The day I spent alone at home....being highly lazy!!

It is pretty relaxing when you spend time with your own self the entire day. It’s a rarity that my parents or siblings leave me alone at home for the entire day, not because I’m like the lil kid in home alone movie, but because we hate staying apart for too long. I’ve had least bit of idea that they were all busy for the day, and I was being jobless (for sure). I was busy jogging and listening to a couple of Jing-bang numbers like Boyfriend by Ashlee Simpson at somewhere around 7 am and these kinda numbers are good when you go for a jog, you go bobbing the head like one-two-three-and-four and people around get a weird idea that it’s some sort of a neck exercise. Well, I’m bobbing to the rhythm uncles and aunties, you don’t get it. See I have the earphones plugged in. How would people in their 70’s or 80’s know that anyway? Back to my jog and bob mode. The best part of morning jogs is the Feeling of fresh morning wind blow in your face, and the mild sunrays that peek through the trees around and shines on your face like an orange glitter, splashing water over your face to wipe away the sweat after bobbingjogging, exchanging smiles with strangers who come for brisk walks and yoga. Day starts off nice.

I bid see ya’ll in the evening, blowing air kisses, and waved bye until the car sped outta my sight. Mom gave me a thousand instructions I hardly remember. And I’m sure she has an idea that not even half of what she said will be done by me. I’m sure she’ll understand my laziness. The day is mine, the house is mine, the roof is mine, the Teevee remote is mine, loud music is mine, and fun is mine. Wow. I know its morning, and ghosts don’t come outta their private hell in the mornings or afternoons. Do they? I don’t think so, really! I leaped on the stairs, climbed three at once, singing loudly, while my neighbor looks at me surprised. It’s okay to be surprised, to see me awake so early, leaping and singing on the stairs. That’s somewhat like an odd midnight for me, eight in the morning, yeah. I changed my sleep-late-wake-late schedule to sleep-early-wake-early sort of a thing. I feel HUMAN.

I always sleep without planning for tomorrow, so that my plans are steady in position and that they don’t turn out being the greatest disorder. When my plans are muddled I feel like they’re actually laughing at me. How rude. I got home after the jog, musical head bobs, blowing byes and kisses to my family, leaping on stairs and surprising my neighbor. I look at the family photo as soon as I enter the house because that was hung right on the opposite wall of the entrance door. We all look like we were flying down from heaven in that photo. Guys I’m gonna miss you for today, love ya’ll okay? Come back soon. That’s what I said and walked off to my room.

I checked the number of messages I had received in my phone. Everyone wishes me good morning. I don’t text back. If I did, then I know I’d do it the whole day. Got rid of my sneakers and jumped in my bed, hugged my bears. My teddy bears. Aw, I feel better. Much much better. After shower I venture in the kitchen. I heard someone say “STOP”. I stopped. Looked around. That’s how mom used to shout whenever I tried to enter the kitchen and she always told me not to do weird stuff around in the kitchen. Experiments are not supposed to be done here, she shoos me off. I cooked something that I always am better at, Pasta. I poured orange juice in one of my favorite and sentimental tumbler glasses. I turned the music on. LOUDER. I read the news, I grabbed a bite of pasta, supped on juice while James blunt sings louder for me this morning. You’re beautiful.

10:00 am – Burp. Enormous breakfast. Burp. The door bell jangles. I run to see who it is. I open the door slowly. My maid stands with a basket in her hand. She is a sweet lady. She’s been working for us since 10 years, she never changed. I don’t want her to either. I offer her less work today. She does the dishes, mops the floor and the rest of the day is a holiday for her. Pretty cheerful she looks. I managed to speak with her while she was working. I’m good at disturbing people when they’re busy. I wanted to know about how she runs her family by earning 5k per month. And also she has a beautiful grand-daughter who is, I think seven months old now. We spoke about her.

11:00 am – I sit down to write some of my thoughts. I scribble on the white sheets, tear it, make crumble balls and throw it on the floor. I write till my fingers hurt. I’ve finally managed to write some of the very close to my heart thoughts. Folded the sheets neatly and hid it in my Bible. I won’t be surprised much if mom reads it.

12:00 pm – I don’t like watching teevee so much. The normal health and food channels entertain me the best. The rest don’t keep me pleasantly occupied in anyway. But I decided to kill time for the day, see? So, I sat with a bowl of potato chips, held the remote in my hand like as though I’ve achieved some sort of a memento for breaking a record. Reminded me of the way danny and I fought, more worse than the wrestlers in WWE ring, for the remote (when we were kids). I always won. I knew how to CRY like a baby. I flipped channels. I almost successfully killed 45 minutes doing that. Nothing was straightly interesting with the teevee. And news? It wears me down.

12:45 pm – New text received. My phone kept vibrating the whole time I never realized. I replied to a few friends who were curious to know if I was alive and awake. I managed to hug my bears again. I rang up mom, to know what they were all up to. Having fun? I asked her lazily. Then added “without me”? She told me I was lucky to be under the roof, and told me she doesn’t like the sun.

1:15 pm – Door bell jangles again. I slid my phone shut and ran to see who it was. The courier guy asks me so many unwanted questions and later realizes he was at the wrong door. I shout at him “Thanks for the inconvenience” a lil louder than usual. He walked off feeling self-conscious and red-faced. He should be. I hate opening the door so many times, being curios like a curious investigator to know who’s dropping by.

1:30 pm – I’m back to my playlist. Volume was a lil under control now. The fray sings how to save a life. I sing along especially these lines “Hoowwww to saivveee a liffee..” louder than what was playing in the background. I dial a number of a restaurant I know that makes yummy food here (sometimes) and ordered Chinese. And Coke please. I can’t survive without coke.

2:30 pm – I take a nap. Wake up at 3:30 when my phone kept singing “You’re my honey bun, sugar plum, pumpi-umpi-umkin”… I wake up answering the phone. To my annoyance it was an advertising call from Vodafone. I disconnected. The phone buzzed immediately. My bestie calls me to tell me about the new hot stuff happening in her life. She’s happy. I’m happy for her too. We giggled, talked a ton of crap, giggled, complained, and giggled. It went on and on.

4:00 pm – I went downstairs to check if I’ve got any letters. No letters in the mail. I ran upstairs after a small conversation with another neighbor who wanted to learn about my future plans. People of my apartment bore me. They like to know what I will be in the future. Not what I am right now? Jobless. Unfair.

4:30 – I read stuff online. Facebook updates. Notifications. My god. What an addiction.

5:00 – Unexpected plan pops up with friends. And I get ready. All girly. With colorful bands in my head and wrists. I meet my friends. Talk. Laugh. Giggle. Eat. Talk talk talk.

8:00 pm – Back home. I play the music too low this time. I feel my eyes too heavy. I doze off.

9:00 pm – Mom has the spare keys. They’re back. I could hear the loud voices around. I woke up and thought I’m back with the lovable crowd. I wake up and managed to sit on the arm chair drowsily near my PC, rubbing my eyes and trying hard to look at what song was playing from the playlist, as the volume was too low. Mom sits on my bed to hear my stories; I tell her the boring stuff I did the entire day also told about the tiny fun with friends in the evening.

She held a white paper with something written on it, in her hand and asked “You forgot about this?”…

I looked at the list of to do things mom handed over to me while I was busy blowing kisses at them waving bye in the morning. In the back of my mind I say “Oh shucks”. I make multi-innocent faces at mom. I punch the volume LOUD to avoid mom’s tiny-cute-avoidable-lecture.

If I were a boy (by beyonce) plays in the background.

Mom makes a face. I know what she meant by that. She meant “You lazy lil brat”. She adds another to do list to it and gives it to me. I’m punished I thought *Burying my head in hands*