My Weekend Acivities

MY WEEKEND ACTIVITIES

The weekend is always welcome. Well, I can put this in quotes as this seems to specify something of a universal truth. The usual human of the modern world labours all through the week, to reach a Sunday and, if there’s a Saturday added to it, it is a bonus deserving a Thanksgiving dinner.

The weekend, ah, and the pleasure that it brings with it, does not probably require an elaboration. We are all too familiar with this gift that comes after a week of struggle. They say, unless you have not experienced darkness, you would not be able to appreciate light, and who knows it better than the robots that we have become, shuttling in and out of the offices, just to reach home to throw ourselves on the bed, dreaming of that coveted Sunday to arrive.

This precious day, has a lot of jobs assigned to it, on the list posted on the refrigerator that obviously gets lengthier with each passing day of the week. The shopping, the laundry, the repairs, the phone calls, the visits, all pile up only hoping for the weekend to get more hours. But alas, that never happens; and I, like many others, end it, waiting for still another weekend to arrive.

All the activities planned for this seemingly everlasting day, get a blow with the getting up late activity, which is never scheduled, but occurs without exception on all the weekends. Endless tasks and appointments, too, take a backseat with the Television becoming a possession that refuses to leave me on this one day. And should I reveal further, the much longed for weekend just flies off seeing me lazing around and almost forgetting all my promised so called-weekend activities. But, the time is still just enough, for a movie or a long tete-a –tete with a friend.

Oh, the weekend activities, is it what I was supposed to write about? Well, but this is my story, all plans and no execution. But, I love all of those weekends, loitered away with promises of shrinking the list on the refrigerator, the next time. Howsoever hard I might try, I know I can never get my name entered in the Guinness Book of Records for having spent the maximum weekends in this manner, because, I know, there would be many others vying for this title.