We often evolve and change over time. But some things remain the same. I noticed that something I had penned down a couple of years ago is as applicable today as it was then…
After a gruelling week during which I had to undergo a training in the morning, have a quick bite in the afternoon for the mere purpose of sustenance, slog through the afternoon trying to make sense of ubiquitous lines of code that demanded to be put in logical sequence, attend client calls in the evening and report the status of my work and pose questions on the next day’s tasks, and finally start working again to try to complete the day’s tasks and prepare for the unmatched repetition of the next day, I found respite in the Friday. TGIF, as they say !!!
Thus, after five gruelling days of hard work, I found some time for myself, to dismiss the idea of work and indulge in myself. After all, the weekend is as much a necessity for me as oxygen. It began pumping on the most wonderful day of the week – Friday. It is truly wonderful because it brings with it a lot of plans, sentiments and anticipation. I’ve noticed that what seems so boring on a Mundane Monday does not seem so on a Frolicking Friday. Work gets done remarkably quickly, productivity levels shoot up, sincerity takes precedence over laxity and procrastination is almost thrown out the door. People begin to transform on a Friday, apparently.
I also observed that people are much jollier on Fridays than on any other working day. Perhaps it has to do something about the dress code, which in most IT companies, allows smart casuals or business casuals on Fridays, instead of the business formals for the rest of the week. Or perhaps it has to do something about the arrival of the weekend that people find merrily welcoming. Or perhaps it is just an internal body clock that rewards people for working hard for the previous four days. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I love being in the jolly mood of a Friday. It is an adrenaline-pumping atmosphere worth soaking in as the weekend beckons and offices are emptied at record-setting pace.
Once out of the office though, everyone is like an unleashed animal. Plans get materialised quickly and bars get filled sooner. Once the weekend begins, everyone has his or her own thing to do. The weekend begins and all official work gets postponed to Monday.
Once the weekend begins, individual plans come to the fore. But one nagging thought that haunts most people, I’m sure, is that the weekend is just way too short, compared to the rest of the week. There is so much to do over the weekend and so little time. How can 48 hours of a weekend be justified for 120 hours of the work week !!! That is a highly skewed ratio. I wish The Almighty listens to the prayers of millions and makes the HR people change the work week to four days, extending the weekend to three. Wow, wouldn’t that be fun !!!
But even in the 48 hours of the weekend, there is so much to do. I feel that I want to do a lot of stuff but towards the end of the weekend, I feel like all I’ve done is sleep and relax. I somehow never seem to find the time to do what I really want to do. Sometimes, even if I indulge in myself, I don’t find it gratifying enough to be able to say that it was a thoroughly enjoyable weekend with no regrets. There is always something that I wanted to do but could not or did not. Something always remains unfinished and unfulfilled. But I believe this holds true for most of us. Most of us have a lot of plans for the weekend but we almost end up skipping or failing to do some of those, leaving us with a tinge of regret and plans for the next.
Now, as I complete doing something that I want to do, write, I stare straight into the future. This fine Sunday evening mocks me with a grin of devilish derision as I give up, helplessly, to the power of time. The weekend is drawing to a close and all I can do about it is surrender myself to another week of monotonous drudgery of work. The dark, long tunnel of the work week is about to begin and I’m entering it at bullet speed.
But then, at the end of the tunnel is the tiny speck of light. That speck of light is my saviour. It is the much-awaited weekend that I will cherish the next time. There is a glimmer of faith in my heart that tells me that the same power of time that takes you to the Monday will also bring you to the Friday and the weekend.
As they say, all good things come to those who wait…and wait I shall.