There was a time when I waited for Sunday. After a week of work, and I worked hard, a day of rest was very welcome. I loved to sleep. I am not an atheist, and I go to church maybe once a year for midnight mass on Christmas eve. So I'm not a churchgoer basically. Therefore Sundays did not mean that I was seated in the pews in church listening to the pastor's sermon. The pastor, in fact, would not recognise me until my sister, who goes more often to church, introduced me as her brother after Christmas Eve mass. I also had a problem sleeping and would lie awake at nights trying desperately trying to fall asleep. I tried counting sheep and it never worked. I also tried those sleeping videos on YouTube. I listened \ and felt bored. They were not music I was familiar with and they kept my eyelids firmly apart. Even a safe tranquillizer that my doctor prescribed did not have any effect. The on...
The politician was sitting with a glum face. "Why are you so gloomy?" I asked. "Not much partying these days," he replied with a sigh. "But you were thrown out of two late night parties very recently!" I exclaimed. "Not those parties," he said shaking his head morosely. "You mean the birthday bash of the film star?" I asked brightly. "Don't remind me of it," he growled. "What happened?" I asked mildly. "My false teeth got bashed up!" he said peeved. "Then you must have done something really wicked," I smirked. "What's that to you?" He retorted. "Therefore no partying," I concluded. "I meant I am feeling lonely," He said. "Then simply call your women friends," I said. "Not that, I'm feeling stifled," he said. "Choked?" I asked incredulously. He nodded his head fe...