Courtesy: MT
India is progressing and progressing. There's no reason for anyone to doubt what Indians are capable of and no, this is not be being all romantic about my country. This is just me talking about a group of people with a common history and the situations it has dealt with. However, there are some problems, peculiar to India. Problems so small and so funny, nobody has been able to figure out a solution. Here's one little problem which could be the "Yahi" in "Yahi to maar kha gaya India".
So, I was never a morning person, I used to be up till late night for exams, for movies, for parties and I have never complained. However, I have started to realise that the situation is different when you're expected to be up all night. Here's a peep into a day of my working life.
I come home at 4am, it's still day time for my body so I hang around the house, eat something, check out all the viral videos I had missed during the day and go to sleep in an hour or two.
So, I was never a morning person, I used to be up till late night for exams, for movies, for parties and I have never complained. However, I have started to realise that the situation is different when you're expected to be up all night. Here's a peep into a day of my working life.
I come home at 4am, it's still day time for my body so I hang around the house, eat something, check out all the viral videos I had missed during the day and go to sleep in an hour or two.
It's 9, my maid talks for 15 minutes non stop on an extremely high pitch and I wake up, sit on a chair and wait for everyone to leave the house.
Maid leaves, I go to sleep and fifteen minutes later my mom calls, "Don't forget to leave my medical slip and card at home before you go.."
Whatever.
I go back to sleep. My brother, excited because it's the second day of his college wakes me up again (I stop keeping a track of time by now) and asks me how he LOOKS. I beg him to let me sleep, he says okay, he leaves my room, comes back to my room, all set for college, fresh and shiz, asks me to lock the door. I get up, finally thanking the lord that I'd finally get to sleep, he stops at the doorstep and asks me which lock would I use to lock the door when I leave.
I go back to sleep. My brother, excited because it's the second day of his college wakes me up again (I stop keeping a track of time by now) and asks me how he LOOKS. I beg him to let me sleep, he says okay, he leaves my room, comes back to my room, all set for college, fresh and shiz, asks me to lock the door. I get up, finally thanking the lord that I'd finally get to sleep, he stops at the doorstep and asks me which lock would I use to lock the door when I leave.
It's 10 and I give up by this time. I tell him politely that it's his choice. He picks up the keys and leave.
I crawl back to my bed, hoping to get an hour or so of good sleep, half n hour goes by and I'm deep asleep.
And then, two door bells within a gap of 20 minutes. 20 minutes, too long to not sleep, too short even for a nap.
The inquiry guy and the flipkart guy.
Okay, whatever. I take the parcel, everything's sorted. I can go back to sleep and still get an hour of good sleep before the day starts.
And then, my sister calls. Thrice. On landline.
Call 1. Please receive my flipkart package. Oh it has come! Wow, send me a picture whenever you can.
I come back to bed.
Call 2. Did you find the black stockings?
I come back to bed.
Call 3. Reminder, send me the picture.
I come back to bed.
Mom calls, on mobile.
Mom: Did the cook come? Okay, if she does ask her to...
And before I know it. It's 4. And I have to catch a bus at 4:30.
I havent slept properly, the cook hasnt come so I'll have to pack whatever's there, and I have to give the flipkart package to someone because no one's gonna be home when the driver comes to pick it up.