Radhakrishnan wrote that 'the roots of all great thinking and noble living lie deep in life itself and not in the dry light of mere reasoning.' Really, all creative work in science and philosophy, in art and life, is inspired by intuitive experience. We all possess the intuitive capacities but few of us exercise it. In the exceptional minds it is well developed. For the exceptional minds all days of the week are Sundays. For the commoners like us Sunday comes only once in a week. When Newton saw the apple falling sitting in a garden, it might have been a Sunday. Or any other day which for Newton was as relaxing as a Sunday. ‘The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.’- wrote Frank Barron.

A genius is extremely sensibile to truth. Scientific discovery is more like artistic creation in its reaching out after new truth. Tyndall says about Faraday's electro-magnetic speculations that it is the outcome of spontaneous intuition and less a product of reasoning. It is a revelation. Newton’s law of gravitation, Higg’s God particle invention or Henri Poincare’s mathematical discoveries are as spontaneous as Mozart’s Sonata or Beethoven’s Symphony. These all seem to me Sunday activities when a region of blurred facts becomes suddenly lit up, illuminated and we discover the meaning which binds the facts and only on Sundays, I have an intuitive grasp on them.

Madness need not be all breakdown. It may also be break-through- as it happened in the case of Newton, Higgs, Poincare, Mozart or Beethoven. Plato himself suggests that creative thought is a kind of madness sent upon men by the gods and all great things are done by the prophets at Delphi and Dodona only in their moments of madness, better call it a Sunday mood. ‘We all know that their idea is crazy. But the question is whether it is crazy enough.’ – said Niels Bohr.

Charles Lamb found the Sundays boring, as the London Streets were awfully silent on Sunday. There was none found on the book bazaar. Nowadays the malls are all thickly crowded on Sundays. People go mad in relaxing their moments. The Sunday revelers in the mall are also crazy but their craziness is rarely creative. Where are those crazy people gone who used to sing madly, dance madly in the village fairs in our childhood days? We used to see the magicians or the gymnasts or the wrestlers. They never went to Olympics. But we regarded them genius, though crazy. That Kolkata is lost. It is now a mega city. Kolkata has changed like other mega cities of the world. It is crazy on Sundays and the materialistic orgy of pleasure is unlimited. But the college street market of books remains closed on Sundays. This is painful. You will get Pizza, sandwich, icecream, cakes, and clothes, but no books to read.

People are gradually becoming less and less interested in reading books in this e-book age. Still some mad men are there who pass all their time in reading books. They do not use Internet, cell phones, or any electronic gadgets. They are the crazy people; they are the inventors. Some of them are rarely honoured and many of them die from poverty and starvation. Oscar Wilde’s interesting study of the genius in England and America can be the concluding point of this Sunday rambling. Wilde says, “In England, an inventor is regarded almost as a crazy man, and in too many instances invention ends in disappointment and poverty. In America, an inventor is honoured, help is forthcoming, and the exercise of ingenuity, the application of science to the work of man, is there the shortest road to wealth.’