Its Friday evening...

Friday evening, 6:04pm (Nov 3rd)

Its Friday evening – the time is 6:05pm and I cant help but see outside. The weather is cool, with the wind gods promising of another torrent of showers. Its all grey outside. I can see the parking lot from where I stand and I see enthusiastic co-workers hastily exchanging “Good bye’s” and “Have a great weekend” notes to each other, before rushing to their vehicles to zoom away from the clutches of corporate life.

It’s Friday evening, and the time seems to have stopped. Even if it hasn’t, it appears to be dragging. Another two hours to go before freedom sets in. I can already smell the sweet scents of the oncoming weekend. There is so much to do, catch up with all the lost sleep, watch endless hours of TV (there is this final match between Australia and West Indies on Sunday), read the last 6 chapters of “Mediocre but Arrogant” (what would happen to our lover boy – Abbey, would he get back his lost love, would the two re-unite), get back to eating some regular home food (instead of those unhygienic, junk snacks) and yes going out for a long drive. So much to do, yet so little time. SATURDAY COME SOON.

It’s Friday evening, am so scared that the Saturday would come. God forbid the weekend to start. Saturday would go away in sleeping until the afternoon, lazing in the bath tub, diving into some hot food, lazing in the living room couch trying to find some interesting channels (sheesh, there is nothing interesting at all, god knows how ppl at home survive the afternoons during the week). OK – nothing on TV but atleast I could catch up with some afternoon snooze. Well that was something that I always wanted to do especially after that (sluggish) midnoon meals at office and me trying to keep my eyes awake staring into the monitor. But what the heck, try as I might my eyes simply refuse to co-operate with my thoughts. Hey its already 5 o clock, time for tea and gossip. Yummy tea but no gossip. Mom wants to go the temple, dad is busy praying. Who cares, lets go for a spin. But then where to go. The beach would be crowded, movie halls would be houseful, tired of going to any eat outs, wouldn’t want to disturb any of my friends as they wouldn’t want to get disturbed. OK – forget about going out, lets stay indoors, there is this book to read but wait I would read it before sleeping, my cupboard looks so messy and dirty but I would definetly clean it up next week. Gosh – its already 7pm and its so dark outside, mom is busy warming up dinner and insisting that we finish our dinner asap. Well she has got her serials to watch. That means – no TV. Mom ????

Its Friday evening, its now 6:20pm and as Friday slowly proceeds to dusk, so does Saturday in my mind. Well as much as I pray that Saturday never comes, there is nothing concrete that I have to do and regret for little time being available.

Its Friday evening, well so what if Saturday was a disaster, there is always a Sunday to cheer you up. But whatz this, everything is so messy, the maid servant has decided to play truant, mom is all upset and complaining that her family is not co-operating. Why have you switched off the fan, I want to sleep for some more time. Mom is all complaining that I am always sleeping and dad is always busy only with the newspaper. A frustrated dad picks up the broom and starts to brush the cobwebs away. Finally his age overcomes him and he comes up to me, smiles and promptly hands his weapon over. I am all sweating, all cranky by the time it all gets done. Decide to wash it away with a good long bath but mom complains that the towel has to be washed as well. What the heck ? I come out only to find that I have to dry the clothes from the washing machine. Why have you washed all the bedsheets and pillow covers, mom ? There is hardly any place to dry them. Mom comes out and shouts that I don’t even know to do this much, ends up in re-hanging the clothes. What the heck, its going to soon start raining and would need to dry them inside. Oh my gosh, its 1pm already, lunch wouldn’t be ready until another hour. Mom declares that she is not a superwoman. Ting tong – oh my god, here comes dad’s brother with his family. Its been such a long time they met. Mom starts fuming and grumbling beneath all those smiles – Lunch is not even ready. And I have not made any extra food. There goes my Sunday…

Its Friday evening and the time is 6:35pm and as much as I wish that I want to get home and do so many of those things that I really want to do, nothing actually happens. But then there is atleast a Monday to look fwd to (what the heck am I saying???), atleast Monday mornings bring with them so many mails, fwds and attachments sent from friends all over. There is this prompt from orkut saying that someone (for whom you have the hots) has scraped a message in your scrap book. Well atleast there are mails to look at and attend and relish. Well Monday mornings are in a way better than all those jobless hours throughout the week where you painfully stare into your empty inbox hoping endlessly.

Its Friday evening and the time is 6:40pm and I wish it never ends only to wish that Monday comes soon. Hmmmmmmmmmm.........!!!

(Disclaimer note – All ideas, thoughts and words expressed above are blind confused thoughts of this author as he helplessly watched a good Friday evening being wasted in the office. Any resemblance to anyone (living or dead - including the author) in particular is purely coincidental and unintentional.)