Monday, June 28, 2010

Stories of the Sabbath

Easily the best part of my ninety-minute bus commute to work is the stretch between the Sector-8 and Sector-11 bus stops. As the conductor announces the arrival at either, I’ve put Kane and Abel, Six Suspects and Two States down over the past week, for those precious few seconds I get to look at my school. One such early morning, I was mildly surprised to see no barrage of cycles in the stand. Between the (now) four buses, below the arch bearing the school’s name, the principal’s almost-ubiquitous car was also missing. I took a look at my watch, which showed the time to be quarter to eight. I wondered why the school would be so desolate so close to the opening time when the bus radio announced how the overnight rains had given Vizag a most pleasant Saturday morning. I recalled one-upping every kid in the township from any other school as ours had a five-day week, and felt sad I’d forgotten that very fact.

Even though it was always Sunday’s less-celebrated cousin for us school-goers, Saturday was most welcome as it heralded the dawn of the weekend: no getting up at seven, no sprints to avoid missing the bus, and best of all, (early in the new millennium) Premier League games. The absence of Power Zone on Cartoon Network and the ESPN School Quiz would dull the afternoon; nonetheless, not looking forward to the stern class-teacher’s rebukes early next morning made holy Sabbath a winner in its own category. Since Sunday would be an off-day for the parents (and would have Bournvita Quiz Contest in the morning, some new movie in the afternoon and a trip to Delhi, more often than not, in the evening), Saturday nights brought no fever, as the spectre of Monday Tests loomed ahead. All the same, the NTPC Club, as I hope the Scuttling Shuttler would corroborate, screened new movies in the auditorium on Saturday evenings.

Even the weekend harbinger changed quickly as school gave way to coaching after Class Ten. The unforgiving six-day week meant Sunday’s little brother was in no way different from the other five. Those same kids we’d been troubling with cries of “Saturday bhi school ja rahe ho?” for ten short years, were now slyly-grinning classmates. The worst part? The weekly tests from school which for so long had nurtured Monday morning blues (and for brief periods, Fridays and Tuesdays, too) had now decided to take over on Sunday, not only ruining the best day of the week, but killing Saturday evenings, too. Truly Black Sabbath.

The return of the two-day weekend in college couldn’t have been more welcome. I could once again pick on some poor ex-classmate who’d graduate on six-day weeks, and sleep in peace on Friday night (or in most cases, early Saturday morning) with no lectures or weekly tests to look forward to. The college weekend is a great leveller, as Sundays now can’t claim any bragging rights and too many times, I forget the distinction between the two days of the weekend.

Back home, in the summer holidays, I can’t distinguish between any days of the week, as I’m down sleeping or up eating no matter what Shani, Mangal or Shukra have in mind. This summer with the internship, whenever I do take the 400N that takes me past my alma mater, I realise why they love to say “Thank God, it’s Friday!”. I realise, I miss the good old Saturday.

7 comments:

Ahuja said...

And that is why i like reading your blog.. Just the right amount of nostalgia... :)

Anunaya Jha said...

I was taken back to my school. I miss those days, Murty. Do write more of such posts. I'll be eagerly waiting for them.

Vikesh said...

Don't remind of school days! I used to have a Chemistry (coaching) class at 5:30 in the morning 8-10 km. away from my place. I used to get up at 4:30 a.m. every morning including Sundays :( . And yeah, the Friday tests! I would rather wish Kites to my enemies than my 11th Standard.

Saagar said...

After taking 7 courses in the 4th term, I've come to realize how much I miss weekends. For it's now been 4 weeks since I got back to campus and I'm yet to have a day off. Ah, the good old days.

Murty said...

@ Aahuza and Anunya
Thankoo!

@ Bhikess
See, Sabbath Black, indeed. And is Kites really that bad? Bar Rajneeti, I'm off Hindi movies until I've seen Kajrare.

@ Leftoo
I can't begin to imagine you working hard seven days a week. Unless you're posing for a picture of that sort.

Murty said...

Oh, and how could I ever forget: This happened on a Saturday.

Vikesh said...

I haven't seen Kites. I've only heard it's pretty bad. I had to use a movie name and couldn't think of any other at that moment.