India, Feb. 21 -- Sundays, I dread. For me, they are an unmitigated bane. Few are likely to agree with this, barring some fellow "super seniors". Members of that fragile community know what I mean. Their experience of this most unkind day of the week has to be the same as mine. But most other readers of this column, the yet-to-become-senior majority of this column's readers, will say, "Who the hell cares? If he dreads Sundays, let him drown himself in one."

This is a reader-reaction I have imagined, but it is surely real. Which reader of a Sunday morning newspaper will want to feel gloomy? Oldies are not for Sundays, nor Sundays for them. But the sun-kissed, young "under-sixties" - the Goldies -- are. They are for Sundays, and Sundays fo...