A weekend

In our school, every alternative Saturday used to be a holiday and I used to eagerly wait for those alternative Saturdays with long weekend. Mostly extra studies or extra coaching classes were scheduled in those weekends, yet I still wanted those days. One more memory of Saturday was my mother. She would come home early from school and spending extra time with her was very precious. Sometimes, some relatives would have dropped by on weekends and there would be lots of fun.
Eventually we started college and weekends lost their charm. And when the pressure of education was thrown on our shoulders, our weekends were heavily occupied by coaching classes. Believe me, I had a biology tuition of 4 hours on Sunday. But life goes on.
In university hostel, weekends were not like weekends any more. Every Monday we had exams and marks used to be added up with the total marks at the end of semester. So, those Monday-exams were important and took out all the life from our weekends. In first year I studied like an obedient but in second year I became rebellious. No grade-fear could stop me from hanging around in Ganeshkhind chowpatty in Sunday evening and eating the oily greasy Chinese Hakka noodle with pumpkin-tomato sauce. Sometimes we used to go and eat in Bengali restaurant Deep. These memories are still so fresh in mind that it did not feel like I am talking about something of 8-9 years old. One more memory in Pune University Hostel was watching one TV program of Hindi film music. My God! There was only one TV in whole girls’ hostel campus. The whole common room used to be overcrowded with girls. Nowadays when every song has been uploaded in YouTube, running for watching some Hindi songs must seemed to be ridiculous now. But those times these were our only entertainment in our hostel life. Another memory of Friday night was watching Hindi Movies in Hostel. All chemistry girls would sit together with running commentary and used to get scolding by senior students. I still miss those days.
Then I reached IISc, and my weekends can be categorized as before and after meeting my future husband. When I was single and alone, I used to get up at least 9:00 am and rushed to mess to eat the last served food in mess. But after getting engaged, I used to get up 11:00 am and after telephoning the boyfriend at least 10 times for pleading to get up, I would go to mess directly 12:30 pm. Thats called life. No breakfast in most of the days. And when baby reached in my life , my life changed so much that I can say no weekend fun in life any more. I know... I know… when he will grow up and read (if) this blog, he may say” Mom, why are you waiting for weekends? You have fun all the weekdays now”. Yes, fun of raising a kid .