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 the 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 the previous night.
White Chicks kept me clocked up till 2.30 AM, and meaningless gossip with the sister-in-law, while making sure my niece 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, terrorists having their balls chopped 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 bimbos also known as "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. I consider him as the appropriate lab sample for boredom. Since, I didn't quite care about him, and also since it was his last lecture of the week , I decided to do him a favour, and fall asleep.
A good half an hour into the lecture I was woken up by a crude pain in my cheek. Said cheek was numb from all the pressure. It was time to exercise the other cheek. I began to open my eyes for a brief fleeting moment and I heard the same manly voice talk about Stem cells. I was momentarily puzzled about what Stem Cells had to do with the constitution of India, but sleep was more important. I faded awa....
When I woke up again, the male lecturer had also left, and everybody in the room, overlooking the fact that I was asleep continued to make 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 was knocked.
I did not know how many hours had passed- at some level it felt like days- but I had never slept so peacefully in my life. Not even in my bed with air conditioning on. I woke up because I was done sleeping, completely refreshed and ready to tackle a wild boar. Of course, the beauty of the situation was that there was no wild boar. The class was completely silent. Believing that someone of importance may be addressing the class, I looked up to find no one.
Then why was the class so quiet. I rubbed my eyes a little more to clear my vision. I looked around, and my class was empty. Instinctively I checked the time. It was 5.30 PM.
Yes. I checked with them the next day. The left me to sleep, because I looked so peaceful, and they didn't want to disturb me.
Then....
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