What I hate about Ramadhan
Ramadhan is here again. This year brings a different twist personally, being a full-time office drone and all. Though work hours have been shortened, theoretically I should be able to get out of here in time to break fast at home, but like I mentioned in the last post, the workload at the moment (gotta get two issues done in a month - ack) means that that isn’t really feasible. Then again, traffic is usually insane at around 4:30 pm, so why go through that torture?
Speaking of torture, I still have sahur at home (of course). Ever since I worked full-time family meals have been few and far between, so at the very least I can have every sahur at the dinner table. Nothing wrong with that - there’d be something wrong with me if I found something wrong with that. No, what really gets me riled up is all those shit comedians and "personalities" on every bloody Indonesian channel. Every. Bloody. Channel. I’m not much of a morning person at 3:30 am. Heck, I’m not much of a morning person at any time of the day. But being forced awake at an ungodly hour and being subjected to the loud unfunniness from those collective morons on the screen…how sad is it that the most tolerable and enjoyable thing to watch at that hour is Quraish Shihab’s sermons on Metro TV? Luckily, that’s what’s usually on, and that’s what I’d prefer even if the remote weren’t in Dad’s hands and the only choices I had were local channels. I can watch cable TV on my own time.
Other than that (and afternoon traffic), I don’t have any problems, and even those problems can be circumvented if you know how. Not eating and drinking? Oh, please. I’ve been doing this for about 18 years non-stop (fasting during Ramadhan, that is, not starving myself for 18 years straight). Another year’s not going to kill me, nor do I expect it ever will.
