A Sunday.

A year is life changing. A month is about improving and a week is fast moving. Days on the other hand are mostly none of these, though these on the longer run when put together brings meaning to the life we live. Week-days are frustrating. They are usually brain engaging – principle applying – duty engorged ways of spending life. Living with forced interests and society satisfying jobs makes your heart and mind rip away.  The five days is dedicated to the domineering bosses.

You need something to not lose out hope on life. A weekend.

Overruling how a calendar works, a weekend starts on a Friday evening, when the school bell rings or a last hour free in college or as the engine starts to drive you back home from work. As you’re on the way, true desires and interests over take. We make plans to relax. After dinner with family and a tiring sleep, it’s Saturday. The weekend starts officially. Malls and multiplexes are well treated on a Saturday evening. Visiting friends and families are also on schedule. This day is dedicated to the outside world. A weekend night (commonly called the Saturday night) ends in a peaceful sleep after late night parties, movies or dinner. The next day is the famous Sunday morning. It’s a day of family integration.

Sunday mornings start with a hot cup of coffee and the morning newspaper. One peruses it for a quite longer time than the other days as if most issues in the world are published only on that day (The newspaper are quite heavy unusually. Blame the supplements.) The idiot box screams out it’s special telecasts as scheduled, one by one.  Things that may seem very antique are cleaned and polished to look brand new, which they actually are. There is mild breakfast for the morning which consists of family favourites. The dad and kids occasionally go out to play a sport or to shop while mom stays back to do what she does best, preparing a royal lunch.

Yes, no day can beat the lunch on a Sunday afternoon. The entire family is pleased. There are specials and favourites. Healthy and drooling food.  There is taste and aroma. Veg and non- veg. Starters to desserts. One has to hold in their pot belly to not be rather embarrassed.  ( I needn’t explain a typical south indian meal. With all the right essentials, it satisfies both to the craving and the conscious crowd.) A short nap is divine after a heavy lunch, even though they say that’s the time when dangerous form of sterol start synthesising. Choose to be in bliss or protect your hips.  The choice is yours.

As the sun goes down, the entire family gathers to watch an evening program in one of the popular channels. The chances of you missing it are slim, as the advertisements blare throughout the week. In less than six hours after a royal meal one consumes light beverage and snacks (you’re health conscious? Eat fruits :p) Often the family indulges in discussing a common topic. Gossips, political stands, inflation, travel plan etc. It’s dark now. The scary- dull- disinterested- boring feel stings. It’s commonly called the Monday feel.  Dinner is called out. This day is dedicated to you.

Or is it? Until you randomly remember an incomplete homework, assignment or a report to be submitted. With less time, pressure builds. Where is the peaceful sleep? An interest to work? A chance to look at the most familiar faces? It’s just papers, the traffic, cabins and money. It’s the weekday coming. Ah, a cycle ends.

Sleep.

Good Morning.

Fighting to have such a normal Sunday.

Losing it,

Swetha Ananthan