My way sunday...

Aahhh! Its the lazy sunday I look forward to.

My ideal sunday???? Lets picture this - Once you do wake up, keep wondering whether you want to sleep more or are u done? That means another 45 mins gone in bed - which is nothing less than bliss. Gather all of your strength to convince your mind, you actually can't sleep anymore and get out of bed. Thats when your cutie of a pet will come around demanding some early morning TLC. After a 15 min session of "chweety pie, did u sleep right, what do u wanna do today", you are now ready for your chores. Half the day goes in talkin with your mom, discussing with your sis whether the time to shop has come or not, talkin to dad, laughing at one of their superbly lame jokes, planning with friends whether a day out would be a good idea, etc.

End of it all, you realise home is the best place to host your lazy sunday. Eat junk lunch, enjoy siesta; in the evening, get a nice tangy cocktail, pick up a book, turn on the music and get all comfy. 3-4 cocktails down your food pipe, a great salad dinner is served and then, its time for bed again. (sigh) Its back to dreamland!!

My real sunday?????????

Blink blink, i look for my cell to check the time. 7:45am????? You've got be kidding me. ITS A SUNDAY for crying out loud. The rule says i CAN sleep till 10am. 'Just shut your eyes, dont think. U'll fall back to sleep'. And I thought, that'll actually work. Stupid mind game. Coz all u can think about is whether you felt sleepy or not. By 8:30am , you know nothing will work. Push yourself out in disgust. What a way to wake up on a sunday. Aah! but wait a min, u have ur cutie of a pet to cheer u up. U step in the dining room hopin to find the apple of your eye running joyously upto you to get pampered. And there he is, not looking in your direction even once, despite callin his name atleast 10 times. He'll stand next to mom and keep looking at her with those big 'love me' eyes. Then, as if obliging, he'd turn his head, trying to clarify "i want food, not u". Dejection, once again.

You get on with your chores and in b/w realise mom is agitated. The maid has decided this day will be her day off. Damn! now will have to spend half the time coordinating who needs to do what household work. Alright, if this is how it will be, bring it on. The round table conference at breakfast has made some hard decisions. Lunch will comprise of junk stuff and we'll have dinner outside. Thank god! all sorted out. Everybody then decides to sleep for a bit and i come in my room to inaugurate my blog. At 2pm, ma comes in and leaves on my table a plate of chaat and yummy watermelon juice. YIPEEE! My ideal sunday lunch. She even excuses me from comin to the table to eat. Think whatever, but doesn't that call for a huge HUG. I got pampered a little and looks like our evening would be great too.

Yea! it certainly wasn't my ideal sunday. But it was one, i didnt mind having either.