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I miss summer vacations. Not just the concept, but the full-on, government-sanctioned bliss of doing nothing except sweating, snacking, and sleeping like a dehydrated lizard under the cooler.
Back in school, May meant the holy trinity of mangoes, mosquito bites, and mindless cartoon marathons. Now? May means targets, traffic, and typing “kindly find attached” while my soul slowly exits my body through my office chair.
When did summer lose its charm and become just another quarter? Where’s my two-month break where the most stressful decision was whether to bathe before lunch or never? I didn’t sign up for this adult scam where you get 15 casual leaves a year, 15?! That’s not a vacation, that’s a polite sneeze.
Childhood summer was peak luxury: waking up at noon, eating cold roti with mango pickle, and inventing Olympic-level games like “Who Can Lie Down The Longest?” You were either in Nani’s house, becoming one with the floor tiles, or being shipped off to summer camps where you learned random things like candle making and came back with zero life skills but 12 mosquito bites.
Now, the only camp I get is a Zoom workshop on “Effective Communication” where everyone smiles like hostages and I pretend to take notes while actually Googling “how to fake typhoid.”
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Also, let’s admit it, Gen Z is not built for this grind. We’re nostalgia addicts; we romanticise Campa Cola, ceiling fans, and the smell of gilli mitti (moistened dirt). We’re emotionally unequipped to handle Excel sheets in June, and I don’t want a performance review. I want to be scolded for not finishing my holiday homework and then cry dramatically during Dil Dosti Dance reruns.
So, to whoever decided that summer breaks should end with childhood, we need to talk. Give us a national policy. An adult summer vacation scheme. I promise we’ll even do project work. I’ll make a PowerPoint on “Types of Naps and Their Economic Value.”
Until then, I’ll sit in this oven-like Uber, watching kids in flip-flops buy Pepsi ice lollies, and silently weep into my overpriced cold brew.
Growing up is the biggest unpaid internship of all time.
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