Amongst the breezy winds, the rain was starting to faintly tease my eyelashes as I looked up at the sky. It was just right. The clouds were playing peek-a-boo in their own juvenile fashion, the hue at the lining of each cloud merged with the one beside it. It was all too good.

The day was well spent planning the perfect weekend. The much-awaited birthday bash was finally coming in a week! The excitement was starting to turn into fanaticism, especially of whose birthdays were approaching! It’s like performing. The rehearsal will always be more memorable than the show, a little more at least. It was much too obvious that we had been planning this for very long and the bottle of anticipation was getting pressured inside a little more by the day, only to make the loudest bang on the special day.

I look outside my window, and the winds seem to have had an adrenaline rush, because they have gotten more frenzied than when they were first mentioned. It’s still all too good. The sight outside, the miscellaneous music from my ipod and the excitement, yes the excitement of next week to come. Call me crazy. Call me silly. When it comes to birthdays, I am overly hyper, energized and keyed up, whether it’s my birthday or my friend’s. It’s that one day I own and that one day that I love to share…


COUTNDOWN TO BIRTHDAY: 7 DAYS

Its 3 pm on a clear, sunny Saturday afternoon and I am at home enjoying a delightfully hilarious movie; a good laugh uplifting an already relaxing mood. The movie has the most straightforward plot radiating back an easy-going mood. For me, at the moment, every day is a Sunday and I can proudly say that I have seen a significant share of all the movies ever made, with a few exceptions of course.

For the time being, I’ve being enjoying my summer like there’s no tomorrow; no worries, no responsibilities, no duties. More like an unemployed, who does not care about getting a job!

Ordering dishes to be made according to my mood and taste, catching up on a long lost sleep, watching songs, advertisements, chat shows, interviews, documentaries and music videos are all some of my daily doings. And who doesn’t like being pampered at home, even though in my case it’s more of asking to be spoilt rather than getting so by the will of others. I get up relaxed, spend the day laid-back and am back to bed planning another day of being unperturbed.

My 24-hours work a little behind schedule as I wake up when the sun is yawning in midday and I sleep when I can almost hear the birds getting ready for another day. Even so, I do not let the easy going routine get me lackadaisical. I write, I surf and watch Discovery until I realize the series start to be repeated after a cycle. Then there’s the evening when both my parents come home from work and I spend quality family time with them. Then, its all about the walks with daddy, eating some or the other munchies outside, from snacks to shakes and smoothies, and then finishing the day with a family talk time at home. Then when my parents are asleep, I go to my room, turn on my laptop and yak with friends who are waiting to tell me about their own day.

When the day finally fades and the sky is wrapped with a black glossy wrapper tightened with a ribbon made of stars, we know night has set in.

I am a total night person. I absolutely love waking up late nights chatting, watching television or even writing blogs and my favorite place is sitting right next to the balcony. The glass doors let me look out and fall in a web of wonders. As I evaluate my day I look down at tiles of my veranda, when I think about tomorrow I look at the city in its eyes and as I dream about my future, I gaze at the stars trying to make a secret settlement with them. Watching the city sleep, I smile because according to me this is the best time for me to reflect upon myself and aspire for the coming tomorrow.

No question there are more night-ers, as I call them, out there like me and sometimes I wish we could all come together and just talk because I know there is so much to tell, so much to listen to and so much to share and one of the ways to communicate with them indirectly, is by radio. The nightly on-air shows get me really keyed up. First of all I love the enthusiasm of the RJ’s. Their vivacity and exuberance captures the night, all in their voices. Secondly the gossips, chit-chats, and tête-à-tête with the youth are exciting for all of us to listen and relate to. After all we all have our own stories to tell don’t we and we all love to eavesdrop on others’ lives. The embarrassing moments, the ones where your heart skips a beat, the small and big secrets from parents all automatically add ecstatic vibes to the already jovial ambiance and why not, after all the purpose is to set and uphold the zesty mood.

Just like the day brings back responsibilities, pressures, commitments and schedules, night soothes down the soul and where some of us ask to sleep it all of, others like me want to hold hands with night and unwind. So come out all you night-ers and chill out, after all the night is still young.


CHEERS.
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