My definition of Ideal weekend
Wake up early in the morning, take the bike, and go on a long ride. Stop on the way at some small roadside shop for breakfast and tea. Try to take some good pictures of nature and scenery. Sit somewhere, read newspaper and throw stones at a lake, pool or pond. Whatever. Smile at the localites, curious onlookers.
Start back, and have a simple light lunch at some roadside dhaba or whatever!
Reach home by around 3 types. Lie down, listening to music and read some good novel. Doze off to sleep and wake by around 5.45 or 6 in the evening. Have a hot cup of tea or coffee. Watch TV for sometime. Then goto the nearest shop and get vendakkai,thakkaali( ladiesfinger, tomato). Come home, cut the vegetables listening to John Denver or Cliff Richards. Keep dal and rice in cooker. Go and take a nice long shower.
Come out, finish cooking. Switch on TV watch the english premier league from 8.30 to 10 PM, whilst having dinner.
After the match, hit the bed and read the novel till 1.30 or 2 AM and doze off to sleep
Wake up late in the morning around 10 or so. Have a hot cup of coffee and read the sunday newspaper. Call up home and talk to parents for quite sometime. Tell amma I am fine, I am taking care of my health(with regular oil bath) and am planning to cook thengai thogayal and vathakozhambu. And I will visit chennai very soon. Either next or next-to-next weekend. Put down the phone. Miss home for sometime. Read the novel( yeah while answering to the doorbell saying there is no madam at home and I dont want the all new detergent powder, aquaguard already there at home, I have already donated for the temple blah blah).
Around noon start cooking, while watching the afternoon movie in some channel. Take oil bath and have lunch. Sleep happily and get up around 5. Start getting that sad feeling of weekend coming to an end :-(
Read the novel till some 7.30 or so, pick up the bike and go on some highway. Stop at some roadside dhaba and have dinner.(Calls to friends saying hi hello, how are things blah blah).
Reach home and hit the sack. Hmmmmmmmmmmm
P.S. Even blogging about this gives me such an immense satisfaction :-)
Cut and Pasted by F e r r a r i at 11:46 PM