The typical sunday
Time : A Sunday in May 2006 (it's peak summer and very humid)
Place : Home... an apt on a mid-level floor in a high-rise very close to the Arabian sea
People : Parents, bro, sis, cousin Pin, dog and me
8 am :
Everyone's up and about (me just about)... bro and the dog bounding up and down the house chasing each other - him yelling and screaming unintelligibly and the dog barking excitedly like a maniac; dad having a loud and animated phone conversation with some long-lost uncle who's called long distance (dad still has the 80s hangover when long distance calls were 'trunk calls' and necessitated high-decibel bellowing into the mouth-piece); mom loudly arguing with the maid about the quality of her floor-cleaning techniques; sis reading the newspaper and calling out to Pin to come and look at pictures of Ash at the Cannes over the years... Pin trying to get the Dog's attention by making baby sounds and holding out half a banana as bait (yup, the Dog loooooooooooves banana. Also papaya, melon, mango and tomatoes)
And I, groggy eyed, looking furtively in the kitchen trying to see if there's any tea left for me. Finding none, trying to get mom to quit arguing and make me some.
9.30 am :
Sis, Pin, I - reading the papers, occasionally finding some article of common interest and therefore huddling over it together in order to not be the last to know about it
Mom - Making dog's food, having already fed the other hungry pigs with some yum yum upma
Dad - The only one who's not had breakfast, meditating
Bro - At the comp, playing some shit PC game
Dog - running round and round around mom's feet in anticipation of the meal
2-3 pm :
Sis, Pin, I - Sitting in front of the TV with our plates of lunch on the center table, fighting for the remote with bro. We want to watch the Apprentice and he wants to watch some silly Harry Potter nonsense. We're getting very annoyed, and he's acting like a total jerk
Mom & dad - exhausted from trying to make peace between the warring parties, quietly eating their lunch
Dog - jumping up and down near the dining table making puppy dog (?) faces, begging dad for a little treat
4.30 pm :
The house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop... each room has the fans running, curtains drawn, and people prostrated in deep slumber
5 pm :
My fav time of the day. Making chai for all the sleepyheads, in the kitchen which is hyper-clean thanks to mom, quiet and peaceful with the only sound that of a koel cooing somewhere down, and super-bright with sunlight pouring in from the balcony door.
5.30 pm :
Everyone's up again and fresh
Me - on the phone with R :)
Sis - on the phone with some chick friend exchanging notes about this guy she has a crush on
Pin - on the phone with some friend, telling him/ her excitedly about the previous day's shopping spree
Mom - on the phone (dad's cell... so must be a long distance call. Probably some sister of hers)
Bro - on the phone (probably that chick he 'kinda' likes)
8 pm :
Pin, Sis, I - out shopping (window shopping actually)
Bro - walking the dog
Mom, Dad - out visiting someone
11.30 pm :
Pin's left since the evening
Sis and i - in the room, ignoring bro who's been a total jerk not allowing us to watch Desperate Housewives since he relented in the afternoon
Sis - preparing to go to sleep
I - thinking of what to write on my blog. In the back of the head a tiny voice urging some forethought to the monday that's fast approaching. Things to do, people to call, clothes to wear, and smart answers to the catty remarks that are sure to pour in for the disaster hair-cut!! Successfully ignoring the little voice, proceeding to blog a boring sunday diary...
Everyone's up and about (me just about)... bro and the dog bounding up and down the house chasing each other - him yelling and screaming unintelligibly and the dog barking excitedly like a maniac; dad having a loud and animated phone conversation with some long-lost uncle who's called long distance (dad still has the 80s hangover when long distance calls were 'trunk calls' and necessitated high-decibel bellowing into the mouth-piece); mom loudly arguing with the maid about the quality of her floor-cleaning techniques; sis reading the newspaper and calling out to Pin to come and look at pictures of Ash at the Cannes over the years... Pin trying to get the Dog's attention by making baby sounds and holding out half a banana as bait (yup, the Dog loooooooooooves banana. Also papaya, melon, mango and tomatoes)
And I, groggy eyed, looking furtively in the kitchen trying to see if there's any tea left for me. Finding none, trying to get mom to quit arguing and make me some.
9.30 am :
Sis, Pin, I - reading the papers, occasionally finding some article of common interest and therefore huddling over it together in order to not be the last to know about it
Mom - Making dog's food, having already fed the other hungry pigs with some yum yum upma
Dad - The only one who's not had breakfast, meditating
Bro - At the comp, playing some shit PC game
Dog - running round and round around mom's feet in anticipation of the meal
2-3 pm :
Sis, Pin, I - Sitting in front of the TV with our plates of lunch on the center table, fighting for the remote with bro. We want to watch the Apprentice and he wants to watch some silly Harry Potter nonsense. We're getting very annoyed, and he's acting like a total jerk
Mom & dad - exhausted from trying to make peace between the warring parties, quietly eating their lunch
Dog - jumping up and down near the dining table making puppy dog (?) faces, begging dad for a little treat
4.30 pm :
The house is so quiet you could hear a pin drop... each room has the fans running, curtains drawn, and people prostrated in deep slumber
5 pm :
My fav time of the day. Making chai for all the sleepyheads, in the kitchen which is hyper-clean thanks to mom, quiet and peaceful with the only sound that of a koel cooing somewhere down, and super-bright with sunlight pouring in from the balcony door.
5.30 pm :
Everyone's up again and fresh
Me - on the phone with R :)
Sis - on the phone with some chick friend exchanging notes about this guy she has a crush on
Pin - on the phone with some friend, telling him/ her excitedly about the previous day's shopping spree
Mom - on the phone (dad's cell... so must be a long distance call. Probably some sister of hers)
Bro - on the phone (probably that chick he 'kinda' likes)
8 pm :
Pin, Sis, I - out shopping (window shopping actually)
Bro - walking the dog
Mom, Dad - out visiting someone
11.30 pm :
Pin's left since the evening
Sis and i - in the room, ignoring bro who's been a total jerk not allowing us to watch Desperate Housewives since he relented in the afternoon
Sis - preparing to go to sleep
I - thinking of what to write on my blog. In the back of the head a tiny voice urging some forethought to the monday that's fast approaching. Things to do, people to call, clothes to wear, and smart answers to the catty remarks that are sure to pour in for the disaster hair-cut!! Successfully ignoring the little voice, proceeding to blog a boring sunday diary...
Mom and Dad - in their room busy talking (probably about my disaster hair cut and how it would ruin my chances in the marriage market)
Dog - sleeping (some watchdog that!) in her favorite spot - outside the bathroom, below the wash basin
And slowly as the minutes tick away and Firehouse croons Love of a Lifetime in my ears, the day draws to an end and we move into Monday that promises to be hectic and trying.
And slowly as the minutes tick away and Firehouse croons Love of a Lifetime in my ears, the day draws to an end and we move into Monday that promises to be hectic and trying.
And suddenly the Sunday that was so far in my mind the most boring, uneventful day ever ceases to be so, and becomes a super fun day that's unfortunately, over! :(
posted by Pixychik at
8:55 PM
3 Comments:
8 am on a sunday morning.... ooow. what a shame!!1 :) ;) :|
I know, i know... But its a live example of how years and years of nagging (in this case, by my folks) can actually result in the most obstinate cases (in this case, my siblings and i) getting conditioned to just about anything.
U have no idea... if i wrote a blog about what freaks my folks are, it would run into several pages and will leave you completely flabbergasted :-0
I guess this chapter is same in everyones story..... instead of being flabbergasted, I might just empathize!!!
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