Chronicles of weekend

It's getting unbearably hot by every passing day. And it's still April.
Earlier I quite didn't realize it's seriousness because my routine is to get into rickshaw then spend the day in AC and at the evening again return by rickshaw.
But today I had to go to Lamington Rd for some work. I was roaming the streets at 12 noon.
Thanks a million to the person who invented bottles. It is at moments like these when you learn to appreciate the beauty and importance of smaller things in life. Like bottles, water bottles. God how much I love them.

That's afternoon. I spent my morning at my dad's office repairing his computer.
The actual task took less than 5 minutes as I knew what was wrong with it.
It was the other things that ate up my time. To get that blasted CPU out of it's cabin, and to remove it's plastic cover, to put back the cover and most important put back the CPU in it's place. Too much of work. My PC at home is half open. All nuts removed. You only have to slide the cover and voila! One motherboard and components at your service. And besides it becomes even more difficult when people make a huddle around you as if you are a street juggler.

Later that day in evening I had plans with a friend. Pop Tates. Once every month. It is one thing that I never miss. But I cancelled the plan. When I told my friend about canceling the meeting he didn't speak for a few seconds. He was shocked to the core. He never expected such a thing from me. I swear I heard the words like traitor, betrayer even though he was silent. Sound of silence!!!
But the prospect of traveling for another 45 or so minutes was horrifying.
I just couldn't do it. I decided to spend my Saturday evening drinking water. And lots of it. That was my plan.
Instead I spent it with my couple of friends, roaming aimlessly for 4 hours.
Out of those 4 hours we spent 2 hours planning for Sunday lunch. Where do we want to go?
Let's go here, no let's go there instead. There is this place I heard about let's try there.
In the end we all came to conclusion that it's better to have lunch at our own respective places.

Later that night I saw Bangladesh stunning South Africa. What the hell is wrong with Bangladesh? Don't they know how to respect the elders? I wasn't even watching the match at the beginning. Animax was a better choice. But then later I had to. I guess every plan for the day was meant to go for a toss.

After such an eventful Saturday, Sunday was bound to be anti-climactic. I was sleeping for half day. And other half I can't remember. Where did that go? I still can't figure out.

Anyway, hopefully you all had better weekend.
Ciao!!