Where O Where do the weekends go?

It’s one thing to start a blog, quite another to sustain it. That’s my takeaway from the last few days’ neglect of this space. I mean, it’s great when you actually start writing, but before that, it takes loads of motivation for a lazy Virgo to get down to brass tacks (or to her laptop, as the case is).

Anyway, to recap. I’ve had a hectic week at work. And to top it, there are social commitments over the weekend as well! Why O why do people have to want to see me? Or to invite me to any important occasions in their life? Or wish to break bread or sip coffee with me?

Maybe I should indeed consider the reclusive life up in the Himalayas. Maybe I could paint or start a tiny patisserie on that pretty Mall Road in Mussoorie (actually, no – I can’t bake pots. Or bake anything else, for that matter).

I know! I could always teach English to kids in a monastery or write a book or something. Maybe I will, sometime soon.

Meanwhile, don’t get me wrong – I love having friends. As a close friend put it, “There are so many men whose minds I would like to mate with!” In my case, this extends to minds both male & female. I love the process of collaboratively creating pointless stories, endlessly debating issues of national and international importance (such as, the ‘love’ story of Napoleon & Josephine), and so on. Only thing, it should all be on good ole’ gtalk. Guess I do really belong to the nerdy, boring, wired generation.

Here’s the thing though. I love to spend time with almost all these people once I actually get there. Before that, however, it just seems like a chore to me (no, make that a Chore). The showering, the getting-dressed, the planning-what-to-wear…everything!

My ideal weekend will be one spent in a mountain range full of easy peaks to scale, which allows me plenty of solitude and greenery. There’s only one caveat: I should be magically transported to said place with no planning, packing or effort required at my end. Such things don’t really happen, do they? *Sigh* More’s the pity!

So, things being as they are, this weekend finds me gearing up to attend a friend-cum-colleague’s wedding all the way in Powai. Before that, there’s the mandatory salon visit lined up. And of course The Draping Of The Sari. Which is one process so utterly beyond me that I always need mommy to help me out. But tonight, that’s gonna be problematic too – she’s got a work meeting to attend and is likely to leave me high and dry (or alone and frustrated with 6 yards of shimmery, slippery and spinning-out-of-control fabric!) Sob!

To make it worse, N has declined an invitation to be my escort for the evening (yes, again! After years of wooing me, is he now playing hard-to-get or what?!).

Anyway, so let’s see now. I have no inclination to visit the salon on such a HOT afternoon, no one to dress me & no one to drive me in style to the venue and back! No wonder my mind is working out ways to avoid the whole thing altogether. Fall sick? Be honest, tell the truth, and back out gracefully? Tell the boss I won’t be there coz there’s no way I’m coming back alone so late? (A liberated, independent woman like me!) As always, I’m lost.

But somewhere deep within, I know I am gonna go today. Else, every time we’re out taking a post-lunch walk and she talks about her Big Day, I will feel about as big as my ‘Reasons for not making it’ are, today. Ah well, not such a good idea being a nice person, is it?

So that’s decided then. I am going. Somehow. Just called the salon lady to come over to my place instead. At least that’s one Chore off my mind.

But this is just Saturday! Tomorrow I have a brunch plan with S as well as a lunch date with D. There goes all my eagerly-awaited weekend 😦 

So, did I tell you A called? She tied the knot less than a month ago and is now back from her honeymoon in Italy. The hour-long phone call culminated in the setting-up of a lunch date. Well, that takes care of next Saturday then…

Update: Didn’t go. Nope, just did not.