Adventurous mornings

Every night before hitting the bed, for once I wonder, how my next morning is going to be. How many times am I going to slip, trip and fall today and how many neighbors are going to stare at me as I run? Will my feet have shoes or flip-flops ?

Time gets cruel in the morning. Every morning I open my eyes to realize that I have some responsibilities and I have to keep up to them. My fingers fumble to find my cell phone. My eyes try to force some vision onto the brightly lit phone to check the time. I find me warm, wrapped completely in my blanket. Keeping my cell phone aside, I give myself a due of few more minutes and start off with a new dream. My cell phone lays helpless as it watches me sleep past hours. In the Dream world I believe there is no such entity as time, a world where no credit is given for punctuality. Wow!

I like completing a movie once I start watching it. Even though you never realize if you are done dreaming, the same thing is applicable to dreams. Switching between two worlds is hard, especially when its coming back to reality from deep sleep and at this peak hour a small yawn can put you back to deep baby sleep.

The alarm starts ringing .It rings .it keeps ringing. It wakes my mom up and she, who doesn’t know to switch it off, wakes me up in turn. I switch it off or snooze it depending on how open my eyes are.

After this part, As I wake up and freshen up, I sit on the table and spend some time with the cup of tea kept ready for me. I stare at it as though I have feelings for it. As a matter of fact I find it very HOT! Spending nearly 15 minutes for breakfast leaves me with half an hour to get the college bus !!

Thirty minutes is all I get to shave, take a shower, dress up, wear a belt, do my hair, get socks, wear shoes and walk for 2 minutes. It also includes remembering to take my watch, cell phone , wallet and my hanky!

Shaving is like art. Its takes talent to trim your goatee and get it in shape.A hot water bath on a cold morning is always the best part of my morning. A heavenly feeling is what you get when steam gushes out and invades the air in your bathroom.

My bathroom is quite close to the bus stand, close enough for me to hear the honking of buses.

During my shower, I get three warning honks from three different busses.

If the first horn is heard, it alludes that I need to hurry up a bit.

If the second horn goes, I need to skip hair do.

The third horn is a RED ALERT sign which means I have to skip hair do, socks n shoes, grab my flip flops and RUN!!

My neighbors have the habit of reading newspapers and washing clothes in the morning.

A mocking smug is all I get when they see me run across the lane, gasping for breath with the belt hanging out my waist.

Once I reach the road, I get a feeling of completing a marathon!. Actually, the running keeps me active all day and gets me going.

I arrive at my waiting point and wonder if the bus has already left, because at this point of time each second counts.

It takes a bus 10 seconds to cover the section of that road. Even seconds of delay may account to my running behind the bus for about 4-5 meters, which is very difficult to cover after loosing breath in my lane marathon.

The consequences of boarding the bus after all this may be, ending up stepping on dog poop, dirtying pants with muddy feet, leg aching through out the day or even getting hit by a speeding vehicle.

Boarding the college bus has always been an adventure. All this, not because I have no other bus to go by, but only because there is no match for the fun we have in the college bus.

All this will be missed..