Holidays..hmm. I don't like them too much. I like the staying at home-no school-can do anything part of it. That's alright. But it's the going away bit I can't stand. I'm not one for traveling. With people. And movement. And schedules. And I don't like aeroplanes. Or is it airplanes? I forget... Trains are awesome though.
So anyway, it's that time of year again. We're leaving for Bangalore in 9 days and I am so not ready for this. My exam's aren't even over yet...I think this is the first cousin's-wedding I'll be attending (on the father's side ofcourse, since we made it to Roy's one last December). The reason we (Juls and I), don't seem too psyched about this, is because we're going to be the 'youngest' ones there. But the wedding and the parties are the least of our worries. Heck, we have each other so we'll survive. What I really do not like is the idea of spending the rest of the vacation in Mangalore. It's pretty and all, and we still get all the comforts of city life we're accustomed to, but come on! Just thinking about all the 'visits' we have to pay, to every single family in town, gives me a migraine. Plus my cheeks are already hurting from thinking about the number of kisses and squeezes I'm going to get for "growing up so fast!"
So anyway, it's that time of year again. We're leaving for Bangalore in 9 days and I am so not ready for this. My exam's aren't even over yet...I think this is the first cousin's-wedding I'll be attending (on the father's side ofcourse, since we made it to Roy's one last December). The reason we (Juls and I), don't seem too psyched about this, is because we're going to be the 'youngest' ones there. But the wedding and the parties are the least of our worries. Heck, we have each other so we'll survive. What I really do not like is the idea of spending the rest of the vacation in Mangalore. It's pretty and all, and we still get all the comforts of city life we're accustomed to, but come on! Just thinking about all the 'visits' we have to pay, to every single family in town, gives me a migraine. Plus my cheeks are already hurting from thinking about the number of kisses and squeezes I'm going to get for "growing up so fast!"
I'm in no mood to hear any cute tales from my childhood, or meet my mother's third cousin's sister's son's nephew thrice removed. Or get made fun of my 'accent'. The worst part is, Mangy's are obsessed about food, booze, food, music, food and weddings. Oh, did I mention food? We are forced to eat 15 different types of pork, chicken and mutton three times a day. And if we do make the mistake of saying something along the lines of:
"Oh, no thank you. I had a very heavy lunch. I'm really not hungry" ,
poor Mummy gets hauled into a conversation which starts with all or most of the following:
"Don't you feed your daughters?"
"Oh, no thank you. I had a very heavy lunch. I'm really not hungry" ,
poor Mummy gets hauled into a conversation which starts with all or most of the following:
"Don't you feed your daughters?"
"So skinny! And still so fussy over food!"
"Don't they eat Indian food in Dhubaey (I think they mean Dubai) ? Do they find it spicy?"
"Ah! Young girls these days! So figure-conscious!"
But I think the trips to India get bearable with each passing year. I think I've just grown tolerant to everything.
*sigh. 9 days left. I better start practicing my fake-polite smiles and bug-killing moves.
Whatever, at least they get better television there.
Oh yeah, I also don't like the rains.
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