The worst invention by a human being : Alarm Clock
The best modification by a human being : Snooze Button
Getting a first job takes you to new heights of enchantment and satisfaction but joining that first job actually unfolds the well known yet hidden treasures of a pro life. The transition from college life to a professional one is not easily digestible. One has to compromise on many things, well almost everything! Of all the things that I had to compromise over the course of 3 months in my new job, there is one which I miss doing most. Bingo! Guessed right. Sleep, Doze, Nap, Neend. Whatever one may call it, its equally sweet in every form.
Waking up to an overcast sky with light breeze flowing in, through half open window is like driving through a pothole on a freeway that not only sends your head thumping to the roof but also punctures your tyre and results in skidding and then crashing of the car. Too harsh,eh? But indeed the feeling is the same or rather harsher.
I wonder how we humans have mastered the art of procrastination. Not only we dawdle in our conscious state but also we efficiently drag our wake up time by a few minutes in our unconscious stage and the part which amuses me the most is the fact that the alarm time is set by none other than the person hitting the snooze button repeatedly with disgust towards that pretty sound coming out of those mild speakers. The determination to wake up early the next day vanishes off with the alarm bell and pops up again with the arrival of night.
For an office goer like me who spends a considerable time of his life, travelling to and fro his office, waking up in the morning is just a break from sound sleep which can soon be continued while travelling. Like every other human, I also dislike travelling in overcrowded trains not because it suffocates me but because I am not good at sleeping in upright posture. I prefer catching train right from the source so that I get a rare choice of choosing a seat of my choice.<Like a Boss!> Getting the right seat is followed by finding the bookmarked page and then by sitting back to relax and read. Well, reading is just an ignition for sleep or I may aptly call it as self lullaby. The 45 minutes of sleep which follows is as sweet as mango chunks dipped in honey with the sounds of train acting as choco chips garnishing.
Those 45 minutes are the most pleasant, delightful, amiable etc., minutes of ones life. Sleep as if you were to die tomorrow, die as if you were to sleep forever(which is true). During those 45 minutes, sleep as if it were your last sleep, no matter you dream or not, but sleep as if no one could ask these 45 minutes back from you. Sleep as if, not even God could claim these 45 minutes from you.
Lest the God is not your Boss!
Khush Raho!
The best modification by a human being : Snooze Button
Getting a first job takes you to new heights of enchantment and satisfaction but joining that first job actually unfolds the well known yet hidden treasures of a pro life. The transition from college life to a professional one is not easily digestible. One has to compromise on many things, well almost everything! Of all the things that I had to compromise over the course of 3 months in my new job, there is one which I miss doing most. Bingo! Guessed right. Sleep, Doze, Nap, Neend. Whatever one may call it, its equally sweet in every form.
Waking up to an overcast sky with light breeze flowing in, through half open window is like driving through a pothole on a freeway that not only sends your head thumping to the roof but also punctures your tyre and results in skidding and then crashing of the car. Too harsh,eh? But indeed the feeling is the same or rather harsher.
I wonder how we humans have mastered the art of procrastination. Not only we dawdle in our conscious state but also we efficiently drag our wake up time by a few minutes in our unconscious stage and the part which amuses me the most is the fact that the alarm time is set by none other than the person hitting the snooze button repeatedly with disgust towards that pretty sound coming out of those mild speakers. The determination to wake up early the next day vanishes off with the alarm bell and pops up again with the arrival of night.
For an office goer like me who spends a considerable time of his life, travelling to and fro his office, waking up in the morning is just a break from sound sleep which can soon be continued while travelling. Like every other human, I also dislike travelling in overcrowded trains not because it suffocates me but because I am not good at sleeping in upright posture. I prefer catching train right from the source so that I get a rare choice of choosing a seat of my choice.<Like a Boss!> Getting the right seat is followed by finding the bookmarked page and then by sitting back to relax and read. Well, reading is just an ignition for sleep or I may aptly call it as self lullaby. The 45 minutes of sleep which follows is as sweet as mango chunks dipped in honey with the sounds of train acting as choco chips garnishing.
Those 45 minutes are the most pleasant, delightful, amiable etc., minutes of ones life. Sleep as if you were to die tomorrow, die as if you were to sleep forever(which is true). During those 45 minutes, sleep as if it were your last sleep, no matter you dream or not, but sleep as if no one could ask these 45 minutes back from you. Sleep as if, not even God could claim these 45 minutes from you.
Lest the God is not your Boss!
Khush Raho!
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