23 years of existence.
23 years of monday blues.
Came kindergarten.. hell I was too small to know where I was headed. The only bits and pieces I remember is gorging on cerelac. I know its baby food but I used to love it then and I still love it now.
School was a constant juggle between exams, classes and swimming meets. Weekdays were packed with so many activities. There would be no breathing space at times. Even my saturdays were spent in the pool. My swimming coach made sure we practiced like dogs. Great sportsmen dont earn recognition without discipline. He'd say, "I want you all to do 50 laps full length today and 100 laps breadth wise. Finish it with 10 jumps and 5 dives". For the record, ours was a 25 metre pool. I guess you can understand by now Sundays were much looked forward to. The Monday blues were apparent then too.
College came and went like a breeze. MKOP and Annabelles, the popular discotheques then, ensured that I always skipped Monday lectures. On days I did manage to wake up on time, I had sleepy swollen eyes to do the talking and explain what I had been upto the previous night.
Compared to college, D School proved a night mare. Lectures took place thrice a week. People would say "Oh you're lucky! Only three days a week.. wow I wish I was in your place".
How I also wished then that they could have been in my place. The Monday to Wednesday lectures were like a boring black and white picture running in slow motion. The rest of the week my professors made sure that we had some 4-5 readings to give us company. Once my professor told me, "In D School you are supposed to finish reading 1-2 books in a week". Hello!! I am not a super human, even Einstein would pity me and my co-mates. The situation was worse here because it was absolutely necessary to attend classes. If you skipped one, you'd be lost forever. Damn! just when attendance was not compulsory anymore..
Post June 2007, I am a working professional now. Its great to be financially independent. It sure does put you in a different level. Now time is money. The fact that you are working for some company means that weekdays you cannot have time for you. Its been taken away and one is supposed to be as productive as possible. The saddest part is you cannot even afford to say no. There is no choice. You dont have a choice anymore. The boss doesn't care whether your wife died, or your car was hijacked by thieves, or the fact that you were stuck in a jam for hours, or you were out partying till late last night. 9:30 am sharp means 9:30 am sharp.
What has life come to? We don't even have the right to rule over own personal lives anymore. Although I do like what my very good friend told me the other day- 'On weekdays I am Mumbai's bitch.. but on weekends Mumbai is my bitch'. I guess that is one bright way to look at it. So with these thoughts in my head, I look forward to another productive week. Hope you guys have a great week too.
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