Waking-up hassles

Someone somewhere said ........
Half of our life is 'wasted' (:x) in sleeping. The other half is what we have....

I can definitely say that this proportion does not hold in my case :)... Well ... whatever the proportion is, ... all the time I 'have', I owe it to my alarm clock. My day has to begin wid the world's most annoying noise, which I hate to hear and yet make sure I hear it the next morning. I still don't wake up ... Do I? My hand invariably hits that thing right on the top of its head and I am blessed wid 5 more minutes of peaceful sleep. It almost became involuntary to me that I grope for the snooze button at the start of the sound. Not once, I press snooze button almost as many times as I press all the buttons on my keyboard for the rest of the day in office.

In my childhood, my father used to take up this impossible task of waking me up in the morning. Daddy Bravo! He surely has a way wid me ... n he mastered his techniques well .. Had u ever seen any old mythological movie, it won't be hard to imagine how our typical mornings would look like..... You can easily see a warfield (its no less BTW) and my father there .. like Arjuna (or any typical archer, ..you name him) fighting to win over my laziness. He releases his powerful Vaayavyastra (puts fan off).... well.. ok.. this is infact an inverse of vayavyastra. This never worked any way. He then uses his Suryastra (with a built-in aagneyastra).... he pulls off the curtains to let hot sunlight fall over my face. By this time, my sleep would entirely be gone.. But my resistance never so easily loses. I continue to lie in bed still pretending to be sleepy. He then employs his Varunastra... the most powerful one... He doesn't even have to :o .. the name itself works.. As my father approaches me, with a half frozen bottle of water from our fridge, I sit right up in my bed. He then pulls me into some silly conversation and that is the end. This little routine left many sweet memories in my mind.. I miss my dad so much. And this is one other reason why I hate my alarm.. it reminds me of his absence.

It has always been a futile attempt to synchronize my biological clock wid my alarm clock (I only wish for vice versa). I grew tired of it. I was famous in my entire circle for my 'odd' timings. 'Odd' is it? In the previous year, this oddity was at its peak. I almost had an entirely nocturnal lifestyle for the whole year. Got up when the sun sat right over my head, had lunch for breakfast, dinner for lunch and always skipped dinner ;).. Sat in lab all night and went back to hostel only to wish my frens 'good morning'. The unfriendly extremes of weather, and the hectic and demanding schedules of IIT life made it the most convenient schedule. Once, it so happened that, I decided not to miss my breakfast ... so I had my breakfast and then went to sleep. It became very difficult for me to sleep at night. Not even counting numbers helped ..100s, 1000s.... the count went on but it was impossible for me to sleep. Some very unfortunate days (fortunately there were only a few), when deadlines just got over, I would have the evenings free. Such days, I used to hold movie sessions (one more thing I was famous for). They started after dinner time and went on... till 3, 4, 5 and even 6. Then I see sunlight... haa its time to sleep ;).

I always prefer working in late hours (and last minutes) when the whole world (sry... only the world which is on my side of the globe) is sleeping. Early to bed, early to rise makes u healthy, wealthy and wise... probably this explains why I am so unwise not to realize this. My father always said ... early hours of the day (brahmamuhurtham) are so auspicious.. n whatever u do at the time is successful. He is absolutely true... the most crucial achievements of my life happened at that that time ... (many aha moments, many deadlines met, my major project .. all finished ;) at those hours. Thankfully, whosoever brought in the concept of 'brahmamuhurtham', didn't say that we have to 'start' things at that hour. I would have been the greatest loser then! Now .. that I manage it somehow ... I am not (How clever I am!).

Listen ... all u.. who still complain abt my timings - Now my routine is changed. I have 'learnt' how to get some sleep (You only need to get a manager to report to the next morning n sleep will come). N how to wake up came automatically to me.

If deadlines come, I am afraid, my routine will come back too.. :o Why don't u realize that I was only born on the wrong side of the globe!!? My timings are perfectly alright :p Its all relative u see!