Classes ended at 2.30 p.m. and I slowly made my way back to the hostel. The previous night was an India - S.A 20-20 match and obviously I had to be awake till 1.30 a.m, shouting as loud as possible till my voice went hoarse. So, no wonder then, that, as soon as i reached my room, the bed seemed like the gate beyond which lied the bucolic beauty of heaven. But, pity poor little me, for I had promised a friend i'll be back in class by 4 to help edit a presentation which we were supposed to make the next day.
But then my bed has some mysterious magnetic attraction, just the difference being instead of attracting iron pieces, it attracts sleep. ( This is true for many people ion the hostel have attributed this quality to my bed.)
So i gave up resistance (being weak from the previous night), told Navnit to wake me up at 3.45 and went off to sleep. Anybody who knows me will vouch for the fact that, once i am asleep , i am as good as dead. Nothing short of someone shouting into my ears will wake me up.
So i am off to dream land. that afternoon my dream was beautiful. i dreamt i was at some pristine beach, with my palm nicely intertwined with that of my girlfriend's, who obviously had to be the most beautiful woman in the world too. and we were having the most interesting conversation ever. mokkais and other thoughts of great quality were shared. After walking for sometime, to our irritation, I suddenly receive a call on my mobile(an O2 , I am rich in my dreams). The caller it seemes was periappa. This struck me as odd. Periappa was supposed to be in Pune so how come he is calling from a Madras landline number. The next thing that struck me as odd was the fact that the ringtone was Beethoven, whereas my ringtone in dream land is Rahman. Then my brain begins to think. It tells me my real life ringtone is Beethoven. Then it tells me if its beethoven, then I am getting a call. so move your arse towards your mobile phone. Then i say, oH! really! HOw nice! I am getting a call! ... i am getting a calll! ... i am getting a call!!AAAAhhhhhhhhhh!!!.
The call was from swarnalatha informing me its 4.40 and i am late. Half asleep i tell her i will be with her in 15 minutes. When i met her after those 15 minutes all i could say in my defense was, I slept off and my alarm went off to play cricket.
(The above actually happened...absol;utely true)
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Oh the beauty of a human alarm remains in the fact that it's so convenient to place the blaem on!! even if you did get up on time, you get a few extra snatched minutes to yourself to while away because an alarm running away to play cricket deserves that honour! Hehehe...
Love the comedy section! You should start writing for some realistic comic series!
often our dreams are played with random things and what ever is happening around, when u are asleep, gets in the dreams too! Ur post just reminded me of that fact..
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