So, what does the three-day trip to Jim Corbett mean to me? A much needed break from Delhi it was. Three days and nights of friends and fun tend to have it's implications on your philosophy as well. Basically it proves the real life is sad and evil ridden at it's extreme. Thus, these kind of picnics and holidays prove to be an escape. Or in other words living a fiction. Novels, films etc. are forms of intellectual escapes from the miseries of real world into a make-believe world, aren't they? Vacations let you indulge not only your intellect but also your body in fantasy. The veil of reality is too tempting to overcome. Yet, some does. Had it not been for such breaks, for sure, humanity would have turned complete insane long back! For those who overcome the veil, it is a bitter acceptance of state of nature. Then, there are others whose hope is rekindled. And maybe there are zillion other categories or none. In what do I belong?
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