Going Home, Hating Mondays

In school, the holidays always started on the last day of the exam. We used to have the exam in the morning and by the time it was over, the campus was crowded with parents to take their boys home. If you were there in the hall till the end of the exam, you could hear the parents greeting their children or calling out loud a last minute instruction before they leave for home. It was tough seating there and revising your answers or even finishing the unanswered ones with the event of going home so close at hand. Naturally, the last exam was always a bit messed up. Things were a bit different in college since by then students went home on their own and no parents were to be seen (except for a few cases and those students inevitably were labeled as grown-up-looking kids). Still, you couldn’t miss the going-home-excitement in the air. Given the background, you can easily sense the thrill of going home after one and a half years, that too for the first time after coming to a place 7998 miles away from the home town. That’s something you feel just once in your life time. However, the sad part is that I booked my ticket quite late and all the people I know, have already left or will be leaving soon for India. Though it’s worth the wait, it’s kind of frustrating to watch people leave while you are stuck. Like the last exam in school, I don’t feel like working in these last two weeks before I fly home. Unfortunately, people in my research group aren’t going home. They got work for me. How sad :( It makes the Monday even more wearisome, even more unwelcome than a regular Monday. I will hate to wake up tomorrow morning.