Long time ago when Sunday meant watching top 10 movies show at Sun TV anchored by a man who doesn’t seem to age.
Acha would watch it sipping on his special Sunday coffee and sigh and then complain the existence of the Sunday.
I thought this man was mad (derogatory way), usually he is mad (the fun way).
I also thought why would he hate Sunday, what did poor Sun do. I believe that Glucon D ad did a negative PR for it.
Amma would have oiled her hair (if she gets up at 8) or would have taken a longer bath (if she gets up at 7:30) and do one weekend special cleaning, in case the daily cleaning during the week was not enough.
She would then proceed to make 25 maida pooris. 10 for me, 8 for acha and 6 for her, she will eat four in that.
After the poori feast, he stepped out, where he will get chicken and required ingredients, finish the other errands that weekday wouldn’t have given the luxury to do. I would occasionally accompany and just sit on the bike. Otherwise, the worst option among the two, we would be cleaning as well or repairing something that has seen its golden days before my birth. Acha would shout, I would do the same mistake. He would say sorry immediately. I would say sorry in advance for the same mistake I would do.
We/He would be back by then the prep for the Sunday feast is underway. It is usually Achama’s world famous Green Biriyani and Ammuma’s spicy chicken curry that would every Covid test to shame.
If both are in mood, fishes that won’t smell or the rare mutton gravy And along with some veg dish because I wouldn’t eat chicken then.
What would I be doing. The difficult job of keeping the Saravana stores bought sofa warm. I recently heard that the sofa still exists and is currently on its fourth handover at this sweet old lady’s house who used to clean the corridor of the apartment.
I would be surfing four channels- Sun TV, KTV, Asianet TV and Surya TV. Sometimes the kid channels but it faces a lot of dissent. But amma would shout from inside and ask to put one movie instead of simply surfing and not deciding. I see a pattern.
By the time, the movie ends, I would have taken my oil bath. Ready for my lunch. Both tired parents would sit and eat while the next movie starts.
Meal done, Acha would have done some pedicure to himself and I will be forced to partake in this. Amma would now have the remote control and stretch on those Saravana stores sofa.
He would take a nap which he always denies to have taken. Amma would watch TV and then wash the utensils.
Then one of us would ask what plans and off we would go somewhere in the red Wagon R zig zagging through Chennai’s Mount Road.
I don’t remember when I would have slept but I would be up the next day on the bed, being reminded about school.
Today, I had to do what both did. Prep for the chicken fry, do vehicle maintenance. Should have stuck with cycles only
Cleaning the book shelf, and seeing the number of unread books piling up and then proceeding to sneeze for 7 times.
The numerous errands that I have acted to have avoided. Bill payments. Planning out the next week and get some progress on a few commitments.
Sneeze in between (7-10 times on average), do taxes… TAXES.
No one knows how to actually do taxes do they!? So I again reach out to an auditor to not mess it up.
Sneezing again. Searching for houses to buy or rent or to go bury in at this point. Then talking to the same housing apps guys who will spam me.
Sigh, why do Sundays exist. But thank the universe for maida pooris.
Someone get me ice cream.
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