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...
"I am bored," said the cat. "I am bored too," I replied glumly. "You could place a banana peel below the window," the cat said. "How will that be interesting?" I asked. "We can then bet on how long it will be before someone hits their backside on the peel," the cat said. "That would be mean," I said. "Don't look for meaning in everything," the cat said reproachfully, "Like Isaac Newton." "You mean that fellow that God banished from Paradise for needling Eve about the apple? I did not know that!" I remarked wonderingly. "That's a long story," the cat replied yawning, "I'm so bored!" "Me too," I said not to be outdone. "Why don't we go out for a walk?" the cat asked brightly. "Not such a bad idea, but there are mean dogs outside," I said. "That shouldn't be a problem if you ta...