Wake me up!

The one invention that I absolutely detest is the alarm (be it an old fashinoed alarm clock, or the watch alarm or the awful mobile phone alarm). Don’t get me wrong, I love mornings. I just don’t want to be woken up before it gets all nice and bright and you have sunshine streaming in through the curtains. It’s an everyday struggle for me to wake up on time and get to work…I’m seriously working on convincing my boss to let me have flexible work timings. Get to office by 10 AM and get out by 7 PM. I’m happy, he’s happy and the work gets done. Except that it’s not easy to convince him. Not with a reason like…ummm…I just hate waking up to the alarm at 6 AM! I take my time with the newspaper, I don’t like being hurried into reading it. A refreshing bath and a well eaten breakfast…all this would make me all set to tackle the day. In contrast this is what my mornings are like…

1. Alarm rings (a shrill ring of course, are they always designed to make you jump and hate sound altogether?).

2. Alarm rings again, more loudly (now it almost sounds like a fire alarm)

3. I curse and look for it to shut it. It goes into the dreaded snooze mode (again something that wasn’t really necessary)

4. Rings again after 9 mins. I groan and shut it off again.

5. After a see-saw of about 40 mins of shutting it off and ringing, there’s no point sleeping, so I wake up. Sometimes, ‘coz I struggle to find it and shut it off, there are chances of the mobile falling down and breaking or me falling down to pick it up. Thankfully that doesn’t happen frequently. Not enough I have to wake up early, I also have to spend money on a new phone which maybe has a worse sounding alarm?? <Shudder>

6. I finally see the time. Nooooooo I’m already late by an hour. I will have to miss breakfast. Again. Or if I’m lucky I could have the same old breakfast in office (which I have been trying to avoid). And can’t read newspaper now.

7. Frantically run around like a headless chicken to get ready…oh no, shirt is not ironed…can’t find socks…my hair looks Medusa-like…spray not working…the usual drama…

8. Get out finally (hopefully haven’t forgotten any important papers or books) and wait for the bus. Why don’t I see the others? Have I missed the bus? Aaah here it is, the last bus. Get into it and in a few minutes (due to the constant breaking and moving of the bus), I get lulled into sleep. Ha! 

9. Reach office feeling groggy and irritable. I see the other women looking all prim n proper: not a hair out of place, fresh dewy look on the face, perfectly ironed clothes. How do they manage it? Do they also have the time to make fresh fruit juice and eat some 5-grain bread in the morning? Is the secret to all this, waking up early? I will scream if you say yes!

A mixed week

Three of my good friends have graduated to the so-called ultimate stage of being a woman. They have become mothers now. From being an infant themselves, to being schoolgirls, to being college hotshots, to being professionals, to being responsible and kind daughters, to being great wives and understanding daughters-in-law, they have now come a full circle. They have a baby of their own. They hold the entire responsiblity of another being. Wishing them all the happiness in their new role.

  One of my closest friends lost his father last weekend. They say nothing is more final than death. It’s the ultimate truth that we all push away ‘coz it’s too hard to face. What can you say that can bring solace? Nothing. Nothing at all. It’s an individual battle and has to be fought on your own. Taking each day at a time, literally. Time doesn’t heal, but definitely helps in moving on to concentrate on other things that have sprung up…but it will still remain an open wound whose pain can strike you anytime, anywhere…

They say “Death is not the greatest loss in life; the greatest loss is what dies in you when you are alive”.

Life and Death…the ultimate joy and the ultimate sorrow…if death is reality, is life just an illusion?

Being negative

Ever noticed how a person’s negative attitude rubs off on you if you spend too much time with them? Agreed, you’re a cheerful person, but having somebody around you who almost incessantly cribs about situations, who always somehow misinterprets what people do. Who’s just bent upon making you see the wrong side of things! Though you might like the person, this one particular attitude can be such a turn off. Especially at the workplace. Feeling helpless and negative is really not something you want to be. I wonder what drives people to spread this feeling. Maybe they just can’t help it. Is it because there is no other vent for this but to throw it on all the people around you? The problem is, it has the annoying ability to trickle down and get into you.Sigh…I wish such people get miraculous solutions to their frustrations…’coz it’s not nice to spread this feeling around! An awful thing to catch…thankfully I’m moving away from that atmosphere, so I’m saved…phew! Long live optimisn, hope and positive energy