When everyone was fast asleep on a lazy Saturday morning, I had to get up and get ready. Get ready for a horrendous day ahead, for painstakingly boring lectures all day. Every Saturday morning I cursed everything that was responsible for me going to the class and also everything that was not. I was counting my days. The only time I remembered god on a dreadful Saturday morning, I wished that this unwanted sequence of events comes to an end. SOON.
Now, god has answered my prayers. I’ve passed the 7th semester of my MS degree. Now I’ve to make a dissertation project in the 8th semester which does away with the need of classes. I am on my own. Now I can sleep late on those “lazy Saturday mornings”. But I invariably get up early. And gosh…!! There’s something I still curse early on a Saturday morning. I want to get up and get ready. But for what…?? Boy never even in my wildest dream did I thought I would actually MISS those days, those MS classes. Before I knew, the Saturday class had become an integral part of my Saturday routines.
Now that it has ended, I realize that it was not just Saturday class. It was a way of life. It was an occasion to meet friends. It was my chance to be a university student amidst the corporate world. It was my chance to flaunt the new flashy watch, new rugged jeans, new fashion slippers, which I could have never done on other days of the week. It was the day when we, the MS student (fondly called WASEians), were in majority. It was not the regular day when WASEian was lost amongst ‘regular employee’, when he was looked down, made fun of. It was the day when we ruled the campus. We could look down on any ‘unfortunate’ employee who was in office to work on Saturday. We could say without saying that “see, we are better being a WASEian than to be working on weekends”. Saturday was our date with past college days. We could bunk classes again. We could sleep or read novels or play games in lectures again. We could sit on the stairs and comment on anyone passing by, again. We could do the ‘bird watching’ again. ;)
All the friends who were busy with work, who were inaccessible all through the week would come together. Plans for movies, tours, picnics were made. It was time we could catch up with life. It was the time we could exhale everything we inhaled during the week. Tussle with manager, missed onsite opportunity, biased behavior against WASEians, latest crush… phew… it was time we recharged our batteries and get ready to burn them for the coming week.
Never did I realize that all this has been embedded in my life cycle. What I used to do then, actually was not cursing, it was fun. It was memories under construction. But, like many things in life, I realize the value only when its gone, and like all good things in life, it had to come to an end.
It’s been some time since I said a “hello” to the friend I used to share the seat with, in the class. It’s been some time since I saw the face of the girl, who used to light up my day in the class. It’s been some time since I drove to the campus on a peaceful Saturday roads. It’s been some time since I woke up early and got ready on a lazy Saturday morning. It’s been some time since is “lived” a Saturday.
Boy…!! I miss it.
Now, god has answered my prayers. I’ve passed the 7th semester of my MS degree. Now I’ve to make a dissertation project in the 8th semester which does away with the need of classes. I am on my own. Now I can sleep late on those “lazy Saturday mornings”. But I invariably get up early. And gosh…!! There’s something I still curse early on a Saturday morning. I want to get up and get ready. But for what…?? Boy never even in my wildest dream did I thought I would actually MISS those days, those MS classes. Before I knew, the Saturday class had become an integral part of my Saturday routines.
Now that it has ended, I realize that it was not just Saturday class. It was a way of life. It was an occasion to meet friends. It was my chance to be a university student amidst the corporate world. It was my chance to flaunt the new flashy watch, new rugged jeans, new fashion slippers, which I could have never done on other days of the week. It was the day when we, the MS student (fondly called WASEians), were in majority. It was not the regular day when WASEian was lost amongst ‘regular employee’, when he was looked down, made fun of. It was the day when we ruled the campus. We could look down on any ‘unfortunate’ employee who was in office to work on Saturday. We could say without saying that “see, we are better being a WASEian than to be working on weekends”. Saturday was our date with past college days. We could bunk classes again. We could sleep or read novels or play games in lectures again. We could sit on the stairs and comment on anyone passing by, again. We could do the ‘bird watching’ again. ;)
All the friends who were busy with work, who were inaccessible all through the week would come together. Plans for movies, tours, picnics were made. It was time we could catch up with life. It was the time we could exhale everything we inhaled during the week. Tussle with manager, missed onsite opportunity, biased behavior against WASEians, latest crush… phew… it was time we recharged our batteries and get ready to burn them for the coming week.
Never did I realize that all this has been embedded in my life cycle. What I used to do then, actually was not cursing, it was fun. It was memories under construction. But, like many things in life, I realize the value only when its gone, and like all good things in life, it had to come to an end.
It’s been some time since I said a “hello” to the friend I used to share the seat with, in the class. It’s been some time since I saw the face of the girl, who used to light up my day in the class. It’s been some time since I drove to the campus on a peaceful Saturday roads. It’s been some time since I woke up early and got ready on a lazy Saturday morning. It’s been some time since is “lived” a Saturday.
Boy…!! I miss it.
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