The day ..... I slept!

It was a bright sunny day.

The hard rays of the sun peeped in through the window and lit up the graffiti scribbled on the desk in the last row. I dropped my heavy bag on the seat that fell near he sunny side of the bench and shoved it to the other end while simultaneously sitting in its place. I looked at the time. The little digital display on my cell phone screen looked blurry and I could not read the time. I grunted, and tapped P on the shoulder, interrupting her interesting conversation about god-alone-knows-what with S, and bugged her for the time. Living in an age where the cellphone replace watches, calculators, calenders and alarms, for the average college student, P absently glanced at her wrist, then dawning upon the fact that she did not have a watch, gingerly slid her phone open muttered "7.53". I mumbled a perfunctory "thank you" and still feeling groggy, calculated backwards.


2 hrs.



Thats all I'd slept last night.

White Chicks kept me clocked up till 2.30 AM, and meaningless gossip with the sister-in-law, while making sure Aanya fell fast asleep, took till 4 AM. At that juncture, dormancy was in no mood to make its presence felt, so I decided to call A. A and I had a rather short conversation, and before ten minutes past four, I was done. I lazed a bit, loitered a bit more and eventually at 4.30 went to bed to get some shut-eye.
I had been rudely woken up at 6.30 AM, in the middle of a dream, that involved Santa taking classes, by Dad, who mercilessly made sure I got ready and left for college. It usually doesn't take me more than ten whole minuted to get ready, 5 minutes to eat breakfast and 10 again to drive down to college, so technically, it would be sufficient if I woke up at 7.15 AM, but as drowsiness is a key factor in this situation, I'm granted an entire 50 minutes to perform the same tasks.


So that was that, and here I was, sitting, soaking myself in the abundance of Vitamin D, singing to myself, when suddenly I realised... first hour=economics. I couldn't! It wouldn't be possible ever! Not even on a normal day when I've had enough sleep! So I made up my mind: To fall asleep before the lecturer arrived, so I could bring up the excuse of being sick, instead of falling asleep mid-way through her lecture and insulting her. I agreed to my brains commands.
...Soon I was in dreamland, seeing chickens dancing, stars floating, chocolate melting, colours popping, people I love playing ringa-ringa-roses and more such pleasant sights, while others listened to the dull drone of the lecturer explaining the government schemes for the poor. I was drowned in a pool of fatigue, overcome by a tiresome feeling. I slept on my arms, my mouth half open, when a chorus of college bimbos i.e. my class, woke me up with a loud "Thank you ma'am".

Ok...so economics was done with, but the sleep-a-thon wasn't over yet! That absurd male guest lecturer would be coming next to take my favourite subject- Environment. I consider him as the appropriate lab sample for boredom. He is so boring, he makes me sleep in my favourite class. Anyways, I didn't wuite care about him, because it was his last lecture of the week and I had slept through one of his earlier classes. No sweat. I faded aw..... I did not know how many hours had passed when I was woken by crude pain on my cheek. My cheek was numb from all the pressure. It was time to turn the other cheek. I began to open my eyes for a concise moment and I heard a manly voice talk about Stem cells.BORING. Back to sleep. When I woke up again, the male lecturer had also left, and everybody in the room, overlooked the fact that I was asleep and continued making noise. The present position began to ache. I wanted to lie flat. I toppled over onto my stomach and lay flat on the bench and then fell asleep .

Then....


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