Sunday, December 23, 2012

Sunday!


Sunday is the best day in the week. Whoever created the days of the week was a total moron. Clearly, he lacked a foresight that some people would like to have more of “Friday” and “Sunday”. My Sunday’s are the most lazy-assed of the days. I hate working on Sunday- be it assignments or studying for tests. Whatever needs to be done, it shouldn’t be done on Sunday.

My Sunday begins with my morning newspaper which often leads me to think of the Origin of Life and Universe. If some people are to be believed then, ‘God created this World in six days and on the seventh he rested’. It further adds to my argument for not working on Sunday. I usually disagree with those people most times, but I guess they would be happy to know that on this occasion my thoughts are in sync, even if partially- though for my own practical selfish purpose.

Now this train of thoughts- makes me wonder, ‘What did God do on Sunday?’ Play golf with the Devil on some neutral cloud turf? Go out and take a stroll on water? Go on a long fly-by (I believe God wouldn’t care for cars) or simply catch-up on some zzzz’s?

Life in the Promised Land.

To come to think of it- am not sure about the existence of internet and other tech stuff, no malls- which means no bowling, or pooling. No movies, pizza. Beer would be a definite no. You can’t use money to buy things (money is substituted by goodness points) - you have to be goody-goody, which means no sarcasm either. Rise up early, go to bed early. Do all the chores, and you still have to be in line to get your licence to the  promised  “wings and the golden halo”. So till you get those wings- it means you can’t fly, assuming that apparition came later down the line of transport hierarchy. Plus, since you are an angel- you can’t click your fingers to grant yourself those wishes you always had. Why? Because it would a gross misuse of your power, and you lose out on your goodness points.

And after all this hard work- you wonder why you worked hard all your miserable life to be here, to be even more miserable.

So much so for a thought on a lazy Sunday.

Yeah, this is why I want to retire in Cuba or Hawaii.

 
PS: I have no idea about what I wrote above, and this is just 10 minutes past 12 midnight on a Sunday.  Yeah, Sunday is here!