Lazy Afternoons

Phineas and Ferb just rocks, don't you think? (WARNING: Anti-P&F fans, skip these three paragraphs!) I somehow feel that it's just not fair to air P&F all through the year and make me wish for Summer every single rainy day.

They Rock!

But now that summer's here, I find myself saying this every day: "What to doo, what to doo... What to doo today?" (Phineas style.)
Now, I wish I could build robots, roller coasters and have my own circus. But most of all, I want my own pet platypus. (Yes, you heard me right!)
If I told this to my parents, the convo. would probably go like this*:

Me: Mom! Dad! I want a pet platypus!
Parents: A platypus? But why? Pets need a lot of caring, you know..
Me: That won't be a problem. It's a platypus. It doesn't do much..!
Parents: Ah..a lot like you, then. Personally, we don't think we can stand adding another animal into this zoo. Two is more than a handful, if you ask us.
Sis: Yeah, I know. I've had a hard time listening to them all day... If I had animals, I would get younger ones..
Parents: Hey!

Hm.. probably not a good idea. But apart from not having a pet platypus, I also happen to have nothing to do. In the afternoons; especially in the afternoons. And that's the whole problem. Looking around me, everybody seems to have something to do! Except me.

If you ask the bulls and cows and dogs and the platypuses in the neighborhood, they will have just one thing to say: "Sleep, dude!" (Provided I have a translator who understands Dog, Cow and Platypus).
Well, sleeping is definitely NOT in my agenda (for reasons which I will disclose later) and anyway I don't think animals have much else to do. At least, that's what I've inferred from watching the watchman's dog.

Or, I could imitate my sister. (Note: She isn't an animal. She is an extra-terrestrial being which landed in the maternity ward twelve years back when her spaceship failed. She's staying on because (a) Her spaceship isn't fixed yet, (b) she gets free food, courtesy: parents and (c) She is allowed to have unlimited access to the television) Yes, if you have read the bracket contents, you would've guessed it. I could spend the whole afternoon having my eyes glued to the TV screen and backside to the sofa seat, and shush-ing everyone who dares to talk in between. (Well, I would just shush. My sister would leave that person fearing for his/her life.)
Ah, probably the above sentence - enclosed in brackets - is reason enough why I can't be a TV-holic. Also, my house happens to have just one TV, and I would hate to feel endangered.

Probably the best option would be to curl up with a book (no, strike that; it's too hot to curl up) and, of course, read it. Which leads to the question - Why am I wasting time, talking about not doing anything when I can actually do something?. I honestly can't think of an answer to this, but maybe... this is what I should do... Make up speeches or posts on pointless topics to entertain (or eradicate) my readers.



Signing off,

(With a toast to productive summer afternoons)

Charu

*this conv. will take place (I can guarantee that) provided we have platypuses in abundance in Chennai, its population competing with that of stray dogs and crows.