Being a normal sleeper

Honestly,I feel like writing so many times,especially when I want a perspective on things.I like doing that,asking for people's opinion,what they think about a certain thing.I often end up getting views and possibilities that I couldn't have thought of,or didn't anyway and that gives a whole new dimension to most things.But the problem with blogging is,the best thoughts(blogworthy at least) come to me just before I am about to sleep.Now,who really has the energy to switch on the laptop and type when you could just forget everything and GO TO SLEEP.Ah!the sweet slumber.

I am such a fan of sleeping,more so,because I have had a reverse sleep cycle since almost three years.How I managed,just don't ask!I tried so hard to get back to normalcy and behave like normal human beings.Nothing worked for me.I would sleep till late noon and then go to sleep early in the morning earning much criticism.And then one fine day(actually,just a few days back) woooopie!(insert a certain Sarabhai here :D) it happened.I felt extremely sleepy around midnight and woke up fresh in the MORNING.Slept at midnight and woke up in the morning.Slept at midnight and woke up in the morning.You see that?It was such a HUGE deal for me.Makes me wonder if things are really in our hands or are we just puppets?I mean,here I was practicing sleep hygiene and what not all the time and couldn't have a normal,socially acceptable circadian rhythm,inducing melatonin production with tryptophan to sleep on time,getting enough sunlight to tell me lazy weird brain that it IS morning now,but BUT.NOTHING.WORKED.(Do I sound like one of those whiny sad people from Telebrands?)And snap!just like that it worked.I have no idea how.I think it was Divine Intervention.Divinity was finally satisfied that I needed an intervention....I so needed it.

Why was I trying so badly all this while?I guess,that's where I was behaving like a human.Trying,not giving up,bringing the Super power into believing how badly this was affecting me and that it was high time,some good happened to my sleep cycle.Not that my circadian rhythm is the only issue.There are more pressing,bigger problems.However,I am just happy at least something worked out for now.Funny,that I was planning to write an entirely different thing and all I wrote about was my sleeping patterns.But hey,I got a post to write :).

Hhhhhhhhh.....

Honestly,I didn't hate you as such but then I didn't love you either.I saw no reason why girls should swoon over you like a mad gushing bunch.You physique never really quivered me.You meant nothing.Your existence was of no standing value to me.Apparently,you were just a blue eyed poster boy.Till today.Till a few minutes back.Now,I am in love with you.You gave me that motivation amidst all the pulling back,all the lows.You just inspired me.There is nothing called impossible,you reinstigated that belief in me,for,somewhere it was all becoming fuzzy and forgotten.Shortcomings had taken over the strengths.They were almost on their way to victory defeating the will.But you showed me the way out.

You stammered,you still do you admitted.A disability not life hampering in an exceedingly large way but causing enough mental anguish nevertheless.I can't imagine what a difficult childhood you must have had.Oh!the boys at school would snigger and you would flunk the orals.Could you participate in the elocution and read fluently the chapters in class.Not a chance.You would walk with your head down and became painfully shy.

We only see what you are today,we didn't know you practice for an hour each day so you wouldn't falter under our scanning eyes.And I almost forgot about that back problem of yours-scoliosis.I feel a little backache today and I sat all day long pilling on muscle relaxants.You made me forget the little ache which I think was too much for me.Scoliosis, really?If you could manage that what is my pain!!With that gangly matchstick body,a mammoth effort to even utter words and a physical pain you triumphed.You did it!!With all those larger-than-life roles,speaking impeccable Urdu in long sentences you won our hearts!You are a Hero,thank you Mr.Hritik Roshan(and I am amazed how unmanageable it must have been to even speak your own name,an important part of your identity,like you told us you stammer most with the silent alphabets like "H" and other explosive words like "P").Hats off to you.

I am not a great fan of Celebrity Talk Shows usually but  Tere Mere Beech Mein by Farah Khan is OUTSTANDING!Go watch it to understand the power of today's episodes.

Takhliya