OUT ON VACATION (No Offence)

Half of the year has passed dragging myself along with the mind-numbing schedule. I could seriously feel my subconscious mind sending clips of beaches and hills, and lakes, and exotic food, and drinks, and music, and colors, and fresh air…….

‘Get your head back!’ I slapped my shoulder.

‘I NEED A BREAK!!’ (I hope my boss reads it). And not just a weekend getaway, I need one serious long trip that can rescue me from the abysmal routine. I can’t drag my legs on the hands of the clock for another six months, if I don’t get to charge my batteries for at least a 15- day escape. I want to sleep late, wake up around afternoon, hangout in my PJs for the rest of the day, eat without fearing calories, and forget about the concept of gym. God! Send me to a place where there’s no phone network, so that none of my office people could track me down.

The last statement that I made must have offended a lot of people, especially the teenage lot who could kill for Wifi password, and also a bunch of social media bugs who have to update their status in like every ten seconds. Sorry guys, your idea of vacation does not match mine. I guess yours is the cheapest kind of holiday. All that you’d need is a toilet and unlimited access to the internet… and you’re all set to relax.

Mine, on the other hand, is an expensive and money splurging break. Take me to a beautiful property (a five-star would be perfect), give me free vouchers of spa, bar, cafeteria and loads of exotic food in my chamber… and I’m all done for the next fortnight.

Now, I feel I offended another bunch of adventure seekers. Sorry guys, but I’m not the thrill-seeker kinds. But yes, you could send me all the beautiful pics of nature and unexplored corners of the earth. I would love some eye catching wall papers on my desktop. But I could seriously consider the lovely weather on the hilltop, cloudy and misty everywhere. Well, I could add it up in my never-ending list of a perfect holiday.

Oops, did I miss the party animals now? My apologies. Well, as I’ve already added the free access to the bar with exotic spirits and great food. So I guess I have cleared the chit to some extent. I feel no holiday can be more relaxing if we don’t find great food to satisfy our palate. (This reminds me to block my dietician for a while till my next blog is out.) I could join the parties once a while when I’m too drunk to find the blaring music disturbing and too crazy to realize how late it is. It’s a done deal then. (*thumbs up emoji*)  

I admit that after a couple of days I would miss my kids and my dog. They could come along and occupy a separate room. We can join for a movie, or food or a nice hangout in a cafeteria once a while. Don’t worry dear hubby, you’re there too. I know we share the same taste. But never ever try to drag me out from my room and take me to explore the place. (If it’s a beach, then I don’t mind at all.)

I wonder why ladies are so criticized for shopping like a maniac. As I’ve mentioned earlier, the place that I love to have a vacation in is remote, secluded, with a great property and food and all other luxuries. Why would someone leave it and wander around for a bunch of rags and jewels? Well, a few trips to gift shop would not scratch my heels. But I’m not buying anyone gifts. Kindly, understand that my vacation is already leaping out from my budget. I can’t afford to be Santa Claus during the mid of the year just because I chose to take a break from my awful routine.

I hope I’ve not missed out any luxurious detail to my ideal holiday. Although my friends and relatives would be greatly offended for not including them in all this, but guys, it’s not a thanksgiving speech. It’s just a bunch of ideas to spend my long awaited break away from the lousy life that we’d all made voluntarily. You all can spend your time the way you like. Kindly don’t feel obligated to others for making plans for you. Go for your dreams and live your life the way you want.

Of course we need loads of money for this, especially if your dream matches mine. That’s why we work our asses off throughout the year, so that we could take a vacation for 15 days at least once a year.