Saturdays were once a joyous occasion.........
It all started with one Saturday in 1980... (no point in hiding my age...it's out there on my profile and s even smsed saying "zee, i just saw your age on your blog profile and realised how old we all are"...a not so good mood followed...).....when I chose to make my entry by being born. What timing I tell you! The weekend's just started, the first few faces you see are in a good mood, no one's wearing office neckties and people can spend time cooing at your cute face cause no boss is waiting for them to show up!
During my growing up years, Joyous Saturdays took the form of days which started at noon (even if you woke up by 10 it was uncool to be out of bed before 12 lest people mistook you for a variety that don't value their sleep), it was spent far far away from books- it was a crime to touch your weekend homework before Sunday night- and it involved watching Mary Poppins on the VCR post some tracking of course cause it surely wasn't the first time I was seeing it you know!
Ok so for a short period of time in school, Saturdays did face a slight downside in popularity when my maths tutor decided that "Suchhurdays" was a better day to get cracking at those trig questions cause "all I needed was a little fresh mind". He soon learnt otherwise.....
Then worklife began and the importance of Saturdays increased manifolds! Friday evenings spent in a fury to avoid working over the weekend and the drive back home on Friday evenings demanded the window to be rolled down, music to be loud and phonecalls to plan the big day!
Saturdays spent watching VH1 Classics, showing songs you've grown up to, feeling depressed that your songs were now Classics and then getting your act together and going partying to feel young! The same old people, the same old jokes, the same old music, the same old clothes (for me)...net net a perfect evening!
Saturdays then turned into the one day when the boy couldn't give the I-live-too-far excuse to come see me!
And now, 27 years from that first joyous Saturday, here I am rotting in an office when the outside temperature is 30 degrees and the inside temperature is 50 degrees cause they don't want to switch on the air conditioning! And no boyfriend in town. And no dhinchak parties to go to. And no Mary Poppins DVD to entertain me when I get home. And the only song that's coming to my mind is that horrible Whigfield...Classic indeed!!