There used to be a time when life was simple.
I remember the daily routine that I had for nearly 15 years – never getting up by the alarm buzzing away to glory, being shaken out of the deep slumber by mummy, sleepwalking into the bathroom to get ready, forcing down that much hated glass of milk and running away to the bus stop with things tumbling out of an open school bag. Getting back, watching TV, chatting at the dinner table, reading, spending endless hours on the phone, the arguments with parents and the fights with my sister, going out and staying in. There was so much order in all the chaos that seemed to encompass every aspect of life. Everything was taken care of – every object had its place in the house. The food was ready when I wanted it, the clothes were always clean and ironed and there was always cold water in the fridge.
Life still has a routine – I guess. Only the chaos in the order disorients me now at times. I can still find my things – only I have to look into the suitcases rather than the cupboards more often than not. The food’s still there – even though it’s out of a plastic box at most times. The old friends are around and the phone conversations still happen – when we manage to steal time from work and travel, stock markets and laundry.
I am not complaining – I love the way things are right now. But sometimes I can’t help but wish I could sneak off with the old gang to watch a movie and have some chaat and come back home to tell the parents I was at the library.
And I wish I could ignore the alarm as I did.
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with newfound b-school insight i can appreciate what you're saying. instead of being at periphery suddenly my alarmclock's taking up a pivotal role in my life. i think that's why childhood comes first.. you need it all through the rest of your life!
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