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Posted on: May 10, '08

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My fourteen year old daughter is never friendly with her text books. Asked any question from her History, Geography or Science syllabi, she is sure to answer correctly on her third attempt, the first two being grossly wayward. The same girl, when on a tour to a hill station, spontaneously rattles the changes in atmospheric or climatic conditions. Or taken to a historical pilgrimage, she is all eloquent about the deeds of Ashoka or Buddha or some Great else, her studies finding a metamorphic form through the practical experience.

My wife, a housewife, seems a different person altogether on tours. She no longer is the brooding mother greying her hairs over her daughter’s studies; unlike at home - fighting her losing battle against calories, she is so eager to test out the new cuisines available on offer; leaving behind her patented sari or at best the salwar-kurta, she is more than willing to try out the local outfits. She actually is storing her ration of refreshness to last her till the next tour.

I am what my surroundings mould me to be. My toils on my office desk yield results, but not always favourable. As much I have to dog my subordinates, I get some in return from my bosses too. Days go by, and my battery-leads gather oxide increasingly. The evenings become irritatingly routine, offering little intellectual respite. I turn to the idiot box. The leaders I have collectively chosen to rule on my behalf cry hoarse to make me comprehend how dangerous a particular clan of people are; or how this another sect hates me as my forefathers supposedly exploited and tortured them; or how I am looked upon by the underprivileged poor because of my governmental job. I must understand I don’t understand my welfare, they say, and I lose all patience.

I can take it no more, and having packed my baggage, I flee from the daily din and drudgery. The place I visit is predominantly populated by people belonging to a religion other than mine. I face no hatred; they shower all the help and hospitality for my ill daughter and my family. I never feel out of home, let alone endangered. The place may be thick with people of another sect – I never feel the urge or need to know. They are the same people as me, may be speaking a different language, living life differently, but sharing the same emotions and needs as mine. I am reassured that they are my fellow citizens, my brethren, and bear absolutely no resemblance to the demons they are depicted to be by the political fortune hunters. May be, they too feel that I am not an alien ready to bring them harm at the first opportunity. Me and my family quench the thirst we have been bearing since the last tour with the beauty of the places, the people, the culture, and what not.

There is the odd cabbie who literally takes me for a ride, and figuratively too, but he is an exception, I do not mind. My mind, by the end of the tour, is too refreshed to notice such trifles, or feel the pinch.

Tourism to me is all of the above. The responsiveness of my daughter, to test-check her studies, delights me. The glitter in the eyes of my wife lifts my spirits. The joy is generic. Tourism, to me, is the renewal of my bonds – with my country, my family and myself.

What about you ?

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sazzyme said:
oh wow! stark truth, nuthing but truth...
get away from the daily grind and come back rejuvenated ...ready to tackle more daily grind!!!

variety is the spice of life??

heres my stark truth..my kids are young-therefore jeez! no matter where we manage to go tis quite a hassle..ya know the typical -hubby and i might be at the immigration when dotty decides to sprint right into baggage area or my son might be lured away by something that caught his atten: and of course hubby blames me and i blame him..nice start for a vacation and then worse of worst,the little ones catch a cold,or something they ate doesnt agree with them..jeeeeeez!
so every vacation for us right now starts with a plea to God,plz....no rude awakenings..just plain fun :D

five stars for ur write up dude!!

May 11, '08

sriangood said:
Its the routinee that gets you/ anyone. Humans by their very nature look for novelty.

I am of the opinion that the present society by its economic compulsions arrange for tunneled novelty ....every one is not satisfied by it.

Your daughter and wife are fine examples of humanity looking for new experiences. You must understand that and nurture their appetite for new experiences.

May 10, '08

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