ALL THE THINGS WE NO LONGER DO.

My daily schedule goes on like this: 

I wake up with the maximum possible resistance...i have broken up my alarm clock thrice...and i have thrown my cell phone innumerable number of times (as a result of which its now in the service center getting repaired)...and then i see the time and despite all efforts of getting up, trying to make my eye cells open my eyes, i never wake up on time. Next goes my screaming at my mother for not working hard enough to wake me up...or if she is in the gym (which she normally is ) i just wake up cursing everything i find on my way to the bathroom.... 

then its time to choose something to wear which is the most difficult, mind-boggling thing to do and this wakes me quick...i have to find something i have not .-been wearing for the past week and not the same combination for anything....who said going to college is easy?...i vote for the simple school uniforms any day of my life..and this is coming out now when its of no use...

The time consumed in dressing up, combing your hair, wearing your shoes or sandles or whatever (in my case mostly shoes which entails tying the laces which implies a lot more extra minutes) and choosing a scarf that matches with your dress is..as much time as one needs to think of a random facebook status on a boring uneventful day (which by my experience is a lot)...and i am forced by time constraints to do all this in 10 min.  Doing that makes me feel like i am a Ninja. 

Rushing to the metro station, putting your baggage in that machine which checks for metal (and that security guy has stopped me for unknown reasons at least twice thus making me more late)...and the metro ride, the good public transport which gets to my college in the shortest time in maybe the least space and with the maximum possible people as my co-passengers. 

Never reaching on time, i get into my classroom from the back door...sleep through the entire class and instinctively wake up only when my class attendance takes place..

After the college gets over at 3..i rush back home again with my lovely new co-passengers so close to me that i can guess what shampoo they have used...or well how much deo they have used to hide their sweat...i reach home till 4...eat my lunch...watch How I Met Your Mother?..and then again starts my getting ready-reaching late for my dance class.

I come back till 8...eat my dinner...study a little...or atleast pretend to be studying...watch some movie or maybe Gossip Girl...and then go to bed.

Thats my day. Not a moment to look at the sunrise or the sunset...or listen to the birds in the morning or even to the traffic outside...or reflect on my spiritual self (or atleast try to know if i have one), ...or talk to flowers, furniture or any inanimate object around, feel the time passing by,lie back and watch the stars, laugh freely at noting at all....or maybe just for a moment, sit silently with myself...and smile at the joys that life has given us....These are the things we never do and probably have forgotten to do because we no longer know how it feels like.