THE HOLIDAY
HOLIDAYS
The most suspicious word in the whole world.
what's a holiday?
it's a suspicion from childhood. how can we say that a day we spend doing nothing is a holiday?
but as all say, Sunday is the most accepted weekly holiday.
which means, a sunny day (not always) which is fully loaded with the weekdays work.
i.e whatever you have left between the weekdays, you have to do on sundays and mostly like an employee whom no one gonna pay.
it,s a typical system of world. where everyone (who works) is waiting for sundays. because we all are lazy (at some point). we have 30 days of month then why don't we give every day a different name , which will benefits us psychologically and we will not wait for sundays or the weekends.
Even the kinder garden kids waits for sundays.
The most suspicious word in the whole world.
what's a holiday?
it's a suspicion from childhood. how can we say that a day we spend doing nothing is a holiday?
but as all say, Sunday is the most accepted weekly holiday.
which means, a sunny day (not always) which is fully loaded with the weekdays work.
i.e whatever you have left between the weekdays, you have to do on sundays and mostly like an employee whom no one gonna pay.
it,s a typical system of world. where everyone (who works) is waiting for sundays. because we all are lazy (at some point). we have 30 days of month then why don't we give every day a different name , which will benefits us psychologically and we will not wait for sundays or the weekends.
Even the kinder garden kids waits for sundays.
so basically, Hmare yahan na chhuttiyon ka mausam aata hai, from the 1st of Jan. to the 25th of Dec.
We celebrate seasons of holidays and we compare(or remined ourself) the last year of that particular season. Achha maine ye kiya tha last year chalo is bar kuchh different try karte hai. And somehow this is the reason ki hum khud ko dusron se jyada experienced samjhte hai.
khair chhuttiyan aati-jaati hai aur hum manaate(celebrate) jaate hai. Aur kabhi-kabhi itna manaate hai ki hum weak ho jate hai, both physically and financially. Par aadat hai, shayad jaate-jaate phir laut aayegi. But kuchh bhi kaho chhuttiyon ka asli maza to bachpan me hi aata tha; like
WO BACHPAN NIDARR THA, JAB SAB BEKHABAR THA ....
AB SAB KI KHABAR HAI, AUR THODA SA DARR HAI
Par kahin na kahin dil ke kisi kone me wo chhuttiyon wali feeling har roz aati hai jab hum Mushkurate hai, hanste hai, khelte hai with the person we love either they are our parents, friends or someone special and we care about them the most.
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