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Not.A.Morning.Person

I’m not a morning person. I don’t see the joy in waking up when the first rays of sunlight streak a dark sky and bit by bit, change it from a deep dark hue to one filled with vivid oranges and reds. I don’t understand how people will sleep with their curtains open so that the sun can peek in from the window and the fresh rays of the sun fall on their eyes as a good-morning wish. I don’t smile in joy when I hear the first strains of a bird’s morning song. I don’t breathe in the fresh, cool morning air. I don’t like waking up.

However, I love mornings in general. There is a quiet sense of sanity that seems to be shared by everyone. The slumber of the night dulls our defences and hides the facades we use all day. I love the tune of the birds and I love how the earth seems to yawn awake. I find the muted morning sounds of a milkman on a bicycle or a priest chanting in the neighbourhood temple to be uplifting. I love watching the sky change colour and I love weaving stories about it.

But I’d much rather sleep AFTER seeing and sensing these moments than wake up early to relish them. Make sense?

As a friend very aptly put it today, I like waking up when the sun is over my head, not playing peek-a-boo with me.

I don’t understand how people can be at their jobs at 6 or 7am in the morning. Do you like NOT sleep the night before? And what really do you have to be chirpy about at 7am? You wake up when everyone else is snuggled into their cosy beds. You make yourself a cup of tea/coffee and breakfast, munch it down alone and get to work. You drive, walk etc to work on deserted streets where even the homeless are sleeping. Sweet!

And what’s with the RJs in the morning? Why are they so fake-happy and excited to be hosting a show which people are listening to as they groggily make their way from their bed to the bathroom till the time they’re stuck in a gridlocked traffic jam? Really, where is the joy in being the person who drones on and on while the world would just like you to shut up and grab 5 extra minutes of shut eye?

When I wake up in the morning, and it doesn’t matter if it’s early 6:30am or late 9am, it’s still torturous. Even if I slept at midnight, I still wouldn’t be fresh at 9am. Doesn’t happen. And then I see mom being nice and cheerful and daddy making me a cup of chocolate and it makes want to curl up in bed and sleep the cheeriness away. How, just how is someone cheery in the morning??

And then there is he issue of how my brain doesn’t function (at all) when I wake up early. I could wake up at 6:30 or 7 or 8am, and yet, for the next 2 hours, I’m sleep-walking. You could pick any topic and all the response you’ll get is Hmmm and an occasional Uh-huh. Also, even long showers don’t pop my eyes open. Imagine having to get to a morning class to study math, my favouritest subject in a zillion galaxies, when my eyes won’t open and my brain won’t work. Peachy keen I tell you. Peachy peachy keen.

And the absolute torture of early mornings? The absolute? There isn’t a single good Coffee Café that opens before 11am. Where is a coffee junkie to go if she wants an Apple Pie Latte or even a nice Dark Roast Cappuccino to sip on? Before 11am, it’s a world without coffee. Wake me up when that ends.

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Musings at almost Midnight…

The biggest frustration gnawing at me incessantly the past few days has been my sheer incompetence at paragraph formations. For a person who has spent the kind of effort and time that I have on this language, it is nothing short of a cruel joke to have to deal with the idea of not being able to form coherent passages. What’s even worse, or rather, what makes me want to kill myself is the fact that people with less than mediocre communication skills seem to be doing just fine. Better than fine actually.

I’m not really arrogant about my language, but yes, it does start to feel like a personal assault when 5 jumbled sentences become an insurmountable hurdle. It’s even more frustrating because just how do you go up to someone and ask them to teach you to form paragraphs? I mean, it’s basic writing 101. Even when we wrote essays on “My favourite pet” in kindergarten, we knew how to go from one point to another.

As if being beyond hope in grammar was not enough, now, I fumble through the most scoring and basic topic in English Usage.

It’s times like these that make me wonder if I’m just fooling myself with wanting to write. If I cannot string together 5 sentences (that too with possible options staring me in the face) will I ever be able to create a story that flows seamlessly from the beginning to the end?

And just how will I crack a CAT paper without being armed with such rudimentary skills?

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