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Viva la weekend


The long awaited overdue 18 hour load shedding will greet us sooner than we can digest all the grease from mutton hogging this Dasain. For a change we might just have to bear with only 14 hours of load shedding per day if the country adopts five days work week. The present government wants to try a five days’ work week to reduce energy consumption and thus reduce load shedding. Strange but the load shedding and our country’s inability to harness energy might just be a blessing in disguise. What is the hum about trying a five days’ work week?

There are 196 countries in our world and almost all of these countries implement five days work week. The governments that took reins after Gyanendra have changed everything from our national anthem to our currency. The popular move for these movers and shakers would instead be to cut the six working days to five.  If the Maoists, the Congress and the MLAs thought working six days a week produced more results I am afraid this could be one of the reason why our CA was dissolved in the first place and has never revived. The sad part is more than half the government employees do not adhere to 9 to 5 work hours and are often seen tending to their own businesses. Some are on special leave to work for the UN while others are washing dishes in the US (and are still a government employee). Where in do we seek efficiency and productivity?

One day weekend have hit the working women employed in private organizations the hardest. I have come to realize the worth of a ‘Sunday is a holiday’ only after I left my INGO job to work in a private company. The one day weekend i.e. the Saturdays are spent mostly on attending to my daughter’s typical Saturday routine. I am incapable of attending to any task as all the banks, financial institutions, and luxury stores are closed on Saturdays. I am left with a list of tasks which I have to complete during the week and for which I trade my prized paid holidays bestowed upon me by my employer. There is so much to do, attend my daughter’s singing show at school, take her to the dentists on odd days, and visit stores and banks which drastically shrink my number of personal accumulated paid holidays. It’s frustrating at the personal level because I am constantly trying to juggle my tasks even if that means sacrificing my paid leaves and at the professional level because I have filled too many leave forms and this might hamper my appraisal when due.
So what is a working woman supposed to do in Nepal? Where is our right to spend quality time with our loved ones and where is our right to take paid vacations? Shouldn’t the revival of the five days work week be more practically fought for rather than shutting offices to reduce the consumption of energy? 

Working six days a week is a burden for many. The fact is majority of us spend more time with our office colleagues than our families. One of my colleagues Salina says, “Working six days a week with one day off is not enough. My Saturdays are spent resting at home as after a long week I don’t feel like doing anything and I am back to work on Sunday. I miss out on almost all the social gatherings and I miss out on a lot of catch ups and family bonding. It would be really nice to have two days weekend.

I am sure many of you have similar thoughts resounding Salinas. The funny thing is most successful men and women often stress on the importance of spending quality time with family and that work should be a priority only after family. So why is our government bent on souring our family relations? Ours is a country that relies more on family than the state so why isn’t our government thinking about our social welfare. Why should a two day weekend become such a big deal after all?


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