Every Friday is Good Friday

I wonder if any day of the week gets as much love as Friday does. Friday isn’t just an ordinary, run-of-the mill day. It’s different, it’s unique. It’s the promise of a two days long paradise.

In childhood, this honour was zealously enjoyed by Saturday. From the day Monday, we used to wait for it minute by minute, day by day. Those times, we used to have half day on Saturday in schools. By the time clock’s both hands embraced each other vertically, our enthusiasm touched the highest peak. After all, it was not the bell of school that rang, but the bell of freedom that poured honey into our ears.


Things haven’t changed much. Bars of schools have been replaced by those of the offices. Wardens have transformed from teachers to bosses. Home-works have got sachcha waaris in assignments, deadlines and projects. But what hasn’t changed is the happiness which comes rushing to us when we come to know that our trauma has been suspended for two days.

But, how come we enjoy and love Friday more than we actually do Saturday and Sunday? After all, Friday itself is not a holiday. The answer lies in a famous Hindi dictum, “Prakriya hi lakshya-sukh hai.” (In process lies the pleasure of goal.) We don’t enjoy the thing itself as much as the promise of it. We love chasing things, and crave for the excitement of the moment when they are about to fall into our lap.

No wonder Friday would keep getting the love and adulation of everybody who feels life is bigger than work. Till the day when a new work philosophy comes up which makes weekends of three days. Then we would love Thursday more.