Holiday Hangover....

It wasn’t a week past when we had come back from a refreshing holiday. It was stationed in the sun kissed hills of Greg, Karnataka. We all had a same feeling during the return—we all were refreshed, relaxed and rejuvenated, the three R's followed us after the vacation. But I what I felt after it , is a whole new context. I felt the dread of coming back to insane traffic, the dust filled roads, the potholes and earthmovers and the endless problems of the mundane life. They struck me in my face even as I drove in the city limits. The blissful feeling of silence and peace that had surrounded me and lightened my mood for weeks were now being replaced by a bad companionship and this was not my likelihood. I was gradually being filled with anxiety as I heard the metal clangs of the metro road and the construction industry penetrating into the deep Earth.

I was perplexed as I didn’t face this the first time and I have an—“ Get ready, the nature give hell” attitude. I did what any other person would have done . I searched through the net for an answer, the digital outlook. Millions of twinkling answers popped up on the screen. I came to know I was going through 'holiday hangover' and I was glad I was not alone. I went to find answers from Dr. Internet . The solution was to get a new hobby or that I meditate.Some sites referred that I should plan for another holiday which would give me something to look forward to , but my purse didn’t allow that . None of these ideas appealed to me . I told my colleague that I was going through a holiday hangover. They got amused . But they saw it was serious. One of them, reminded me of the time when our parents couldn’t afford one vacation a year and how contended we used to be. Boredom is a part of life . No digital device can make us satisfied. I had to raise my eyebrows quizzically. It was hard to find an answer through. He explained, boredom is temporary. We don’t privilege what we have. We are not contended. We have surrounded us with gadgets , colours and social media that makes it dull. We feel empty without them .

That evening I went home and made ourselvesa steaming cup of tea, pulled the chair to balcony and switched off the phone. I felt an irresistible itch to run back. But I knew , I would eventually enjoy the light , the feeling of being wrapped among the nature would suppress the symptoms, the symptoms of getting away from the tiring dance of the social acceptance.

Sometimes you need to accept boredom to feel excitement.