the limit... and more...
Finally, a whole week of getting home late and hopping into bed past 2.30 am has taken a toll on me. I am sick. It's probably fatigue or even some viral infection. The weekend ahead is filled too, but I am hoping for some sound sleep in my warm cozy bed for a few hours past my usual wake-up time.
The whole show started last weekend, with some dinner invitations. Since then, I had been working the whole day at office, going home and getting out again for something or the other in the night.
But again, this isn't new. I am used to working 13 hours, travelling 2-3 hours, partying 5-6 hours and sleeping if any time remains. All this the whole week through. And I am as fresh as a daisy every morning and as energetic as a high-on-dope rockstar every evening. That too, without the dope.
Not anymore. It dawned on me the meaning of those words that intrigued me whenever somebody uttered them. At times, I thought it was sheer laziness that made them mouth those spoilt-sport words. Those words that never made any sense to me, couldn't relate to. Those words that are always uttered by 'other' people, just like how accidents, etc, happen to 'other' people and we are mere passersby who just comment and get on. My response then was merely a giggle or an exasperated sigh.
But now I know, and it's finally my turn to say, "age is catching on..."
The whole show started last weekend, with some dinner invitations. Since then, I had been working the whole day at office, going home and getting out again for something or the other in the night.
But again, this isn't new. I am used to working 13 hours, travelling 2-3 hours, partying 5-6 hours and sleeping if any time remains. All this the whole week through. And I am as fresh as a daisy every morning and as energetic as a high-on-dope rockstar every evening. That too, without the dope.
Not anymore. It dawned on me the meaning of those words that intrigued me whenever somebody uttered them. At times, I thought it was sheer laziness that made them mouth those spoilt-sport words. Those words that never made any sense to me, couldn't relate to. Those words that are always uttered by 'other' people, just like how accidents, etc, happen to 'other' people and we are mere passersby who just comment and get on. My response then was merely a giggle or an exasperated sigh.
But now I know, and it's finally my turn to say, "age is catching on..."
posted by anumita at 3:30 am
6 Comments:
well.. catch up with some good sleep..
sleeplessness has made you publish the same post twice.
hahaha i was just going to say that... bura hoisu ro !!! LOLOL
Chakra Sampath: You are quick! The second post was probably online for half a minute before I deleted it. And you caught it!!
Yeah... I need to rest my weary bones.
Pallavi: You bet! kisu bura holu!!
hi anumita,
Thanks for dropping by:)...
You got a lot of patience to read thru ALL my posts!
And hey, you must be really fast if age needs to "catch" up with you:D
Rhea
hi anumita.
this is Angel F
thanks for coming over my place once more.
you have your ways with words too. it makes me wanna cuddle into you and feel that i am somehow special. or should i say very different?
wishing you and yours Happy Holidays!
Peeved: Even I would like to believe I am getting better with age. Notwithstanding, failing memory, tiredness with even watching TV and not understanding half the jokes, the kids around crack!
Rhea: I have tremendous patience when it matters, Rhea. It comes with age, I guess.
Angel: You are indeed special. And to many, I am sure. I don't know who you are or where you are, and to me, it's the way you write that makes you so special. Cause that's my connection with you. Be happy always, sweets.
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