Disclaimer: Those of us fantasizing about life being an unending weekend, as the quote runs "a weekend wasted is never a wasted weekend", may find this piece a mere rambling -- which of course could be an after-effect of their not realizing the misappropriations emerging from a worthwhile week.
Primarily, we must understand, a week is born weak, which is a result of being the unwanted produce of the celebrated weekend. Named almost as casually as a hat would drop on a breezy day, they do not have any similarity except their surname -- Day. I mean, see for yourself -- Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri -- do they feel like daisies of a same chain? But Sat and Sun, oh they do. However, we are not here to bring out their beauty, but to prove (somehow, and admittedly, quite difficult that it may be) the importance of the weak week siblings.
Monday: Rather unfortunately, it has been associated with a suffix so much so that, we cannot but begin the story without saying 'Monday Blues'. The first child comes with the greatest of all expectations, that which the remaining must look up to and pursue. It is made to go against its grain of being laid-back and fight -- that is what it stands for -- putting up a fight. Fight the procrastination, fight the hangover, fight the backlog, fight the unwillingness to begin anew. This fight chokes the blood out of it and turns it a soulfully sad blue. It is disturbing to even explore Monday's sorrows. I thus end.
Tuesday: The second child is predominantly seen as the one who would ably fit the elder child's shoes, especially when the elder one has not quite been able to leave its mark. And thus, Tuesday too, continues the mechanical steps towards continuity and cycles the same way Monday had taken. Tuesday becomes the epitome of braving -- brave the uniformity of boredom, brave even more backlogs, brave the burden of being a successful successor to what Monday could not be. Tuesday is truly torturous. Notoriously, it parallels Monday.
Wednesday: This middle child is a kind of charmer. Having a name which rhymes with 'bed', Wed naturally has same genes, but it is blessed with intelligence. While the earlier two were pillars of obedience, Wednesday has a way around them. The pillars, I mean. With the inherent zing it is born with, it breezes in hope -- hoping that some of the work could be eluded, hoping the week would soon be over, hoping for a return to the homeland of Weekend. Knowing well that hope is not quite a bankable, believable element, Wednesday charms an illusion of it. Something like, "two more days", "diet cheat day", or unnecessarily whipping up a potion of cheerfulness with things such as flirting, drinking, binging, shopping. I told you, Wednesday is a charmer. It throws up a question to Illusion, "Are you not just a Delusion?" Intelligent, yes.
Thursday: If Wednesday is the charmer of the lot, Thursday is well, yes, you are close, the calmer. It brings back to table the perspectives of truth. In many ways, this is the ideal child of the week. Being a natural weakling, it does suffer from the deficiency of standing as tall as its elder siblings, but Thursday does have a soothing voice. It irons the creases of a routine, it soothes the strong fibres of flesh and caresses the soul. I will try and give you an example. With Thursdays, you will know when you open a completely unknown person's drawer (the furniture, not the apparel), you will find something exactly that which even you did not know you wanted. Say, a gun when a thief is around. Or, a b(l)ank cheque which needs an immediate deposit. May be a reminder that strength lies in truth, not in lies. Thursday is just the throwback to reality from which Wednesday distances us.
Friday: The youngest child. Enough said, I believe. Friday denotes anything that spells fun. It is pampered to an extent where it is borderline spoil. In fact, sometimes one would disagree that Friday belongs to the same family tree. Speaking of which, Friday is about making you want to believe that you are on top of one, with a drink of your choice in your hand. How do I elaborate? Friday is the advanced version of Wednesday. It does not merely charm, it hypnotizes. Fridays make you believe life is worth living, because strength is just around the corner. Friday gives us intellectual liberty to 'switch off'. Friday gives us push to indeed switch off. Friday is fun. It takes merit to be a Friday.
These, then, are the weak week siblings. They are each other's strength and while themselves taking it from each other. Each day leaves behind a message -- everyday is different. For survival. For what is life if the we do not arrive at the Weekend after a while? The weekly wait makes it endearing and that, in my esteemed opinion, that is the most important aspect of Weekdays.
Together, they teach us the art of waiting.
1 comment:
The art of waiting ! Simply soothing and beautiful.
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