Mouthpiece

Just three days into my holidays, and whoa i’m changed! It’s like a slide in a water-park, except that it’s reversed (from the dark depths of MBBS-1 i’ve ascended to the glorious heights of holidaying at home. Gravity defying!)

The mantra at home is – spoil yourself and take pride in that. Like i sleep for 12 hours nowadays(i’m covering for the lack of sleep during exams), i’m eating like The Hulk(again, i was almost starving all year in Maharashtra); i read a giant novel all day(my vocab is shrinking and it needs a fix, that’s why) and yeah, i do NO outdoor physical activity whatsoever(doctors also need some rest).

But since we’re Sharmas, itna toh chalta hai yaar. Rishi Kapoor once said, ” Kapoor family is like a bunch of little elephants, cuddly and fatty”. Ditto us. Ketan has grown into a full Giant(the ones you see in Harry Potters) now, though of course he refuses to acknowledge. He’s outgrown even my clothes. So what if i’ve started inflating again? Main uska bada bhai hoon.

I want to learn guitar, but no tutor would accept me because of my short-duration in Ambala. And despite his repeated requests, i won’t learn it from my brother(for some BIG reasons – he doesn’t know it himself, and because in turn he wants me to do a lot of his school work). Nowadays, i’m also serving as guinae pig to mummy’s cooking experiments(she’s taken a fortinght off from office). Though, i must admit this part is enjoyable in parts.

Perhaps, this is how i wanted life to be afterall! Sitting and doing nothing. Eternal bliss!