An Unexpected Sojourn: Check!

The reason I am so fond of surprises is that they give you happiness when you are least expecting it.
Same goes for the bad ones. Just one blow and it's all over. No anticipations, no maatha-pacchi
Speaking of surprises, I had always wished for at least one such day in my life when someone would just pop out and say, "Hurry, pack your bags, we're going somewhere".

So my story starts thus:
One fine day I was waiting for a kick start to this semester, any clever or stupid thing, any kind of inspiration, but all in vain.
Just about when I was sure that seasons will change, but my life will stay the same; and confident that nothing interesting can happen this semester, I got a call from my brother, "Me and Maa-Papa will be with you in some time".
"Ha ha sure! What else?"
"Also pack up your things, we're taking you somewhere"
At that moment, it was easier for me to believe that my brother was getting a blue whale for me this Rakshabandhan than this.
And the mind wandered for the two hours, as I packed my things. Where would we go? Are they really coming, just like that? The heart started pumping.

Fast forward, and we were en route to a destination where I had the loveliest two days I had spent in a long time.
It was even more special because in between the love and laughter and togetherness, I realized that my whole family went out together after SIX LONG YEARS.
Of course we have been going to places in between also, but there was always a time when either my brother had his exams, or I couldn't come from college. So it has been either the three of them, Papa and my brother, and most of the times, it has been just me!
This very fact made the trip all the more special.

And here I am now. Back to college, with good memories to cherish, a war scar from another sibling war, and few happy pictures.
But there's a flaw that goes hand in hand with every good experience. It sometimes makes you feel  hollow when you remember it later on. Too bad! Now  it feels like this never happened. The sojourn now appears to be a distant dream...

So, this is how I checked another wish off my list. It was not much of a 'thrill and excitement' type experience, as I had expected it to be when I wrote it on my list, but doesn't matter. It was much better than that because it was family. Now who can beat THAT! :D
Call it a clan, call it a network, call it a tribe, call it a family. Whatever you call it, whoever you are, you need one. :D

Meet us. We're Nemo- Part 1

BOOM! CLAP!

The sound of my heart.
The beat goes on and on and on and on and...

And I wonder what kind of evil telepathy exists between the two of us, me and Joshi. It so happened this fine day that I sent her a song which, after lots of thinking, I had concluded to exactly fit tomorrow's adventure. Coincidentally, she had been listening to the same song for half an hour. It's not just this. It happens very often that we both would say the same thing at the same time, and we would always be thinking the same thing. We would understand code language even by the blink of an eye.
I mean to say we can read each other inside out. Well, almost. This is scary (and awkward) at times.
So, coming to the main thing.
What's going to happen tomorrow? We'll come to know.
Holidays, holidays. I never got enough of those after I came here. Even this Diwali, only 4. What would you do in 4 days? :'(
Reach home, say Hi! to your family and come back?
This is the only reason I had told my parents in clear words, that I won't be coming home for Diwali. I heard "Ok" in reply.
But Amma was too sad as she wanted me to come home.
Then only because she wanted me to, I thought I would give a little surprise to everyone. Well, I would not like to take all the credits to myself, as it was Anurag, who plotted the entire master plan, to which I added the surprise part.
And seeing me, my dear friend has also made one similar plan. One little thing to worry is that if I reach home like that, my parents might throw me out of the house, or worse, instead of them, I might get some surprise :P
But what's life without a little risk?
And tomorrow is the day. :P
The only trouble is. We both are too scared to go alone. I wish I could take her with me. But my reservation is for the worst time I could possibly get.
Actually, we had a plan where some of our friends would come and I'll be on way, to hopefully reach alive the next morning. I would have to wait for some 3 hours, with me and myself, and my boredom, and me. But my goody nicey classmates backed out. And now there's just the two of us.
(Actually I knew it and expected that there would be just two of us even before the plan was made. The  people in my college are THAT amazing and predictable)
See. Here I would want to make one thing very clear.
We are a little scared and worried NOT because we're cowards. BUT because we're Nemo.
But. We just have to reach home. Big deal? No!
Just 17 hours. And I'll be at familiar territory to be yelled at :P
I want to write sooooo much more.
This doesn't explain even a fraction of our story at the moment. But it's too late and I think I should sleep, and pack bags, maybe? Some warm clothes? It's going to be chilly and frosty and I'm going to undergo metamorphosis and transform and come out as a beautiful butterfly ice cream.

So this was basically an introduction and generation of "platform". My VAP mates would understand what I mean.
The actual thrill will be there in Part 2, which is going to be amazing, for sure :D
Heaven here I come :D
P.S. I like surprises a lot, you know that!