There is nothing and absolutely nothing like home coming…..For a once homely girl like me,it was very difficult to get out of that comfort zone and try to fit into the world out of home…But i had to someday. So i had to make my own ways after graduating….Not that i was forced to but by choice. It’s now almost 7-8 yrs( I know it’s not too much but it sure feels like forever to me) that m away from home,staying apart from my family….trying to do my best in the corporate race.

Well that apart,i have had some lovely lovely times at home which include my childhood, my teenage life, and as an adult too….all mixed with all sorts of drama happening at every stage of life with me and the people changing with time..with situations…with people….with age.

I almost vividly remember the times all my cousins would drop in for the summer holidays. It meant our parents were supposed to gear up for some more complaints from the neighbors…more mess…more fun!! We were a gang of around 8-9 criminals,if i can appropriately name us,literally!  And We had this very soft corner for stolen stuff ( lol) and we were all game for it almost anytime. And what would we steal–mangoes from others farms !!

We had a concrete plan to do it too 🙂 wake up early in the morning when the watchman is not on guard at the farm and get done with our mission. And,yes we folks never got up late during holidays. Cuz  a lot would be missed then.so we had this gang of boys n gals which includes 2 of our friends…one stayed right next to my home and de other a few blocks away. We used to get up at 5.30 early morning believe it or not…Then my bro starts calling up and waking all de other partners in crime one by one. So we all gather near our home and leave on our destination with all the nonsense talks…n teasing and fighting about whose’s school was better n our crushes ( Yes we did have crushes in school ).

Hmmm so after a while we are staring in front of this huge farm watching in awe and with mangoes in everyone’s eyes….Huge one’s this farm had and without a gate or a compound to it….But just a watchman at the far end of the farm.And my cousin brother was the only one who was an expert in climbing trees for this mission….we could all climb like just one branch up that’s it 😛 ( Losers i know) .Yeah, so we other folks spread around and look for whichever tree has the best of mangoes and call out for him to pluck em down. We all would stand down with our hands spread or the boys with their T-shirt spread to hold em. We covered some trees and there was one final go when we hear a faint sound like someone is shouting….And what do we see….in the far distant the watchman is F!@#$g coming after us.we telll my cousin to hurry up and drop as many as possible. Well ,what we dint see was the watchman’s dog comin from the other end !! Gosh major trouble there u see.. We all run for our lives helter-skelter anywhere (But with the mangoes !) and end up hiding behind the compound of a house nearby…. We were peeping from there with out little heads shown up and we see our brave Cousin still standing tall on the tree….And with the dog barking right below him !! Plus the watchman showering all de foul language in the world.

We all escaped from there asap thinking the watchman had seen us and would soon come after us. And we reach home all panting and gasping for air….our parents knew we had once again done one of our stints. We told em the whole story. we were about to leave with our dad to rescue my cousin when we see my cousin walking back home…fuming with anger. For a moment we all just sat quiet in the porch without saying a word…slowly making eye contact with him…and suddenly we all burst into laughter !!

Well this is just an instance of insanity though…Cuz my life is filled with crazy people and events.

So this i show I jiyo life and those are the most memorable days for me… And i don’t have to go on expensive trips to make life interesting and better. Moments like these and more give u more pleasure and add more meaning to life..So even now when i go back home we talk about bygone days over a cuppa coffee and it’s just an instant connection to all those memories all over again. I don’t have to be any other place to enjoy myself but at home with my family n friends.

It’s about having one life.It’s about makin gthe most of it.Every minute,every second. It’s about living it with the people, the only ones who really matter-family and friends. Are you having a jiyo life ? Have you ever had a memorable Jiyo Life moment?