Thursday, September 28, 2006

Saturday night

Hey, man I’m alive I’m taking each day and night at a time
I’m feeling like a Monday but someday Ill be Saturday night

Long long ago, in the coastal city of Vizag, when I was still a kid I had a love hate relationship with Saturdays. I loved them because of the promise it held: no school the next day and pure unadulterated fun time. I hated them because it is another day at school and it was the worst compared to the other five. The classes began at 830 in the morning and continued till 130 in the afternoon with just one measly ten minute break in between. That’s a lot education and gyaan crammed into one session. Our school wasn’t so hep and happening that Saturdays were declared holidays. I bet they would have taught us on Sundays too. Thank Jesus for creating Christianity and the Sunday church along with it! (Our school was run by some missionaries. Catholic, I think.) There was nothing much we could do but wait for the new month and the second Saturday it brought along. Five day week remained a distant dream.

But things changed when the ICSE board decided that studying on Saturdays is inhuman and mandated our school to adopt the five day week standard. This was around the same time they decided that it is inhuman to test students on three years worth of material and bifurcated syllabus was introduced. And so started the best days of our lives and the worst for my parents. Five day week – WooHoo!

The powers-that-maybe must have decided that happiness has to be cyclical. Goddammit. The board of intermediate education of our state was of the opinion that more we study, the more engineers that the state can proudly produce. (At last count AP produced 100,000,001 engineers and I am not the one at the end of those zeros) So we were back to six day week again. The only difference is that there was not much education happening in these sessions. It was around this time, I heard that IITs have a five day week and that was enough to motivate me. I endured the huge books written by Morrison and Boyd, I ventured into the big bad world of Irodov and banged my head with Tata McGraw Hill and its complex math problems. All in the hope of regaining my five day week paradise.

The first two years were pretty good. But, as I mentioned before about the powers-that-maybe, nature struck back with a vengeance. Chennai had a super duper hot summer and there were no rains and the tam Govt. fought with the mighty Gults. All of these culminated in the severe shortage of water in Chennai. Whatever little was available was used up in making sambar. So our college decided to shorten the term and hence had to start classes on weekends too. There goes my happiness into a downcycle again. I decided that I had enough of college and it was high time I started working and earn some serious dough on my own. I took up a job in Bombay and it turned out to be a six day job. They should mention these things in font size 72 and bold it and place it on the first page of the agreement. Damn you, bloody fine print!

After having one year of six day weeks, I decided to go back to college for an MBA. I heard that B-schools are damn cool and hep and all that jazz, so they ought to have five day week, right? Nooooooo. Not the college that I got into! My college wanted to be known for its academic rigor and the board decided that the best way to achieve it is…yes…you guessed it right: A bloody six day week pain in the ass, kick you in the crotch and spit on your neck and grueling schedule. In the second year, they didn’t spare the Sundays too. Where was Jesus when I really needed him?

After two years at college, I took up another job and this time I will be earning serious dough. It is a six day week job. I guess this must be the only corporate which follows this system. But who am I to crib. They are paying me more than enough to compensate for what they have taken away from me. I sold my soul to the devil himself.

But all that is going to change soon. Very soon.

Someday I will be Saturday night.

6 Comments:

Blogger Ms. V said...

Hahahahahahahaha!!!

Just what I need to read after a hard day at college!!!! :D

29/9/06 1:56 AM  
Blogger Ms. V said...

*I needed to read*

29/9/06 1:56 AM  
Blogger Saip said...

Glad to be of service ma'am :)

29/9/06 11:31 AM  
Anonymous antrix said...

Come to Singapore.. 5 days, always :-)

Nevertheless, the weekend still feels short :-(

3/10/06 7:34 PM  
Blogger Saip said...

I was very much tempted to come to singapore da. there was an opening there. but decided that it wasnt what i really wanted to do. some hedge fund stuff.
well, with my new job and possible five day weekends, i got more time to kill. a slow painful death :)

4/10/06 11:31 AM  
Blogger Saip said...

Oooops. five day weeks. not weekends.

4/10/06 11:31 AM  

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