Weekends

Don’t know about you, but I start preparing for my weekend even before the sun starts thinking about going down on Friday. Yeah I actually do that. After five whole days of unsatisfying fun, work, wastedness and satisfaction, I look forward to those two days with the whole of my heart. And when Sunday lunch is on the table, my tummy starts to rumble and my head starts to ache. It’s all going to get over, again, just like it did a week back.

What I need is a wholesome weekend. But, what IS a wholesome weekend? If one could define that, life during the weekend wouldn’t be this irritating. Unsatisfying. So today I thought I’d roll myself one and ponder over the opportunities that beckon one during a ‘wholesome’ weekend.

So let’s take a look at what happened this last time. Well, I started off horribly, waking up after 1 on Saturday. Damn. Now that’s almost one-third of my happy hours already gone. But I try to make amends desperately by meeting up with people I hadn’t in sometime. Even if that meant traveling by the local on a hot afternoon in Bombay. Oh, I forgot the lunch with ex-work people. And after the scheduled appointment ends up with me being a bit inebriated, I call for more people to come over for more intoxication-related fun. So that’s Saturday. And Sunday’s been movies and food and nothing else till I thought of indulging myself in this self-introspection.

Mmm.. that definitely doesn’t sound very ‘wholesome’ to me. But I can’t sit down and list out all the things I should or could do. Don’t ask me why. For starters, its horrible boring. So how do I get out of this mess? Well, the rolling stones did say. “You can’t always get what you want”.