The Saturdays are best spent wondering what to do on Sunday. If at all you have fixed your feeble wavering mind on to something solid to be done on Sunday, it is best to not celebrate unless your plan for Sunday is meant for celebration. A weak attempt at grasping the reality of your life and controlling would only end up in more misery, loathing and in worst cases, swearing.

Another attempt that the low and the uninitiated life forms of this universe do is to try to plan for the week ahead. Shani! Also meaning, pathetic is what the word comes to mind to describe these beings. The universe does not care if you deserve a good week ahead. It does not even care if at all there is a week ahead. If the universe decides to shut itself down for the weekend, then it does so. If it decides to shut itself down forever, assuming the word forever has any meaning, then it does so.

When the universe began its act, it did so out of no pre-cognizance. Such is the uncertainty of time and space that when you are at some place in this universe at some point of time, the next fraction of time, what you call the future, would become the present and lose all its significance from your point of view.  The space, which you occupy, would be obsolete, as the universe would expand itself to create more.

Nevertheless, I always end up enjoying my Sundays, because I never plan them or do I?