I believe I might just have reached that level of stoicism, where I define (and predefine) days by their color and texture and not moaning and shrieking with the calender and the marker in hand. Not all Fridays are thank-able, neither are all Mondays black. Sundays are a big, BIG misnomer at times and a Wednesday out of nowhere might give you the perfect calm, almost next to that of a Thai foot massage. I have come to accept that with time and motherhood and although I let my tremors (and temper) out, I try to conceal the aftershocks locked within.
Moral of the story : No more days. And no more presumptions. Let them be colors, when there is already a predefined spectrum with undefined boundaries of the exact seven numbers to make my post easier.
1. Yellow day : Any day, I wake up to a beautiful grey, cloudy sky, will be named so.
I have a few good friends who define my heartache for rain, lovemaking and rain-&-lovemaking as a simple biological mating instinct of frogs. Frogs! Obnoxious, I know, yet I stick to the stand that clouds are the world's best aphrodisiac. The puff of a short glance stolen from the office window or the enormous high when I feel them against my bosom atop my terrace, the boisterous, nimbus beauties steal the heart away. I wouldn't say I totally ignore the light, white autumn clouds or the cotton spread outside an airplane window, but the robust rainclouds always remain a point ahead. The exact way you (doubly) wish on a "vegetarian" day eat-out that the Paneer butter masala was a Chicken one.
Yellow days are the harmless, good mood days of a week, when you don't mind getting into the kitchen to cook up a fiery chicken at 9 PM or could almost pass a bad argument for an inevitable pothole of the weekly horoscope. Yes, it is that strongly a happy one.
2. Blue day : I call upon this color not with "blues" of life in literal sense, but with the mundane-ness of the shade. I subconsciously associate it with the more serious things in life such as school-and-tests, work-and-site, dictionaries-and-quizzes, airports-and-no-book and PMS-and a rain drenched me.
P.S : Yes Mondays, but not all of them. Not the ones when I can stay back home and (sick) in bed. Sometimes Sundays too.
3. Orange day : These are days are like unexpected white lilies delivered at the doorstep. Or, let's be more realistic, Flipkart parcels without COD. The maid arrives on time, the kid is less fussy about school, the mind works out a mental combination of what-to-wear. The remnants of sleep have left earlier than the snooze button, the hair gets shampooed and stays in place, the pressure cooker has boiled the chana-s to just the right texture, all within the same two hour window, that gives a pat-on-the-shoulder high. On this day, one wouldn't mind taking a Taxi to work or pamper the self with a salon appointment or two flavors of scoops at the same time. These days are like margharitas, they come with a wide circumference of indulgences.
Warning : They also come with narrow stems underneath and need to be delicately balanced. So, balance.
4. Green day : I detest the color most of the times. No, I love plants, mangoes and parrots. But days are not divine, so I shall excuse the mortal days from this unfair comparison. Otherwise, this color can be given a miss.
P.S : If I ever witness doomsday, I shall write more in this space.
5. Red day : A red day is any day that makes you hot on the grill, generously applies some chillies and makes sure those eyes of yours water like pepper sprayed! These are highly unpredictable, highly erratic days, they'll make one run from pillar to post searching, arranging, finishing, yet spilling, spoiling and soiling over and over again. It's like a finishing line that moves away with each step, missing three buses on the same route in a row, a mirage drying up at the halt of a thirsty traveler.
The cure :
(A) Some rocks and your poison. No, I do not mean suicide. If you do not follow what I mean, let's just quietly go to Plan B.
(B) Sleep. Not after the day is somewhat wrapped, but the minute you get a bed before you. Following (A) or not, this is the sure thing. If need be, fake illness and go under those sheets for a couple of hours. Set the alarm , if you must. And shut out the noise, the light and the conscience.
6. Violet day : A very busy day, but sorted, fruitful, packed and complete. It's bold, solid and is a non-complaining, peaceful coexistence of several hues, beautifully smoothed out. A violet day ideally should feel like reaching the finishing line and see Maa standing with a crusher of lemonade; you suddenly feel like running up to her, a notch faster. I love the fact that violet perfectly blends with her fellow-mates forming mauve, lavender, purple and the like. It's a versatile day that makes unexpected discoveries out of every effort made. And it goes appreciated, even envied upon, but never ignored.
Tips : Violet days are the rarest of all. These days will leave you neither happy, nor sad and far from being judgmental. It'll leave you content and confident. Therefore, it would be a decision as wise as a Magi's, to use it to the fullest for some self reward.
i. Eat a simple good dinner, but spare yourself the pains of preparing it; so just re-heat, fry or order, okay?
ii. Read yourself a light book to bed. I recently read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on one of such days.
iii. Buy some flowers or light the fancy scented candles your BF gave you three birthdays ago. Pocket friendly indulgence.
iv. As for parents, this is an ideal day to talk to children. I do not mean taxing your grey cells further and dig up algebra at the dinner table. Plain, talk. Just ask about school, or swimming class or the new song learnt. With satisfaction at the backseat, you are likely to cruise smoothly.
v. As for mothers, sing to you child. As for non-mothers, sing to any baby in the house, to sleep.
7. Friday : A day that starts with the anticipation of longer sleep the following morning. I used the color that popped into my mind. I leave you to choose yours.
This is usually any day before a holiday, when you are filled with an ant's energy to complete all on your platter, so that you can sleep late or party into oblivion and BBM can safely remain unanswered to corporate and personal pings. Friday is a feeling, not a definition. So I'll keep this para short and let everyone roll the scotch their own sweet ways!
P.S : All Saturdays. Fridays, for some. Even Thursdays, for the happier souls. Sundays, rarely. For the exact unexpected ones, look up the calender.
It's been a Friday today for me. Happy weekend to all. And find newer hues if you can!
Cheers :)
Moral of the story : No more days. And no more presumptions. Let them be colors, when there is already a predefined spectrum with undefined boundaries of the exact seven numbers to make my post easier.
1. Yellow day : Any day, I wake up to a beautiful grey, cloudy sky, will be named so.
I have a few good friends who define my heartache for rain, lovemaking and rain-&-lovemaking as a simple biological mating instinct of frogs. Frogs! Obnoxious, I know, yet I stick to the stand that clouds are the world's best aphrodisiac. The puff of a short glance stolen from the office window or the enormous high when I feel them against my bosom atop my terrace, the boisterous, nimbus beauties steal the heart away. I wouldn't say I totally ignore the light, white autumn clouds or the cotton spread outside an airplane window, but the robust rainclouds always remain a point ahead. The exact way you (doubly) wish on a "vegetarian" day eat-out that the Paneer butter masala was a Chicken one.
Yellow days are the harmless, good mood days of a week, when you don't mind getting into the kitchen to cook up a fiery chicken at 9 PM or could almost pass a bad argument for an inevitable pothole of the weekly horoscope. Yes, it is that strongly a happy one.
2. Blue day : I call upon this color not with "blues" of life in literal sense, but with the mundane-ness of the shade. I subconsciously associate it with the more serious things in life such as school-and-tests, work-and-site, dictionaries-and-quizzes, airports-and-no-book and PMS-and a rain drenched me.
P.S : Yes Mondays, but not all of them. Not the ones when I can stay back home and (sick) in bed. Sometimes Sundays too.
3. Orange day : These are days are like unexpected white lilies delivered at the doorstep. Or, let's be more realistic, Flipkart parcels without COD. The maid arrives on time, the kid is less fussy about school, the mind works out a mental combination of what-to-wear. The remnants of sleep have left earlier than the snooze button, the hair gets shampooed and stays in place, the pressure cooker has boiled the chana-s to just the right texture, all within the same two hour window, that gives a pat-on-the-shoulder high. On this day, one wouldn't mind taking a Taxi to work or pamper the self with a salon appointment or two flavors of scoops at the same time. These days are like margharitas, they come with a wide circumference of indulgences.
Warning : They also come with narrow stems underneath and need to be delicately balanced. So, balance.
4. Green day : I detest the color most of the times. No, I love plants, mangoes and parrots. But days are not divine, so I shall excuse the mortal days from this unfair comparison. Otherwise, this color can be given a miss.
P.S : If I ever witness doomsday, I shall write more in this space.
5. Red day : A red day is any day that makes you hot on the grill, generously applies some chillies and makes sure those eyes of yours water like pepper sprayed! These are highly unpredictable, highly erratic days, they'll make one run from pillar to post searching, arranging, finishing, yet spilling, spoiling and soiling over and over again. It's like a finishing line that moves away with each step, missing three buses on the same route in a row, a mirage drying up at the halt of a thirsty traveler.
The cure :
(A) Some rocks and your poison. No, I do not mean suicide. If you do not follow what I mean, let's just quietly go to Plan B.
(B) Sleep. Not after the day is somewhat wrapped, but the minute you get a bed before you. Following (A) or not, this is the sure thing. If need be, fake illness and go under those sheets for a couple of hours. Set the alarm , if you must. And shut out the noise, the light and the conscience.
6. Violet day : A very busy day, but sorted, fruitful, packed and complete. It's bold, solid and is a non-complaining, peaceful coexistence of several hues, beautifully smoothed out. A violet day ideally should feel like reaching the finishing line and see Maa standing with a crusher of lemonade; you suddenly feel like running up to her, a notch faster. I love the fact that violet perfectly blends with her fellow-mates forming mauve, lavender, purple and the like. It's a versatile day that makes unexpected discoveries out of every effort made. And it goes appreciated, even envied upon, but never ignored.
Tips : Violet days are the rarest of all. These days will leave you neither happy, nor sad and far from being judgmental. It'll leave you content and confident. Therefore, it would be a decision as wise as a Magi's, to use it to the fullest for some self reward.
i. Eat a simple good dinner, but spare yourself the pains of preparing it; so just re-heat, fry or order, okay?
ii. Read yourself a light book to bed. I recently read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on one of such days.
iii. Buy some flowers or light the fancy scented candles your BF gave you three birthdays ago. Pocket friendly indulgence.
iv. As for parents, this is an ideal day to talk to children. I do not mean taxing your grey cells further and dig up algebra at the dinner table. Plain, talk. Just ask about school, or swimming class or the new song learnt. With satisfaction at the backseat, you are likely to cruise smoothly.
v. As for mothers, sing to you child. As for non-mothers, sing to any baby in the house, to sleep.
7. Friday : A day that starts with the anticipation of longer sleep the following morning. I used the color that popped into my mind. I leave you to choose yours.
This is usually any day before a holiday, when you are filled with an ant's energy to complete all on your platter, so that you can sleep late or party into oblivion and BBM can safely remain unanswered to corporate and personal pings. Friday is a feeling, not a definition. So I'll keep this para short and let everyone roll the scotch their own sweet ways!
P.S : All Saturdays. Fridays, for some. Even Thursdays, for the happier souls. Sundays, rarely. For the exact unexpected ones, look up the calender.
It's been a Friday today for me. Happy weekend to all. And find newer hues if you can!
Cheers :)
I am in a perpetual blue day zone for the last few weeks mixed with some redness!
ReplyDeleteIt starts with a hue of yellow and a promise of rain. Yes, meant to be broken and broken too, he day rolls into blue. It's been a mundanely busy week for me.
ReplyDeleteThe colour of this post in refreshingly azure
ReplyDeleteThank you! <3 :)
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