the single most important deterrent to not growing up. Summer vacations are the most magical time of all in a child's life. They are the best part of school in my head. Whether you stay at home and roast in the sun cycling at top speed with your best friends, visit cooler climes in India or outside, take a long trip to your grandparents, they are definitely the time of the school year you look forward to the most. Unless, of course, your birthday comes during the summer holidays and you are disappointed with not celebrating it in school.
My vacations at my grandparents' house is the stuff of my most vivid memories probably because it was the most consistent one I took. It was inevitable that we landed up there for at least a month. I never really cared about cool vacations like going to someplace exotic. As long as I got out of my house, I was a happy child. The packing was always a bone of contention between my Mom and me. I would pile on all the games and books and toys I possibly could into my bags, leaving out essentials like my clothes and holiday homework or fight for a dedicated bag to carry all my hobby stuff. My mom who had to carry our bags onward and carry an even larger load ( filled with care packages) on the return journey rightly applied her veto power to ensure that I did nothing of the sort. Though, once my board game proved to be a propitious past time for the entire family. We were all addicted to Brainvita that summer.
Those were the days of limited cable television. Satellite dishes that towered over prosperous looking buildings alone. Junction boxes at the end of the street served the entire area. The couple who lived at the end of our street would shut off the power in their house when they went for their evening walks disrupting service to the populace in the vicinity. This was not the time of 24*7 programming. Rather one had to wait until 12 pm for the telecasts to begin. I ended up watching some old video tapes that had BBC series and Sesame Street and Mickey cartoons recorded on them. The high point of these videos was Mickey's Fantasia. The absolute low point was a scary vampire baby show. I definitely watched that show too early in my life.
In the hot afternoons when everyone was sleeping, I would build elaborate towns and cities of mud, stones and leaves. I laid out paths and roads and even a tiny swimming pool. I then even tried to divert a stream of ant traffic in this direction, but they were having none of it. Guava trees and custard apple trees were ones on which I attempted my tree climbing skills or I clung to the trunk of the coconut tree and counted how long I could hold on. I loved watering plants with my grandfather in the evenings and plucking curry leaves right off the tree for my grandmother.
The trips we planned are a whole story onto themselves. From a hydro electric power plant to a palace filled with artefacts to waterfalls, we covered the gamut of locations that lay in a four to six hour radius around us. We planned elaborate picnic lunches and breakfasts and packed the trunk with all sorts of travel paraphernalia before setting off. I still remember eating idlies with spicy chutney with the windmills on the side of the road whipping the wind through my hair and keeping an eye out for monkeys when eating by the waterfalls. I was initially terrified of wateefalls and their thudding waters especially the Coutralam falls. I later came to enjoy them so much more so much so that I refused to get out of an artificial waterfall that we had all to ourselves. It was almost like a head massage that puts you to sleep gently.I made a game of spotting the lion tailed macaque and making up stories about the palaces we saw.
It wasn't just all fun though. My holiday homework was always taken seriously. My grandad made me read Tamil stories aloud for practice, if not for him I would still be sounding Tamil out letter by letter. One of the more torturous assignments I had was writing out a diet chart of everything I ate that day.
These memories belong to a simpler time, not for the entire world like the cliche goes but just for me. When life was less complicated and the only question in my head when I woke up was what's for breakfast. I miss these vacations and vacations of all sorts. I wish I could have a second helping of them.
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