My vacations in Mumbai are full of comfort generally afforded only by the hip-hop junkies. Sorry, dear critics I cant be my usual humble self here. Something to do with the city air I guess. My mornings usually start at noon when my mom asks (sarcastically) “Son, Do you want breakfast or lunch?” Days are generally spent surfing web or reading a book in my balcony over looking the sea until the next meal magically arrives. Never realized Wi-Fi could be such an amazing tool to use at home too. Evenings are spent mindlessly roaming around a nearby park or gorging on vada pavs at some road side stalls, while dinners go by arguing with Dad regarding which channel to watch over a glass of wine.
This is what a perfect vacation could be like, something which will put life to a complete halt but just a while. You don’t have to introspect or do as some people say “find yourself”. It could be about sitting and doing things just because you like doing them. Something which is completely useless and crass like sitting in the park and waiting for two excessively chatting fat ladies trip over a tree’s exposed roots. Well that’s just an example. You can find something which suits your taste, but you do get the point, right?
I certainly don’t argue with the belief that faster the life, the more you get to see of it, but heck if you don’t stop once in a while who’s going to pick up the bits that were dropped behind. After all its these bits which add the glitter in the otherwise grey and competitive life.
