Sleeping is a tricky business. Only this last week have I learned this. Oddly enough,my being had developed a certain aversion to this phenomenon of recursive, reversible suspended sensory activity. Whether it was my long hours of watching ' The Walking Dead' that had triggered this abnormality or a more severe medical condition judging by its absolute stubbornness,I fail to know. At first, I went with the former. You see my roommate was on a tour of Kerala, and one doesn't simply sleep when in a room alone, having watched zombies rip apart humans for 5 hours straight.
There's a third possibility too, however, that can't completely be ruled out. A ' supernatural' possibility. Yes, I'm absolutely serious. How else would you explain cats screeching at my doorstep at 3 in the morning ! I mean,cats give me the creeps anyway,be it the way they stare with their ominous eyes as though saying 'soon,soon' or how they creep up behind me and appear out of thin air right before me just when I was having a reasonably good day. Vile creatures.
So anyways, this one night, I hear a cat 'meow'ing in the hostel corridor. I get up and step out to shoo it away. I look around . There it is! Our eyes met briefly, before that goddamned thing began to run towards me. Wtf!
Immediately I locked myself in. What in the name of god was that! I could hear the palpitation of my heart above the din made by that demon,now pawing at my door. Satan's minion at work. Twice I read the Hanuman Chalisa, then prayed to all the Gods I could remember, even some made up ones since I was desperate, then hid beneath a blanket, counting sheep.
The cat went on for a full half hour I think. Then, whether it thought I was dead already or made up its mind to revisit, I can't say. The silence was equally disturbing. God what I'd have given to get inside its head! "You evil bitch", I shouted,mustering the last ounce of courage I had left. There was a "meoow...meow mew". Mind you, that was no ordinary meow. It was the meow of a self-amused,victorious cat. We both knew it had succeeded. I was defeated by a pussy. Such shame! Alas, I shall have to live with it all my life.
My night was effectively ruined. In the nights that followed, I swear I heard a scratching sound outside my door,like it was trying to make its way. Just when I had decided to come up with a how-to-kill-that-crazy-billi plan,a cool friend gave me a cool idea of a cool device. Ear-fucking-phones! Yes, you crazy billi, I choose to ignore you.
I can finally sleep at night. There are these cool earphones to protect me and my roomie is back. The Gods to my rescue! The universe is at peace again. Thank you Shaktimaan.
There's a third possibility too, however, that can't completely be ruled out. A ' supernatural' possibility. Yes, I'm absolutely serious. How else would you explain cats screeching at my doorstep at 3 in the morning ! I mean,cats give me the creeps anyway,be it the way they stare with their ominous eyes as though saying 'soon,soon' or how they creep up behind me and appear out of thin air right before me just when I was having a reasonably good day. Vile creatures.
So anyways, this one night, I hear a cat 'meow'ing in the hostel corridor. I get up and step out to shoo it away. I look around . There it is! Our eyes met briefly, before that goddamned thing began to run towards me. Wtf!
Immediately I locked myself in. What in the name of god was that! I could hear the palpitation of my heart above the din made by that demon,now pawing at my door. Satan's minion at work. Twice I read the Hanuman Chalisa, then prayed to all the Gods I could remember, even some made up ones since I was desperate, then hid beneath a blanket, counting sheep.
The cat went on for a full half hour I think. Then, whether it thought I was dead already or made up its mind to revisit, I can't say. The silence was equally disturbing. God what I'd have given to get inside its head! "You evil bitch", I shouted,mustering the last ounce of courage I had left. There was a "meoow...meow mew". Mind you, that was no ordinary meow. It was the meow of a self-amused,victorious cat. We both knew it had succeeded. I was defeated by a pussy. Such shame! Alas, I shall have to live with it all my life.
My night was effectively ruined. In the nights that followed, I swear I heard a scratching sound outside my door,like it was trying to make its way. Just when I had decided to come up with a how-to-kill-that-crazy-billi plan,a cool friend gave me a cool idea of a cool device. Ear-fucking-phones! Yes, you crazy billi, I choose to ignore you.
I can finally sleep at night. There are these cool earphones to protect me and my roomie is back. The Gods to my rescue! The universe is at peace again. Thank you Shaktimaan.
