Once you’re back from vacation, you experience what is known as a post vacation hangover – something similar to a post party hangover – party’s over and clean up begins!! From a tropical paradise we landed in good old Portland where we received a typical northwestern welcome – RAIN!! We came back to a cold apartment with a dusty carpet and an empty refrigerator and not to forget loads and loads of laundry. In India, you may have the luxury of dumping it on your maid or your house help but we are simply not that lucky!! But no matter where you live, one thing you or your spouse cannot dump on anyone else is uploading photos or videos!! Between you and your spouse, I guess the responsibility is on the one with a more eager set of family or friends! In my case, it squarely falls on my shoulders to upload and share the photos with friends and family! In the matter of sharing photos, most people can be grouped into three categories. Some people have cameras with massive black holes i.e. pictures taken in them never see the light of the day! Some people just can’t relax until they’ve uploaded all the pictures, sequenced and organized them, captioned them and shared them on every social networking site!! Some others upload all their pictures but forget to rotate them or leave you to figure out the captions or decide which ones are the best!! :-) Where do you belong?
Anyway, today I read a book titled “Pictures from our vacation” by Lynne Rae Perkins. Awarded the Newberry medal, this book is best suited for slightly older kids who are able to relate to the bitter-sweet memories of a family vacation. Narrated in first person, this story is from a kid’s perspective of a family vacation planned by her parents. On a vacation to the family farm, a young girl and boy are given a Polaroid camera to capture the vacation’s best moments and keep them as souvenirs. The long journey by road proves to be boring with nothing to do except look out of the window. But thanks to their cameras, they keep themselves busy by taking pictures of the hills, trucks, and signposts that they come across on the way. On reaching their destination, their father gets nostalgic about the farm house and the fun moments he spent there as a child, but all they could see was the old and dusty furniture. To cheer them up, he takes them to play badminton outside. Before they could straighten the old and bent rackets, it begins to rain and the rain doesn’t stop. So in many ways, the vacation at the old farm house does not go as expected but is marred by bad weather, loss of way, and doing uninteresting things like attending memorial service with strangers supposed to be distant relatives. When it’s time for them to leave, they look at their pictures and wonder if the pictures remind them of their vacation at all as none of them are of people but only pictures of hills, passing trucks, signposts and bent rackets, etc. But then the young girl admits that it is hard to take a picture of a story someone tells, or the feeling of getting wet in rain or sleeping in a house full of relatives you’ve met for the first time . Those are the pictures are to be stored in the camera of the mind!! So while the pictures may simply reveal one of the best beaches, or spectacular waterfalls, or breathtaking overlooks, or one of the most beautiful sunsets ever witnessed, they also remind you of the tedious drives, exhausting hikes and petty arguments you’ve had to make those pictures happen:-)
Divya,
ReplyDeleteGood account of your vacation and the after effects of it on your return to HQ. We rather I belong to the first category of people not able to share with others the snaps taken during vacation or outing unlike you people, always sharing them with others. I am amazed to read the kind of responses you have received in face book. Worth the trouble taken in arranging them methodically with description/captions etc.
Regarding the book you have read and mentioned, I hope Achhu's experience will not be like the one you have narrated, after visiting our Farm/ house after nearly two years.
kedlapurandar
Hey appa!!
ReplyDeleteTrust me....Abhay will never feel that way!! Though....I could relate to that feeling from my childhood visits to you know where!! Thank God for Shristi now!! :-)