Come Saturday morning I turn into an early riser. Don't ask why, I'll shoot you. Or worse, wake you up as well. On a serious note, I think reverse psychology plays spoilsport. It's as if I'm on autopilot. At 7 am there's this voice in my head threating me to wake up or else! Around 8:30 I usually give in.
I spare not a single newspaper; spend entire morning in the bathroom. Then maa yells, threating me to join family for breakfast or else! Fruits and milk follow in torn, 'airy' clothes. Repeat: Maa yells. Says don't wear office clothes at home. I laugh, pull her cheeks.
Time for my weekend read, The Crest Edition. Leave home post lunch, having changed into socially acceptable attire. Meet friends, eat junk, scan crossword for new books, meet Special Subu and return home. Evenings are reserved for Man United fixtures at cousin Bhaavik's.
Followed by a quiet late night visit to Mount Mary alone.
Sunday first half is spent doing absolutely nothing. Except family conversations, TV and so on.
Come evening, you'll find me at 603, Makhija Arcade, Bandra. It has playstations, beanbags and yummy maggi. Play Fifa 2010 nonstop till early morning.
The weekend ends. sigh.
Chintan Ruparel is copywriter, Taproot India.
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