Its Sunday today, and after a long time, I am not at my aunt's place on a Sunday. Sunday is mostly meant to be a holiday - I reckon this is Europe, or more specifically Christianity's gift to the world. Perhaps, it was originally a mandatory holiday to allow people to go to church and pay due respects to Rome's authority.
Over the centuries things haven't changed much. I'm not talking of people still going to church on Sundays. That context is meaningless in today's world - only a ritual everyone does for old times' sake.
The real essence of Sunday today lies in consumerism - the very thing that drives the economies of the world. Six days a week you strive hard in your factories to make the things which you are 'told' you need, and on the seventh day, the same factories give you a holiday for you to go and buy what you produce.

My colleagues say that I really think out of the box. I disagree with them. My ideas are as down to earth and as normal as they can be. I don't know what made them brand me as an out-of-the-box-thinker, but the other day my ideas almost had all of them fainting on the floor. I only said that they should design the next Power machine with a robotic arm which spanks the user on the head and says "you idiot" when he types an incorrect command, grabs his head and makes him read the automatically opened manual page. Read the f***ing manual. Now, really, I don't think this idea is as much out of the box as the idea of eating rice with a pair of chopsticks.

Finally we are moving to a new house tomorrow. This house that we are living in now is no better than a dungeon - perhaps a prisoner rotting in the dungeons of a medeaval knight, as described by Mark Twain, will find me a little better than him, but again, that would be debatable. Bangalore is a city blown out of propertion, a city trying to become what it is not, trying to become what it can perhaps never become, trying to become what it should not become. It shows everywhere - the way people talk, the way houses are built, the way the roads are designed, the way people drive their cars, the way offices are designed, so on and so forth, the list will be endless. No one bothers about the laws, nor does anyone have any of the civic sense South Indian people were revered for earlier. People drive over dividors, ride their bikes into footpaths. While building houses people don't follow the regulations, but save a lot of construction cost by having a common wall for two houses.
Enough of cribbing. I am finally moving to a house in which one knows whether its the day or night when the clock shows 12 AM.