race against time
Race against Time
I set my alarm for early morning 6 AM, as usual. And I slept. I was still sleeping when suddenly i felt the lights dim all around me and a shadow lurking behind the curtains. It crept up slowly near my bed. A Satan it was, full with a set of horns on its head and a wicked smile. The Satan extended its hand. I wanted to wake up desperately, but Satan must have put a spell on me. I struggled. The Satan was almost near me. I shouted at him, but I think Satan's either dont have ears or dont care about living things. It picked up my Alarm clock and set it at 8:30. Having done this it disappeared with another wicked smile. I cursed loudly, and that must have woken me (real me) up. I was sitting on my bed, sweating profusely, and looking at my clock which was still showing 5 minutes to 6. I thanked god for not having sent Satan down. On second thought, I thanked the satan for coming into my dreams. Now I have 5 more minutes. All the emphasis on 5.
I had a deadline to meet at 8:30. It was a daily deadline, or rather it should be dead-or-alive-line. It gives me shivers to think of what happens to people who miss the deadline. Some of them are never seen again.
I was brushing my teeth and at the same time trying to heat water for my tea, when the bell rang. It was the neighbour kid Elmo, 6 years old and almost a Calvin of Calvin-and-hobbes fame. He had made up a habit to visit me early in the morning. He says that by watching my 'get-ready-in-time' show first thing in the morning, makes his school bearable. He says that he has changed his mind. Unlike other kids, he never wants to grow up. His schecule is tight enough. He cant stand any more deadlines.
Now, that I had an audience, I had an expectation to live upto. Remeber that when I opened the door, I was still brushing my teeth and tea was on stove. Then I remembered that I had not swicthed on Water Geyser for heating. As I was reaching out for a swicth the power went out. It must be the
I set my alarm for early morning 6 AM, as usual. And I slept. I was still sleeping when suddenly i felt the lights dim all around me and a shadow lurking behind the curtains. It crept up slowly near my bed. A Satan it was, full with a set of horns on its head and a wicked smile. The Satan extended its hand. I wanted to wake up desperately, but Satan must have put a spell on me. I struggled. The Satan was almost near me. I shouted at him, but I think Satan's either dont have ears or dont care about living things. It picked up my Alarm clock and set it at 8:30. Having done this it disappeared with another wicked smile. I cursed loudly, and that must have woken me (real me) up. I was sitting on my bed, sweating profusely, and looking at my clock which was still showing 5 minutes to 6. I thanked god for not having sent Satan down. On second thought, I thanked the satan for coming into my dreams. Now I have 5 more minutes. All the emphasis on 5.
I had a deadline to meet at 8:30. It was a daily deadline, or rather it should be dead-or-alive-line. It gives me shivers to think of what happens to people who miss the deadline. Some of them are never seen again.
I was brushing my teeth and at the same time trying to heat water for my tea, when the bell rang. It was the neighbour kid Elmo, 6 years old and almost a Calvin of Calvin-and-hobbes fame. He had made up a habit to visit me early in the morning. He says that by watching my 'get-ready-in-time' show first thing in the morning, makes his school bearable. He says that he has changed his mind. Unlike other kids, he never wants to grow up. His schecule is tight enough. He cant stand any more deadlines.
Now, that I had an audience, I had an expectation to live upto. Remeber that when I opened the door, I was still brushing my teeth and tea was on stove. Then I remembered that I had not swicthed on Water Geyser for heating. As I was reaching out for a swicth the power went out. It must be the