Ever faced with the aforementioned dilemma ? To me, it happens every single night (and during the day in some classes too, but then, the choice is obvious!) . The tempting thing to do on assignment and pre-exam nights of course, is to give in to that velvety soft, ethereal blanket called sleep, the very stage on which life’s dreams play out (shakespeare, through the blender) .
Generally, the conflict is simple enough to understand. On the one hand you have sweet, sweet sleep and on the other, lots of fun on the college LAN (unlimited movies, tv-shows, music, you name it, its there ). Wakin up means facing another day of classes, and the dreaded W-word … WORK !
This vexing problem presents itself by approximately 12 pm everynight. The first tendrils of sleep start wafting through the room and gives me that funny taste in my mouth (everyone’s felt it, don’t bother denying it !). Now i gotta do something to negate this taste and clear my head; the next step is obvious – head out to either nescafe to grab a steaming cuppa soup or walk a little further to the night canteen for some hot vada pav (and my parents ask me where all that allowance goes, sheesh! )
So now i’m good to go for the next couple of hours. All around me, i can see signs of life starting up, people greeting each other in the hallways, gettin set for a long and eventful night. I go to my room, and get started on some REAL work, mostly wiki/music/sitcom/movie.
An hour or two later it begins all over again. Now depending on the intensity of this second assault, there are two steps to follow. Usually step 1 suffices – i walk down the corridor to the sink and wash my face. But sumtimes it calls for drastic measures , the dreaded B-word this time : a Bath !
Half an hour later, i emerge, shivering after that frigid nightmare, which has slapped me awake like a mackerel against the rocks (ouch!). Now i can last for however long i want ! Triumphantly, i flip open my laptop again and …. the last thing i remember is a hazy twinkling of lights signalling the end of yet another sitcom…
And now i can hear him, my room-mate calling out my name in exasperation. I open my eyes and check out the display on my cell-phone. The numbers i see on the clock suffice to lift me off the bed, and propel me towards class, as all the while i mutter a string of curses about waking up so late, and how i ought to sleep sooner. Then again, it was loads of fun. And i know for sure that the same cycle is gonna repeat itself tonight too; every night in fact. One can always sleep later… after all what are the comfy chairs in the classroom for ….?
