Everyone hates summer..it's one heck of a whore which manhandles you leaving you weighed down to ground sultry,the t-shirt sticking on to your body,all drenched in sweat,the sun shining and glazing at you sucking every remainder quantum of energy..and here at kerala,the kseb flaring up the heat with its powercut once in every hour..water shortage with an increased water requirement is a paradigm of this period.. With all those fingers crossed for at least a drizzling,there would be rain by the middle of the summer,emanating the fragrance of the fresh soil..
But for various reasons,i love summer..
Not the heat,
Not the mugginess..
Not the powercut..
But there was a time when i longed hard for the advent of summer..school days..and my summer vaccations..
It used to be like i live the whole year just for these 2 months of vaccation..The time when all we had to do was play play and play..well of course,the deep unperturbed slumber till about 9am..
With all those queer timings of my school which chose to synchronise with its north Indian peers,i always had to leave by 6.30,and so sleep was a valuable and rare commodity..
Mine being the ancestoral home,almost all of my cousins would report on time for the blast..Those were the days when i played cricket,I being one of those species close to extinction with the males dominating the numbers, i had no other way but to resort to these stupid outdoor games,stupid coz it woos me not anymore..
Thinking of summer,i'm reminded of mangoes,cards,carroms,and yeah multiplication tables!!Uh-huh!!that was the most vexating part..caligraphy and learning multiplication tables were madatory among the time pass when i was a kid..i used to try different ways to evade them,including trying to sleep before dad gets back from office,but i was always a bad fugitive..
Projects were the next pricks..We used to have class for a month during april and then left for the vaccations so that we don't essentially waste it out playing some crappy games,but utilise it effectively by doing the 'important' home works and projects to be submitted duely on reopening..Afterall who cares!
Summers remind me of my grandma's death..which i couldnt really mourn for at that time when the reality failed to sink in..
It reminds me of 3 birthdays,mine,my bro's and a cousins..Everything a party in itself..
The picnics we had to umpteen places with a batallion of my family,aunts,uncles,cousins..
Summers bring up a gust of emotions and a gush of memories..sweet,sour,as well as bitter..
But even contemplating my eventful past on this dogs day,i swear at it,at the heat,at the sultriness when i had just bathed for about the 3rd time right now..