Zzzzz....Sleep..

If there is anything in the world I am an expert at, then I would call it sleeping…over the years of listening to boring lectures and friends rambling on for hours about their problems I have finally mastered the skill….I first took sleeping seriously the day I read in an health magazine that it does good for our health…wow.. If such an enjoyable task would mean that am walking to good health then why not do it more often?…that’s how I started sleeping(always…)It has now become an integral part of my life…lecturers come and go.. They say the same things in the text over and over again with no visual aid at all…They do this for an entire hour…finally I got so frustrated that I went to sleep…and when I got up there was always a new lecturer standing in front of me.. a change always helps…friends sometime call me and they go on and on for hours.. they don’t even want to hear my reply…and then I again went to sleep…when I get up they must have already finished what they had to ramble on and they wouldn’t have even missed or even realized my mental absence.. and thanks to the newly found hobby-sleep…

When sleep became an inseparable element of my life I started experimenting with it. New products, discoveries and popular inventions are always part of boredom. Some people might be frowning as they read this. May be you are not getting my point.. See, Newton found gravity. I am asking why? Why did he find it and not any one else around him? Simply because others around him had lots of work but Newton was bored.. So when an apple fell on his head instead of eating it and saving us from the burden of studying his laws in physics, he chose to think why? So.. what were we talking about? Yeah.. my experiments with sleep (courtesy Mahatma Gandhi). When I got saturated with whole sleeping thing I started inventing new ways to do it. The other day I was travelling in a tightly packed bus waiting for it to explode or for my bones to break. When neither of it seems to be happening I started getting bored and fell asleep somewhere along the train of usual thoughts. Thus I discovered the art of sleeping in bus( standing).Experiments followed one after another. I learnt how to sleep with my eyes open in class, to sleep while listening to people talk nonsense, to sleep in front of books(especially the ones with equations), to sleep when a speech was being delivered by someone who forgot where he began.. the list of experiments is endless.

When the experiments were no longer giving me enough sleep I thought of watching others sleep. This part really contributed to my otherwise dull photograph collection. I watched people as they slept in bus their head oscillating and occasionally waking up with a jerk and looking around with wide googy eyes only to fall asleep the next very second. I saw bored boys trying hard to keep their eye lids from falling while listening to their “girl friends” talk non-stop about how cute an insect she saw the other day was. I watched mouths going wide open which would have even made the great anaconda leave the scene in shame, heads banging against windows, walls or yet another sleepy head. Hmm.. yawn.. I gotta sleep..what was I trying to say all this while??Zzzzzz