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...
“Do you stock underwear?” I asked the salesman politely. “You want to invest in underwear, Sir?” asked the salesman courteously. “It’s the best investment these days,” I remarked. “Are you planning a short term investment or a long term one, Sir?” asked the salesman smoothly. “I prefer long underwear with a frill or two,” I explained. “You want a chequebook too, Sir?” “I prefer checks,” I said, “but flower patterns will also do as long as I don’t have to water them.” “We give a free watering can and a garden hose with that line of underwear, Sir,” the salesman said. “When do the flowers actually bloom?” I asked interestedly. “That depends on how much you water them, Sir,” the salesman replied. “ Don ’t they need fertiliser?” I asked. “We supply that too, Sir,” the salesman said smiling. “You give a lot of freebies with underwear,” I remarked. “You can get some delightful free bees too for the flower patterned underwear, Sir,” the sale...