Bad beginnings
My first attempt at any kindof travel for travel's sake was in 6th grade. It was a school trip
to Vaigai dam and Kumbakkarai falls (near Madurai).
I grew up in Trichy, and in our family, we did not have this fundaa of taking vacations and doing touristy things. Most of our travel as a family would be to some temples in Kumbakonam/Chidambaram/Thiruvaiyaru etc. I used to enjoy these trips simply because they mostly meant a dip in the River-Cauvery (yes, Cauvery almost always had water back then).
In that context, i was looking forward to this school excursion like an excited kid (well, i was an excited kid, in reality, back then!!). I was supposed to be at a specific bus-stop at 6 am on a Saturday. It was Navraathri('Dasahara') time, and the previous night we were visiting families that had invited us for 'Golu'. When i got up the next day, it was around 6:30, and i saw mom, dad and sis still sleeping. I created a ruckus, everyone got up, I dressed up hurriedly, and dad took me to the bus-stop and someone said a school-bus had just passed. I was disappointed beyond words can tell. (i vividly remember the sequence of events and way i felt...i even remember what i was wearing...a marron and black shirt...and this was in 1988)...I ended up playing football in the school grounds that whole day...
to Vaigai dam and Kumbakkarai falls (near Madurai).
I grew up in Trichy, and in our family, we did not have this fundaa of taking vacations and doing touristy things. Most of our travel as a family would be to some temples in Kumbakonam/Chidambaram/Thiruvaiyaru etc. I used to enjoy these trips simply because they mostly meant a dip in the River-Cauvery (yes, Cauvery almost always had water back then).
In that context, i was looking forward to this school excursion like an excited kid (well, i was an excited kid, in reality, back then!!). I was supposed to be at a specific bus-stop at 6 am on a Saturday. It was Navraathri('Dasahara') time, and the previous night we were visiting families that had invited us for 'Golu'. When i got up the next day, it was around 6:30, and i saw mom, dad and sis still sleeping. I created a ruckus, everyone got up, I dressed up hurriedly, and dad took me to the bus-stop and someone said a school-bus had just passed. I was disappointed beyond words can tell. (i vividly remember the sequence of events and way i felt...i even remember what i was wearing...a marron and black shirt...and this was in 1988)...I ended up playing football in the school grounds that whole day...
posted by frissko at 1:17 AM
4 Comments:
hmmm - reminds me of a non trip from my child hood - except it was a out of town school friend who had invited me to spend the weekend and her house and then never turned up - i waited till 8PM (from abt 3PM)outside and had to be brought in kicking and screaming even then cz I simply sud not conceive she wouldnt come -thought she had been delayed and the people at my house were the meanies who wanted to malign my 'freind' and keep me from waiting ... something like that. i think it became a bit of theme, actually, now that i think of it
prerona,
hmmm...how long do u wait now before u give up on a 'friend'?:)..but 5 hrs is really long even for a kid to wait and actually hope that the person would turn up..u were some optimist...i think all kids are..and with age cynicism(i'd like to call it maturity) sets in..
:) ya - thin line between the 2
i've had some experiences like that too.....
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