Today I decided to start writing ..about the famous feelings everyone get on a Sunday evening! Let it be a weekend spent well starting from the cocktail party on Friday night or let it be a quiet week end with your laptop and bed...there is no escape from the Sunday evening blues! I wonder why we get this dull stressful heavy feeling on every Sunday night...and the common answer is Monday stress!Why is working after weekend that hard...? Why is getting out of bed seems difficult on Monday morning? Since when did it start? I asked myself all these questions today...and mind went back in time when Sunday evenings were used to be the most happening time of the week..
From the school days..when I started my Sundays at my home..watching Rangoli and having mom's kande pohe for breakfast..spent my Sunday afternoons eating special Sunday lunch and reading Shriman Yogi ..and relaxed myself with a bunch of friends on The Fadke Road eating special Pani puri! Then came the college...the Sundays were more busy with studies and tuitions as we entered the College Race! The Maths class replaced Rangoli in the morning and special paper writing replaced the evening get together....Still I walked on Fadke road with friends...still I read Shriman yogi and Yayati in noon and still I had time to spent with my best friends on the building terrace listening to FM..the life had changed but I never realized..as the Sunday evening had the same feeling..Of celebration..!!
Then came the hostel life...and everyday was Sunday! every evening was celebrated as the first moment of joy and the last moment of life..the Sunday in hostel started with the same songs..same breakfast just at a different place! The special lunch feast at mess was the biggest reason for waiting the whole week...sunday noon was still sleepy and the Sunday evening...well..that was the most happening thing ever existed in entire week...the closed mess gave us a reason to taste outside food..which was delicious! My taste buds still feel the Shahi Paneer from the canteen , the Aloo paratha from the Punjabi mess and the Chinese from the local dhaba! Every Sunday evening came with a birthday party or freshers party or some other party!
and now we are growing up...walking alone on the long street of life...Parents are on phone..friends are on skype and no more reasons to party every Sunday! Today I spent my Sunday at my beautiful apartment in Paris..sometimes working..sometimes walking along the Paris streets feeling the shine...sometimes talking to best of friends for hours on skype..and cherishing all the past...sometimes sleeping along...but in all cases, I can not escape the feel of Sunday evening...the tension of Monday..the memories of old Sundays... a state of mind that sways inbetween the two Sunday evenings...those that are going to come with much more responsibilities and those that are gone leaving their golden imprints ! and finally the Sunday ends...with a peaceful mind that has a sweet smile for the precious past and confidently shut eyes to get up tomorrow as fresh as it always should be!!!
