I am a workaholic to the core, and that?s why unlike most other people, I?m not particularly fond of the weekends. In fact, while I enjoy Saturday evenings a lot, as far as I am concerned, Sundays are the dullest. I love weekdays when you have so much to do and it?s show time in my profession. So it?s usually about dressing up and meeting people. Sundays are holidays by compulsion because on that particular day, there is no work for me. My checklist which says what appointments I have everyday, is completely blank on a Sunday.

Growing up, since I was the only child, my parents would spend the whole of Sunday with me. My father would ensure that I sat down with my studies and it was also the day when my hair used to be oiled thoroughly. But there were also those occasional Sundays when we used to go out for picnics and that used to be very nice.

These days, on Sunday afternoons, I love attending polo matches. But I don?t belong to that category of people who haunt these matches because they want to be watched. I am genuinely a polo freak. After a lazy Sunday lunch, I love to see the green grass, the horses and the players in action.

When I am in Delhi, I love driving down to my friends? farmhouses, or to Agra and Jaipur. Just recently, I went for a picnic to India Gate with my friends, all prepared with a pink hamper with cheese, sandwiches and chips. We had a very nice afternoon.