I can never wake up!

I do not know how to change my ways. I am so so mad at myself. Will somebody please teach me how to wake up on time? At a said time.

I manage to get Mint mad almost everyday. The resounding alarms coupled with the vibrating effects from the cell phone fail to wake me up. Or maybe I just hit snooze in my sleepy daze and not know it?

The cell phones (I have two of them) continue to ring. He calls me a million times to wake me up at the hour that has been previously decided upon by us. But maybe when I sleep the world turns mute. Why else would the calls not wake me up???

As usual, we’d decided to wake up at a particular time today. We need to operate according to the different time zones that USA and UK lie in and observe. To talk to me, he woke up at 5 am his time, just so that we get to speak for a while before I leave for class and he leaves for work! And no goodies for guessing, I continued to sleep through the trillion phone calls and the recurrent sounds of the buzzing alarms. Then finally I woke up with a jerk and realise its almost time for class. I speak to him, and in the next two minutes tell him I need to run now. He who has woken up at an insane hour to talk to me, and then patiently been waiting for me and attempting to wake me up is bound to get mad if I tell him something like that the instant we start talking. Oh how I hate myself!

When I lived at home, I had mom or dad coming over to wake me up. It would start by waking me up with kisses, and then moving on to shaking me, then shaking me enough to rattle my bones, and if all that failed, then the sister would give me a hard kick and push me out of bed.

Its been so long since I am living alone, but I have still not learnt how to wake up by myself. I always end up being late. Actually, I think I can deal with that, but what I cant deal with is the guilt. The guilt that comes when he wakes up for me, waits for me and I sleep through it all. It makes me hate myself..

I need to know the difference between being dead and being asleep. Oh, will someone teach me how to wake up?? 😦 😦

I want..

I’m sitting in the lab, hoping that the growls hollering out of my belly do not disturb the people around me. Unlike me, they all seem to be working in deep concentration, totally engrossed in their worlds. Yes, I am hungry. I know I can go to the cafeteria and pick up something that can relieve my famished soul, but today, I crave for something else.

I crave for chinese. Not the renowned, bland chinese food that is available in restaurants here. But Indian chinese. Chinese food that is sold on four wheeled carts on Mumbai roads. I wan’t spicy schezwan noodles. Artificially oranged. Eaten with tin forks that have been dipped in a bucket filled with muddy water, in the name of being washed.

I am craving that flavoured spice in the noodles that makes you smack your lips, for the flies that keep you company, for the parked cars that allow you to lean on them as you watch the vehicles go by, for the water that fills up your eye as you take in the spice, for the greasy plates that you return to the vendor.

I want Mumbai. I want India. I want chinese food. I want spicy schezwan noodles!! I want it all..!