What your priorities are.
I have liked being the self appointed pointer-outer of what we as a race need to stop and take a look at, introspect and reflect upon etc.
Here is one more.
This horrible and extremely eerie system of a six day working week.
Does it not make you stop and wonder about what you prioritise? What we as a nation prioritise if we have so many people working six days a week? Since when did work become the be all and end all of our existence? Why are we going in the wrong direction rather than the right one? By which I mean from greater freedom and chances to live, to stricter deadlines and too much stress about making a living.
Of course, I am not disregarding the rising prices that make making a living a difficult dream for many to realise. What I am saying is that there should be some sort of rule that makes it punishable to work more than five days a week.
For everyone- regardless of age, caste, class and religion.
Recently, discussions with colleagues who have children etc. led me to discover the ugliest of ugly facts. That children are going to school six days a week now, instead of five.
My thoughts on the education system can wait for another time and another post, but six days a week for kids? This should be enough to make us stop dead in our tracks, isn't it?
What happened to our ideals of life being about doing things you enjoy doing, being with people you enjoy being with, surrounding yourself with books, beauty and melody?
If we do not wish to examine our lives individually, let us at least look at the fact that we are all , collectively, tending towards this despicable habit.
We are turning ourselves into working drones people.
Our actions say a lot about who we are and what we stand for. Raise your voices against a six day week. Be home. Be with your family. Be with your children. Be with what you cherish and love and what makes living worthwhile for you.
This can only work if we work in unison. If I start protesting along against working on the sixth day, I will just get fired and there will be plenty of other drones waiting with hands raised to take my place.
Can it happen? Perhaps. We will only know if we try.
It's a bit like the custom of dowry. If all the women say no, the greedy men will have to either change, or stay single.
I have liked being the self appointed pointer-outer of what we as a race need to stop and take a look at, introspect and reflect upon etc.
Here is one more.
This horrible and extremely eerie system of a six day working week.
Does it not make you stop and wonder about what you prioritise? What we as a nation prioritise if we have so many people working six days a week? Since when did work become the be all and end all of our existence? Why are we going in the wrong direction rather than the right one? By which I mean from greater freedom and chances to live, to stricter deadlines and too much stress about making a living.
Of course, I am not disregarding the rising prices that make making a living a difficult dream for many to realise. What I am saying is that there should be some sort of rule that makes it punishable to work more than five days a week.
For everyone- regardless of age, caste, class and religion.
Recently, discussions with colleagues who have children etc. led me to discover the ugliest of ugly facts. That children are going to school six days a week now, instead of five.
My thoughts on the education system can wait for another time and another post, but six days a week for kids? This should be enough to make us stop dead in our tracks, isn't it?
What happened to our ideals of life being about doing things you enjoy doing, being with people you enjoy being with, surrounding yourself with books, beauty and melody?
If we do not wish to examine our lives individually, let us at least look at the fact that we are all , collectively, tending towards this despicable habit.
We are turning ourselves into working drones people.
Our actions say a lot about who we are and what we stand for. Raise your voices against a six day week. Be home. Be with your family. Be with your children. Be with what you cherish and love and what makes living worthwhile for you.
This can only work if we work in unison. If I start protesting along against working on the sixth day, I will just get fired and there will be plenty of other drones waiting with hands raised to take my place.
Can it happen? Perhaps. We will only know if we try.
It's a bit like the custom of dowry. If all the women say no, the greedy men will have to either change, or stay single.
