Sunday!

Last night during a WhatsApp group conversation, one of my friends mentioned that he wakes up at 7 in the morning to which some replied that it’s too early for a Sunday. I was thinking in my mind that 7 AM is early for any day. I probably haven’t seen the rising sun, felt the morning breeze for some years now. As I woke up this morning, the first image that I saw in front of me was a 10 year old girl coming out of her room in a half asleep state to see her Dad at the dining table having tea, mom in the kitchen preparing breakfast for the family and occasionally calling out her son to wake up. And even though I could sleep more this morning, sleep did not come to me. Homesickness!

This image has struck me on Sundays before, at least in last one year. This was it. How my Sunday began with a warm Good Morning and not a lazy I don’t want to wake up. Now when I look back this image was real, I wonder what we did waking up at 7 in the morning. I can’t think of doing anything now. A bit more pressure on my brain, and my childhood Sundays come back to me. I wake up; have breaakfast with the whole family, mom, dad and brother. We used to watch Antakshari or some show on Doordarshan playing old songs mostly. Mom and dad usually went to buy groceries on Sundays which meant a morning fight between my brother and me which lasted till our parents were back. We studied for sometime then, watched TV. Sundays were usually an ‘Of course Non-veg food’ day. No matter how late in the afternoon it is, mom has to cook some non-vegetarian dish. We had lunch together, a proper family time, with some movie playing in the back ground which every member can see without any ‘awkward’ issues. Sometimes we played monopoly, sometimes we slept after lunch. As far as I can remember, we got one hour each for computer and I did not surf the internet. I again wonder, what did I do with the computer? Rest of the evening spent playing outside with friends. Night was spent in studies and home works. Again a dinner together and we were good to sleep.The most of the day was spending time with each other, talking about this or that as if updating the other person about your whole week and what's next!

It feels strange in a way that every morning as I woke up then I did not check my phone and I did not stick to internet whole day saying I am studying (which is always partly true.) With my new smartphone, I am always doing this or that, in a way addicted to it. Sometimes I wonder if my addiction to the idiot box was better. No addiction is good.

It’s been at least 4-5years that I had such a Sunday where I actually had fun and was not being lazy. Now it is spent sleeping and I say I am proud of that. Well, I am not. It’s kind of a disappointment. Facebook keeps on saying that my childhood was awesome, yes it was. And this teenage sucks! I do not want to go back to the past, but yes making my Sunday a bit qualitative would be just great!