Its 3:32 AM right now. I haven’t slept for the past 74 Hours, 23 minutes and 15 seconds. By the time you finish this post, the time span would have differed. To what avail?
Insomnia, they say, is a weird thing. It’s worse. Trust me.
But I have to kill time, I have to do something. There was a time when I would try to sleep and end up staring at my room ceiling or a street lamp out of the window. Now I don’t share my room any more and it gets weirder. I can now recall every face I’ve seen during the day – known or not, whether I interacted with it or not. I can tell from their faces if they were happy or sad, had they had some quarrel, were they fed, they felt lonely, were they in familiar turf or lost, and lots more.
I can see them and talk to them. They are here, as a part of me. Strange, Isn’t it? Little Wonder, I am a cranky fellow.
Ever talked to a rickshaw driver or a rickshaw puller or a bus conductor for that matter? Anyone whose only concerns are elemental – earn enough dough to feed his family. You’d be surprised by certain revelations of life. They are not as coarse as they are assumed to be. They are not as gross, as they look like. There are perspectives to life you can learn from them.
Weird thing – perspective to life, it is. Weirder than weird. Right now I am uploading content on my website,editing few skins for my forums and blog. Tweaking stuff here and there, but in my mind plays like a loop, what a rickshaw driver had to say four days ago. Weird thing – perspective to life.
I remember Max Payne say, “When you are looking down the barrel of a gun, Time Slows Down…” Weird thing, time. The moment you want it to slow down so that you can savor every second if it, it flashes past. When it should run fast, it slows to a trickle – enjoying you wreathe and squirm in misery. Misery. Small Word. Little Wonder, time has never been a friend of mine.
The weirdest of all things is the vulgar hour and all the thoughts in my head, and I am still stuck uploading content. Weird thing.
So I take to reading blogs my friends write. The first blog I read talks about South Indian temples in northern India, and I go into a reverie about the Plurality that Mark Tully talks about in ‘India’s Unfinished Journey’. Read the Book. But I move on. I read about game development. I visit a website whose design I like: www.ideafactory.com. Strangely, looking at this website always makes me realize – I need a job. Weird thing, Job. I am only 22, going on 23.
I move on to GTA IV, then to Splinter Cell: Conviction, then to Spore – the game I am waiting for. Now I find myself on IGN, but I don’t remember when or how I reached there. But I am hungry. I should go to the Kitchen and get something to eat. But its dark, out of the scope of my monitor’s glare. I am scared of darkness. Stubbs’ out there. Maybe. Little wonder, I am hungry.
57% update complete. I recollect all conversations I have had in the day: in-person, on net, on phone. I don’t like people sucking up, only because they want to be in your good books. I see this happening in one of my friend’s blog and I always get amused. When would the world change? Little Wonder, I am changing.
04:25:29 AM. I remind myself I have to sleep. But, I think I would want to talk. Hear more than be heard. I am quiet these days. I don’t talk much. I don’t feel the need to express. I am more open to what people have to say. Hear them out. Listen to Them. Its a weird thing how people feel I care for them when I don’t. Only because I was ready to listen to whatever they had to share. I just deleted 37 mails. I receive about 117 mails on an average. That is only so because the world now uses Syndication. If I include syndication, my count crosses 500 posts a day. Weird thing. I remember a friend (I have been preaching on IT) say that she wasn’t exactly confident of my IT prowess, as she hasn’t seen any in action. Whatever that might have meant, it touched a sensitive spot. What have I achieved. Not even sleep, which is a mass product.
I should sleep more. Good Night. Sweet Dreams. Or should I say, Rise and Shine!
Its 04:43:21 AM. 75:34:43 Hrs Awake.
I Am Awake. Alan Wake. [All the Puns in the World, Intended!]
God Bless. Peace.