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Sounds weird… Right??? This is what I long to experience on Sundays. I mean… Sundays are meant to hibernate. I clear all other irritating chores like dunking my cloths in alkaline water and release my pent-up sadism in making them look shriveled in fear as I scrap them with a cloths brush and hit, kick and wringer them in to deathly submission. Then I will hang them in series that is no less scary than the scenes you would find in historic movies that show suppression of rebellion in medieval times.
This task is not as pleasurable as it seems. They extract their pound of flesh too as I abuse my cloths. My muscles cramp and ligaments and tendons threat me that they would resign their respective responsibilities. Then I fall flat on my back where only eyes work and look what ever is available above me to view. In general its shall always is the roof. I lay immobile till my own muscles. Ligaments and tendons reorganize themselves as they decide to forgive me and go back to their allocated places.
Then I will open a book till sleep invades me. I sleep in peace…and if my body realizes its Sunday that’s coming tomorrow, it slides in to hibernation. I hibernate till evening… some times till 1700hours. This kind of laziness is too much to accept and forgiven. But I am the emperor of my own bedroom destiny. Some times I get calls and I answer them as if I am speaking from another world, making them feel weather they have been talking to a Zombie.
Then I be awake and run to finish my ablutions and eat my sparse breakfast and run to railways station to reach my favorite spot. Its shall start with streets that sell old books and then section of street that sells quality control reject clothing. I pick something I like and head towards the beach.
It’s not exactly beach but sea shore with a barricading short wall over people either sit or walk. In local lingo its called CHOWPATTI. Its my favorite place. I can sit there till I get bored or till I sense that sitting there is no more safe as darkness of night creeps.
Now here comes that I mean Chaotic Tranquility…
Well… There are two ways to enjoy at the place. One is you face your back to water of sea and look at the sea of people. Or you face your back to the pandemonium behind and look towards the tranquility ahead.
Very soon I realized that I am bored of tranquility. Its too fascinating in the first few minutes and that inches towards a lethargic darkness. An occasional blink of light so far emanated from a ship or trawler is a pleasant surprise that fades away again in to oblivion.
Hence I decided that I will turn my back to tranquility. Wow… I find a rainbow dynamic of people. It’s so fun to watch people. So many emotions ebbing tiding and riding in waves of laughter, controversy, serenity and harmony.
I ironically watch rich people trying to get rid of their weight by jogging after which they go hog rich food. I mean no disrespect to them. But why is that they realize not with knowledge that’s available to them to get not fat in the fist place and try billion methods to get rid of it.
And then I see little children running. It’s so wonderful to watch their faces when they behave similar way Christopher Columbus discovered America. They make huge eyes at the expense of life before them and run amok not caring for anything in the world. Then as if some premonition hits them they stop and look back if their mom or dad is within the visual range. Once their presence is assured they further explore the world with their 8 inch spanned steps as they run.
Then comes lovers. They are too absorbed in themselves until they are rudely wrenched out of their lovey dowey world by peanut venders and most irritatingly eunuchs. Lovers are the soft targets for eunuchs here at my place as they exploit the privacy desired by those lovers. They pester them till they extort money in the amount they wanted. Its often very embarrassing for the male lover in implementing his impotent efforts to shoo them away.
And now elderly people. I feel immeasurable amount of respect towards them. They come out and stroll in fresh air not limiting their respite to vegetable existence of watching TV. Many times I even saw groups of elderly people who enjoy good laughter the same way they must have enjoyed in their younger days. It’s so nice to watch their world in fruition and contentment.
Then comes brats who keep on skating, kicking balls or bicycling or flying paper aircrafts. Their movements are totally unpredictable like non liner equations of science. I really miss my own childhood looking at them.
I see foreign tourists too… accompanied by omnipresent beggars. It makes me feel ashamed to realize that who ever comes here with high expectations to witness cultural diversity ends up entertaining or hounded by beggars. Just to get rid of them they give money in meager quantities that’s actually more in terms of exchange value. This is what they realize not and become pray for those beggars
I sit there and some times call my friends and share a silly joke. Then as night takes dominance, I get up and move towards railways station. I would eat somewhere in between catch train back home.
This is how I spend my Sundays…
Sounds weird… Right??? This is what I long to experience on Sundays. I mean… Sundays are meant to hibernate. I clear all other irritating chores like dunking my cloths in alkaline water and release my pent-up sadism in making them look shriveled in fear as I scrap them with a cloths brush and hit, kick and wringer them in to deathly submission. Then I will hang them in series that is no less scary than the scenes you would find in historic movies that show suppression of rebellion in medieval times.
This task is not as pleasurable as it seems. They extract their pound of flesh too as I abuse my cloths. My muscles cramp and ligaments and tendons threat me that they would resign their respective responsibilities. Then I fall flat on my back where only eyes work and look what ever is available above me to view. In general its shall always is the roof. I lay immobile till my own muscles. Ligaments and tendons reorganize themselves as they decide to forgive me and go back to their allocated places.
Then I will open a book till sleep invades me. I sleep in peace…and if my body realizes its Sunday that’s coming tomorrow, it slides in to hibernation. I hibernate till evening… some times till 1700hours. This kind of laziness is too much to accept and forgiven. But I am the emperor of my own bedroom destiny. Some times I get calls and I answer them as if I am speaking from another world, making them feel weather they have been talking to a Zombie.
Then I be awake and run to finish my ablutions and eat my sparse breakfast and run to railways station to reach my favorite spot. Its shall start with streets that sell old books and then section of street that sells quality control reject clothing. I pick something I like and head towards the beach.
It’s not exactly beach but sea shore with a barricading short wall over people either sit or walk. In local lingo its called CHOWPATTI. Its my favorite place. I can sit there till I get bored or till I sense that sitting there is no more safe as darkness of night creeps.
Now here comes that I mean Chaotic Tranquility…
Well… There are two ways to enjoy at the place. One is you face your back to water of sea and look at the sea of people. Or you face your back to the pandemonium behind and look towards the tranquility ahead.
Very soon I realized that I am bored of tranquility. Its too fascinating in the first few minutes and that inches towards a lethargic darkness. An occasional blink of light so far emanated from a ship or trawler is a pleasant surprise that fades away again in to oblivion.
Hence I decided that I will turn my back to tranquility. Wow… I find a rainbow dynamic of people. It’s so fun to watch people. So many emotions ebbing tiding and riding in waves of laughter, controversy, serenity and harmony.
I ironically watch rich people trying to get rid of their weight by jogging after which they go hog rich food. I mean no disrespect to them. But why is that they realize not with knowledge that’s available to them to get not fat in the fist place and try billion methods to get rid of it.
And then I see little children running. It’s so wonderful to watch their faces when they behave similar way Christopher Columbus discovered America. They make huge eyes at the expense of life before them and run amok not caring for anything in the world. Then as if some premonition hits them they stop and look back if their mom or dad is within the visual range. Once their presence is assured they further explore the world with their 8 inch spanned steps as they run.
Then comes lovers. They are too absorbed in themselves until they are rudely wrenched out of their lovey dowey world by peanut venders and most irritatingly eunuchs. Lovers are the soft targets for eunuchs here at my place as they exploit the privacy desired by those lovers. They pester them till they extort money in the amount they wanted. Its often very embarrassing for the male lover in implementing his impotent efforts to shoo them away.
And now elderly people. I feel immeasurable amount of respect towards them. They come out and stroll in fresh air not limiting their respite to vegetable existence of watching TV. Many times I even saw groups of elderly people who enjoy good laughter the same way they must have enjoyed in their younger days. It’s so nice to watch their world in fruition and contentment.
Then comes brats who keep on skating, kicking balls or bicycling or flying paper aircrafts. Their movements are totally unpredictable like non liner equations of science. I really miss my own childhood looking at them.
I see foreign tourists too… accompanied by omnipresent beggars. It makes me feel ashamed to realize that who ever comes here with high expectations to witness cultural diversity ends up entertaining or hounded by beggars. Just to get rid of them they give money in meager quantities that’s actually more in terms of exchange value. This is what they realize not and become pray for those beggars
I sit there and some times call my friends and share a silly joke. Then as night takes dominance, I get up and move towards railways station. I would eat somewhere in between catch train back home.
This is how I spend my Sundays…
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