Sunday, October 08, 2006

DAY 0

Friday evening.

The class ended with a smile on my lips. And the teacher wishes all of us to have a great weekend.

My lips pursed. For one thing, teachers back home never wish you a great weekend. There is no concept of a weekend, where you take time off 'work' for some 'fun'. In college, we were having the fun almost all the time. And the job we were pretty much working all the goddamn time. But Grad School in USA, the weekend comes in regularly and right on time.

And this time too, it did!


I somehow, felt the more appropriate reaction is to jump with joy - "Yahoo!!! its weekend time. Let's Rock on...". But instead, I was standing as a rock. The pressure of a long intimidating weekend looms large over me. I am all clouded. I wish everyone goodbye consciously trying to wade off any questions around <"Hey, wassup for the weekend, man?"> topic.

I couldn't stop myself from asking the question though. I mean, what should be really up this weekend? For one thing, I don't like to indulge into course work or research when its "fun" time. Good thing. Yeah, "No work" is a brave resolution to kick start the weekend.

Walking back home on a friday evening in the university campus is a pleasant thing I get to do. Everybody is in this sense of hurriedness, though not like the monday morning's rush, its usually a mixture of the excitement and the anxiety about how coming weekend would go? They have got plans and importantly, they have got cars. Now thats a weekend. 'Hey, Early days as a grad student ain't as affordable to have motorized kinda fun' I justify myself. Everybody's fleeing the workplaces to get home - get ready to catch up a movie with the dear friend ... or "Oh! my god, its time to rush. Rob, Marsha and the gang must be there for the all night movie cum Dart-Board party "... "have to go home to have a quiet dinner with parents (Long time huh!)" ... "Gotta sleep, the test was more than exhausting" ... Rent the DVD of "The Devil wears Prada" ... or just hang out at a pub to yet brood over random matrix theories in quantum physics (oh, but lemme have a shower before dat)... The colors of excitement are visibly there...


The sinking sun is slowing withdrawing its blaze, a chill of the fall fills the air. The music is on. The keys turn And Vrroommmm....The mood is set.

The Trance ends. I realised I quickly reached home.

Well, the eternal conception of a desi grad student's idea of fun-friday-night would be to catch up a movie.
Oh! MY GOD... I mean, the whole ordeal of witnessing the bollywood movie industry's resolve to yet again prove that "Love alone keeps on triumphing as much as it did in the 1950s", is a little too much to wonder and too less to accept. But yeah, Who cares. I am no different. I just give in to join the show and watch a movie to conclude that 'love' in india is still winning. ha.

Hey, the weekend hasn't started bad... I mean its ok... watched a movie, ate some good grub and all... zzzz...

DAY 1

Bright eastward sun is already awake much before I did. "Goodbye" is what I hear getting up... apparently, all my roommates are busy the weekend as they have to "sit in the library, or prepare for the test and complete the assignments, grade some papers" or something. And in no time they left...Now thats eerie. I am all alone in the house and its just morning on a saturday (with a no-work resolution). What do I do? I reach for the toothbrush and the laptop simultaneously. Check my mails. Nope. Check all my mail accounts including the spammed one. No luck and nothing to reply to ... I put on the country music radio and eagerly log in to the orkut... only 6 new scraps ...I impatiently close down my orkut account after refreshing three times. Nobody's scrapping me. why? How cool it would actually be to scrap oneself. I log back to the orkut account. I dig out some old frens and scrap the most boring thing "Hey, wassup??" ... looks like boredom is getting back at me for having such an activity filled past week ...

I still haven't got any emails. It's a perilious thing... what could one do alone and without a car... I am now trying to hunt down osama in one of those pop-up windows and getting no real gifts ... and try answering if president bush is right or wrong... either way, it takes you to the same link. No fun spam mails either...

Ok, lets see, who's online in the Yahoo! Messenger. ok ... there's this guy atleast... lemme buzz

...a long, not terribly exciting chat transcript followed about how US as a nation, as a classroom and as a neighbourhood is ... I just rambled (the thirty third time in a chat window) on ... but thats better than being silent ...


No mails even now... No scraps either ...

I feel I am like the tiger in the bushes waiting for some prey to show up online so that I pounce, buzz and engage in a chat...

<[POP]Another one and [POP]another one ...>

Who says chatting and checking scraps can't be the right kind of weekend fun... but thats what you normally end up if you are without a plan.

Trrrrinnng ... the stupid alarm rings now???... Its 4:30 PM... it couldn't wake me up on one of those ambitious mornings but it can scream right when you are awake and staring at it bored. I am hungry...I switch off the country music radio... have been chatting for hours now... Now this isn't specifically exciting... Theres nothing to eat...I like cooking... but not when I am hungry. No. ... Its a very tiring exercise, and I ate almost half of what's being cooked in a fist of hunger and trying to taste how its becoming ...

I am tired. Cooking and eating are more strenous ... No mails and 1 scrap ('I am fine. Wassup?' ) I wish I could call home. Its an insane hour in India. I can't even disturb my brother.

I just lie browsing some news pages or something... nothing registering ...though ...


And then the door creaked, and one roomie entered... and in no time we were watching another desi movie... what else can we do? Sometimes we are left with no more choices ....

Has it been a disappointed day or what?

DAY 2

I quickly get up. Brush my mouth. Wash my face. Fix a breakfast. Take a shower. Pack my stuff. Search my keys and the wallet. Lace up my shoes. And set out.

Where am I going? Well, to the library... you know ... I just remembered that we got a test coming up, and the research stuff needs to be beefed up and all...am going to work. Me and my holiday weekend are more troublesome than work, I guess....

Its a lovely morning. The fall colors are coming. The slanted sun rays create a warmish soothe against the cold morning breeze... It should be a happy day today... A smile and a song are simultaneously on my lips. My strides are short and fast paced... walking excitedly...

I just find a young lady pushing a baby cart with a little child gleefully clapping and rejoicing ... I smile and greet them... There's a thing I remember not having done ever... I don't know if i even travelled on a push cart in my infancy ... that would be a fun thing to do ... the next weekend may be ...

3 comments :

The Regular Joe said...

Hey man, wassup?

SASH said...

just had the fun weekend

Twilight Musings said...

One would appreciate those weekends in the first weeks of grad life at the tail end of it. Won't they?

Reminds me some of the weekends I spent staring at clouds in the sky. Good times, good times!

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