Random Diaries

Thank God for what? It’s a Sunday!

I have never enjoyed a Sunday morning. There is nothing that interests me and neither do I expect. The usual things that add to my hate list - sleep disturbance caused by emergency bladder release, The Mummy switching off the fan, and global warming heating up the room through open window. In spite of these I am pasted to my bed, trying to recall my unfinished dream, which is supposed to be that interesting bit we wait for, the climax, the part you could modify and then imagine. But unfortunately I don’t remember. And neither can we bookmark.

Just another irritation on a Sunday morning. Many a times, I get the Monday morning blues from Sundays itself. Just like how I get my Sunday deep sleep on Mondays.

Sunday facts- Today, Google celebrates the 40^th anniversary of Sesame Street- a well known TV show that had lots of entertainment and education for children. It used to come on TV every Sunday morning and was a super hit among kids and adults seeking change,

Very similar to our ‘Vikram aur Betaal’ and the “Jungle Book’ series with decades of public love attached. I can still connect to the joy of watching these shows and remember clapping my tiny hands whenever I saw Betaal fly off his back.

Speaking of which, we know that it’s very much human to move on and to get bored pretty soon. That’s why we have evolution, to escape getting bored of the same old stuff. Like how we get sick of old video game cartridges and G-I-Joes, we got bored of these TV shows as well. We then had new games, new hobbies, new channels, new friends and so on, so we waved a goodbye to these shows.

In that case why don’t we get over Sundays as well? It’s been centuries since we had a change. Why not have a new day now. Add one more day to the week that can assist Sundays and fulfill the cause of weekly offs. An eight day week sounds nice. A new day called Funday, which is the second half of a Sunday, so that we get extra hours to while away on weekends. And then no Mommy will ever off the fan and no dreams will ever shut shop. Also this would help against global warming and reduce pollution by a day.

The icing on the cake is. The government can get rich, so can I. The patents will be mine. So whatever the state earns in the second half, I’ll get my share. And henceforth I’ll never hate a Sunday again. Lest alone Mondays.