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 have never been very fastidious about clothes and dressing. It might be an influence of my schooldays. There was no school uniform though careless and shabby dressing was not allowed. Our principal, a lumbering giant of a man with bulging eyes, also saw to it that the pupils did not get sartorially ambitious. I have heard from my seniors that he once warned a student not to sport a puff hairstyle, but the student ignored it blissfully. The principal caught him by the hair without warning and snipped off the offending puff with a pair of scissors and dumped it in the unfortunate student’s palm. Such instances were spoken of in hushed tones. Another thing that was not allowed was ‘drainpipe’ trousers as they were then called. The form fitting trousers were a strict no, no. Nor were pointed shoes allowed. If caught wearing them strict action would follow. The students made it a point not to give offence to the principal as he was very handy with the cane. He to...