The Blessed Sleep. The Blessed, sleep!!!

December 31, 2008

Wish you a very Happy and a prosperous new year 2009

I knew that today should be a celebrated day in my life as I managed to get up as early as ten ‘o’ clock in the morning. I knew that I can still make it to my work, though I’m expected to report by 10. I never knew that I can be punctual. At last my three months of time management classes bore the fruits of hard work. See my only problem is that it dawns to me very early. When I tell early, it is very early. As early as ten in the morning. Honestly I don’t have any problems with getting up early. Whenever I tell this, people often tend to confuse with the two. You can’t blame a person for early dawns as also you cannot for getting up early (unlike the rest of the world).

Psychologists love to call this set of people who get up early as Early birds/Hawkers and the other set of people (for whom it dawns early) but who are supposed to get up late as owl/mongers. They advise not to worry about this as if I’d been worrying all my twenty two years. These people should understand that getting up early is a mere habit cultivated, but early dawning(As for people who get up late) is an art, a way of life. 

Sleeping is a blessing. 

I wholeheartedly hate/abhor/detest with whole of my heart a person who complains sleeping, just count your blessing, definitely not the hours. I don’t understand why people should be looked down for early dawns and why all goodness such as sound health and sound mind is attributed to people who can’t stay in bed after 3 am and get sound sleep. 

I pity them.

There are times when I felt bad for getting up late (speaking genuinely); for I knew that the rest of the world would love to call early dawning as getting up late. Nothing in life is as worth as making others happy. So henceforth I call early dawning as getting up late. 

I consulted a psychologist. He was calm, compassionate and listened to me with utmost patience as he started to see me as his patient. He gently reassured me that I need to practice getting up early. He suggested me Auto-suggestion, i.e. intense commanding of the self to get up early. I never knew that it could be easy. But disastrously easy. It is the regular tuning of the biological clock, but I understood that to me what matters most is the fine tuning of my alarm clock. First day before I slept, I auto-suggested and kept repeating, “I will wake up at five ‘o’ clock” and fell asleep to wake up at eight o clock. I wondered how well it worked for me. But one must wonder that eight ‘o’ clock is not five ‘o’clock. I never cared much about numbers as long as they stayed happily inside the clock just to view and not to follow. My second day was not bad, but the third day had the most intense results, though it scared my mother more. Astonishingly I woke up at 3 to find my mother standing near me. I was wondering how my auto-suggestion helped her. She told me that I kept repeating, “I will wake up at five ‘o’ clock” all through the night.

Again I met my Psychologist who again reassured me this time that it cannot be achieved over-night and only constant-persistent-efforts will help me. I took up a group therapy session (where birds of same feathers flock together) for few days. Oh I forgot to tell you that I come from a nation where the utmost form of self-disgrace is to speak openly about one’s appointment with a psychologist. So I took a half day leave for a migraine attack (which never happened hitherto). For my second session I took three days off in the Holy name of migraine attack. My colleagues were more surprised that I had only three days of attack; while theirs mercifully lasted for a fortnight at one go. Days that followed were hell. I’m such a blessed person for I kept sleeping every five minutes during auto-suggestion. I kept my alarm tuned for every five minutes and nothing helped. I felt very depressed. Life became a disaster after meeting a psychologist. Now I understand why on earth, Migraines should exist. 

It was Emerson who rescued me; “Imitation is suicide.” Still I could remember how one fine day I got up at 3 am. I drank some water and sat in my bedside window. Windows do have a magical way of evoking the muse. Torn between the two choices I reluctantly sat with a paper, when my bed was all the more inviting. My mind was overwhelmed with thoughts. I remembered Frost.

“I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”

I sat with my paper and couldn’t write. I sat for three hours thinking about sleep and then slept on my thoughts. My day was bad. I felt traumatized. Never had I felt this way even when I got up at 12 in the noon. I could now understand that the trauma and pain of trying to be someone whom I was initially not and never will-be. It took a day’s work for me to understand this, yet the pain was immense, immeasurable, inexplicable and inevitable. I was the silent bearer of this grateful pain. Then I decided to file a suit against the person who inflicted this pain and trauma to me. It took me less than a minute to identify the cruel culprit. It was God, my own creator. If he had not created me this way, I wouldn’t have suffered. I don’t know if someone else had sued God for anything before. I consulted my lawyer,the second sin. He promised to take up this case. He called me later to inform that he never came across such strange law suits.

He consulted his other colleagues. Soon this was the talk among lawyers in the town, and then a conference was called in a national level to discuss this problem. I was also an invitee. Trust me; I never had such a peaceful occassion in my life like witnessing the lawyers in discussion. Now I can understand why ‘Margayya of Malgudi’, the financial expert considered lawyers as trouble-makers. I remember this becoming a huge issue of national importance. A bill was passed in the parliament allowing the public to sue God if necessary. 

After all these chaos in my life, I learnt that total acceptance is the need of the hour. I decided to be happy for what I am, even if it is all about getting up in the noon. I accepted it wholeheartedly. I wonder how life turns beautiful and peaceful when one learns total acceptance of people. Life taught me to be a happy individual, to give space to accept and accommodate people. Now I live happily to get up at twelve in the noon. 

As I watch through my windows, I saw my neighbor parking his car near my gate. All I could do now is to shout at him. I was just talking about the mental space and not certainly my parking space. Whenever I tell this, people often tend to confuse with the two.

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Written by Bee Nat Posted in absurd writing, Attempted Humor, Humour