Not being employed currently (a totally voluntary decision btw), I have a lot of time on my hands. To quote a number of fed up family members, “har din Sunday hai iske liye”. But I beg to differ. Even for someone who sometimes loses track of what day of the week it is, there is something in the air when it’s a Sunday.
Waking up in the morning, one knows it’s a Sunday when…
- When there are no annoying school buses on the road at 7 am honking away in front of buildings calling out to children (when they really would rather not).
- When you wake up at 7.30 am and find that everyone else in the house is still asleep (I know, just my luck to be the first up on a Sunday!)
- When the newspaper dropped inside the door is about 3 inches thicker than the usual and has several glossy and shiny sides to it.
- When you see elders in the house lounging around in their pj’s till 9 or 10 in the morning without a care in the world.
- When at 8.30 in the morning there is that very strong very particular smell of tea being brewed (on most other days people are in such a hurry that you really can’t smell the tea before it’s gulped down accompanied by a burning tongue and watering eyes.
- When everyone in the house plants themselves behind a newspaper for at least 15 mins in the morning and all that can be heard is the rustling of paper and the slurping of tea!
- When the phone doesn’t ring at all till much later in the day (and by that I mean at least after 9 am) as opposed to the infernal 7 in the morning.
- When more than a cup of tea can be had within a space of 30 mins and no one minds it (“Sunday hai yaar”).
- When breakfast is a leisurely event (followed by an even more leisurely lunch)!
- When a siesta post lunch is considered normal, expected even.
- When the number of random visitors is the highest in the week.
- When there is either Hum aapke hain kaun or Main pyar kiya or Hum saath saath hain on television (believe me, every Sunday!).
- When there are inane tv show marathons on all channels feeding the appetite of those unfortunate who can’t keep up with bahu no 4 on channel no 5 dealing with husband number 6 during the rest of the week (of course you also have the welcome marathons of prisoners trying to break out of prison and the like!)
- When at least one member of the family has a lunch appointment or a movie date or a meeting for coffee planned for the day.
- When I’m sitting at 9 am in the morning and posting things up on my blog when I should probably have helped with breakfast. Hmm.
PS: You know something good is on TV when the roads are deserted and even the dogs are looking forlorn in the evenings with no cars to chase. And by good I mean Wimbeldon finals. Go Roger!
PS2: Speaking of Wimbeldon finals, could there ever be a more boring match than that between the William sisters?
2 comments:
You bring back memories of 'those' Sundays beautifully . I say 'those' sundays , because with the inclusion of a job and laptop in my life , there are few sundays when I am not working even at home. But you do write beautifully . I really think so.
hey thank u! :)
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