“Let’s goto a movie this weekend? How about a long drive? How about a get together? How about meeting for drinks?” – Weekends hold a lot of promise. Every Monday starts with a longing only to end on Fridays in feverish anticipation for the two day reprieve. But, what actually happens on the weekend? We oversleep (after all we slogged through the entire week, didn’t we?), laze around and spend 3/4 of Saturday trying to figure out which is the best way to spend the day. But, by the time we make the decision, it is Saturday evening. And, then suddenly our sleeping mind wakes up from slumber and reminds us of all the chores that need to be done that day. What then happens is – depression kicks in. We waste some more time choosing between responsibility and fun.
But, things need to get done. So, we’ll push ourselves and finish them (’cause Sunday is a public holiday and no offices are open, and anything that involves an establishment needs to get done that day). We’ll eat that frog. And, if lucky enough, we’ll be left with some time to catch-up with friends and party. But, if you are like me who has to travel from one end of the city to the other to get work done, or are involved in any time consuming activity, you’ll be left with no time. Saturday is gone. We get back to bed disappointed.
We wake up on Sunday to the painful fact that it’s going to be Monday in another 24 hours. So, some among us try to live on Sunday as if it’s the last day in their life, cramming with so much to do, that even ‘relaxing’ to them, becomes a task to be ticked off. If this is one breed, there are others who wake up and slouch before the TV with a ‘wasted-Saturday’ hangover, flipping through channels, hoping for distraction to make them forget that monday is round the corner and that the weekend is already screwed. If they succeed in finding a distraction, good, they’ll be occupied for sometime and only come to terms with the fact only before bedtime. But, if after hours of searching, they don’t, they decide to take matters into their own hands; avoiding the decision paralysis that crippled them the day before, they immediately jump into action. But, given the time constraint, they are only left with an option to tackle something small near-to or around the house. The feeling of emptiness and failure when they goto bed is inescapable.
All we can recollect on a Monday is that we were at work on Friday and that we are back to work again. Conspicuously, two days between them are missing.
Who stole the weekend, dear reader?
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