That Old Summer Feeling

I’m getting That Old Summer Feeling. The one I used to get when I was a kid and the only responsibility I had was to get everyone ‘out’ in lock-and-key. The feeling that I used to get when the summer vacations would begin and I would go down to play (note: everyone went ‘down’ to play even if they lived on the ground floor.) knowing that for the next month and a half, it would be just playing and trying to remember to wear my cap when I went out.

That Old Summer Feeling is nothing but feeling free, relaxed and possibly a little tanned. The reason I bring it up is because I just felt it again after a long long time. You see, as the years go by you feel this feeling less and less. The more tangled you get in your work and life, the summer slowly loses its charm and becomes just another season, without that hidden possibility of unbridled joy that it used to hold.

That Old Summer Feeling is about wearing cotton clothes all the time and still feeling itchy and hot. It’s about getting summer haircuts. It's about not stereotyping girls with a boy cut hairstyle as lesbians because everyone realises it’s just too hot to have long hair. It’s about developing prickly heat rashes (scientific term: Ghamori) and still getting by comfortably with just a nice cold bath. It’s about having mango juice trickle down your arm as you eat it like the greedy bastard that you are.

That Old Summer Feeling is about using the A/C so much that you’re name is put fifth on the top five reasons for the depletion of the ozone layer. It’s about walking in from the burning heat and having ice cold water; and then falling seriously ill. It’s about turning the fan on speed ‘5’ and then looking at it wobble dangerously and praying that it doesn’t fall. It’s about hating powercuts.

That Old Summer Feeling is about sweating so much that your shirt is actually a major salt water body, comparable to the Indian Ocean. It’s about running out of deodorants first and clothes second. It’s about flapping your shirt to cool off. It’s about wishing you could pant like a dog to beat the heat without it being socially awkward. It’s about having loads of rooh-afzaa and thinking you’re Dracula.

That Old Summer Feeling is back again and I want to enjoy it while it lasts.