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Sunday: so much happens and so much doesn't | Real Talk (working title) by Zarah Noorani

Zarah Noorani is a 22 year-old writer/editor/curator from Bombay, India who thoroughly enjoys mozzarella cheese and trashy Bollywood music (only up till 2013. She's not stupid). Real Talk (working title) is a space for her to rant, complain, act cool, and just... exist on the internet. The bi-monthly column explores themes of personal interest-driven stories and accounts, random musings and what seems to be the revolutionary epiphany-of-the-week.

Every Sunday I wake up with a dull sparkle in my eye, and often to a sky that doesn’t seem to want to wake up with me. I know, that got painfully poetic. Let’s start over.

Since the advent of time (or just cultural norms), Sundays have been deemed as these godsent holidays because a large chunk of people working jobs have at least Sundays off. Now this is a strange paradox, especially in the market. My father, a self made businessman and entrepreneur, never has Sundays off. As a child, I always wondered why that is. Why is Monday of all days a holiday in the market and not Sunday? He once told me that this happens because Sundays are when most people are free and hunting for a place to spend their money. It truly baffles me to see how one man’s freedom inversely means another man’s profit.

Anyway, we were talking about sundays. Let’s not get distracted. Again.

Each sunday comes with a forethought of a day off, a therapeutic set of hours I have only to myself. However, this is almost always disrupted with the famous aftertaste this day is notorious for - Monday. I already shudder at the thought of 5 days ahead of me where I have to go to work (IN THE COLD), wake up before the sun, do things and get things done. Don't get me wrong, it is unbelievably exciting to face the possibilities that stand before me this week, and how satisfying it is to see and celebrate small victories here and there - but god, is it tiresome to think of on a Sunday morning. Really takes away from the idea of a weekend, no?

In the end, I suppose I could really take one real, true, mother-promise lesson from this. Learn from the market. Just like how I grew up around one parent who had Sundays off, and another with Mondays off - I learnt to live the weekdays in true holiday fashion. This may seem awfully optimistic and a little bit preppy, but it's true! Think about it. It’s always a holiday somewhere in the world, so why not just live it that way? Every day is a weekend, just with a do-able list of things to do that day.

Of course, If that doesn’t work, you’ll always have Sundays.



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