PLEASE LEAVE MY SUNDAY ALONE

 There seems to be something wrong with us as a society. We are working seven days a week. We will go crazy very soon, we might even get overheated  and explode. As it is we have a six days a week  I fear that  14.28 : 85.72 Ratio of holiday to working days  in a six day week  is much worse than 28.57: 71.43 ratio of a five days a week.  The ratio  is 1:6 compared with  2:5 of a five day a week.

My biggest complaint is against Schools. They have something happening every Sunday. Extra classes, registeration,  sports day practice, marathon race, marching practice, student body meetings, self improvement workshops, play practice  and what have you.

Why ? Is six days not enough, is one extra hour every day not enough. When will the children learn to wash their own sports shoes and help in the house, when will they get an oil massage and when will they learn to bind their own books, paint a fence, mend the bicycle, polish the car,  go for helping out their grandmother, buy vegetables,  when will they go to Church,  Arya Samaj and the Gurudwara who have their programmes on Sundays. Will the children ever be able to do `Kar seva’. Will they be able to do community service ever in their life if they have spent a majority of their Sundays in their formative years doing this that and the rest in Schools.

I have been planning a picnic with  some four families for the last 8 to 10 weeks on a Sunday. Children in these families are of various ages and go to different schools. Its  just not being possible. All the children and their parents have some or the other school duty.

Mothers, specially working mothers have so much work to do on a Sunday, wash some extra clothes, do some essential shopping, call on their own mothers, , get the sofa fabric changed, mend  some clothes, hang a picture, get their hair dyed, get some other stuff done at the parlour, tend to the garden, wash the window panes, make pickle, read a book, some magazines, do some special cooking, rearrange their cupboard, do some winter/summer putting away of clothes.  It is for this reason that mothers hate this business of having to get children ready and drop/pick children from School on a Sunday. Dear School `wallahs', please return my children to me, i have lent them to you for six days.

My second complaint is against people who are friends but who want to sell something to you. Dear friends , please don’t sell anything to me on a Sunday, unless i ask you for it.  

My third complaint and the most serious one is against those people who tend to keep those meetings/ pieces of work for a Sunday which require the maximum amount of uninterrupted time. If such a person is your boss, or a client if you are a working professional, then you are going to hate him with your guts. Dear Boss please  reform, finish your work latest by Saturday evening and leave your subordinates alone who are single and who have wash their clothes and meet their girlfriends,  you also go out  to fly a kite with your children, the fear is they will never learn from anyone other than their father.

There is a fourth group of people who are even more irritating. They ask what you are doing on a Sunday and when you tell them that you are thinking of re-potting some of the rose bushes and redoing the vegetable patch, they think that you are being ridiculous and you would be better off discussing balance sheets which are ` already overdue’.  They will tell you that picnics are for kids and watching movies is for bored housewifes and washing the car is a waste of time and going out cycling is giving too much trouble to your body. A big BOO to this kind.  Discussing and doing leftover work is a better use of time .

I hope the readers will agree that letting your hair down and roaming around the whole day in pyjamas and not doing too much sensible things on a Sunday is equally important.

Why don’t we work properly and really hard in the six available days?. We shall  discuss that another day but for the time being please have some fun on a Sunday and don’t ruin it for someone else too.

 

Param Jigyasu