Infinite loop

5AM. Some day. 2006, Boise.

I open my eyes shattering some shitty dream and for a while I wonder where I am.
Well, I am on my bed.
I see my watch and heave a sigh of relief. Its only 5 and I am not in places where I was a while I ago in my dreams. Again sleep somehow finds its way to my eyes and I am down.
This time not a single dream but only sleep.
Deep sound sleep.
Feels free.
Some heavy burden is off my head and I am as light as a feather.

6AM.
Its 6:00 in the morning. Well I dont know it is 6:00. The phone rings and I wake up. It should be 6.
Damn. I always wonder why such sleep never comes anywhere near me during night.
God damn nightmares.
Suffocating. Smothering.
I blame the bed. Too soft for me.
Well, to hell with everything and I go to sleep.

7AM.
I wake up suddenly as though something jolted me. It is already 7. I know I cant sleep beyond seven. Traces of discipline left in me chase my sleep away. Hmm..nothing else to do with sleep taken off. But laziness is still around.

7:30AM
I am under the shower. Laziness has just been flushed down the toilet along with the hot water flowing all over me. Hunger is next in queue. So I feel hungry.

8AM
I am packing my lunch. Shit! It stinks.
My lunch box.
I didnt wash it yesterday.

8:15AM
We are on our way to the gate house. Its snowing.
I love snow.
Seems heavens have opened up and showering white petals. Snow flakes are falling all over the place, landing gently, softly. you can hardly feel them until they sit on you and tickle with a little chill.
It feels nice untill you take a look at the breakfast table.

Same stuff as yesterday. Scrambled eggs, flour totillas, baked potatoes, varieties of milk with myraid nutrient stats, bread, doughnuts, oat meal, corn flakes, taco shells, muffins, salsa, jalapinos, cheese, jam, pan cakes, biscuits, fruits....
They suck. But hunger says eat it any how. My tongue doesnt complain.

8:30.
I am on my way to work. Snowing has stopped and every thing seems to have frozen. Even time. The trees look bare and naked. Every bit of moisture has been sucked out by the dry winds. I feel winter is very merciless. Not a single leaf or anything green. Only spotless white snow. The white colour has hidden the underlying harshness. Far away I see live stock. So nonchalantly chewing their cud. The weather has left them alone.

I am in front of my office building. Its the same parking lot. I walk past a lot of people on my way to my cubicle. Some are familiar faces. Some are strange.

12 noon.
Sun is shining brightly and he seems to be running the show now. Snow is busy hiding from him. Half of it has already escaped into Boise gutters. This is march snow, someone said.

6PM.
Its seems only a few minutes after lunch. The clock seems to be in a hurry.
Always.
Amidst PTRs, escalations, coffee talks, cookie meetings, conf calls, net meetings, presentations, code walk throughs, code study, bug fix porting, time flies.
Time to leave.

We hit the road again.
The entire humanity is out there. I dont mind. Feel a little tired and start eating the fruit that I flicked from the breakfast table.
Mind runs riot. Just starts thinking of how people live here. There isnt much to do apart from work. You cant hang out in MG road. You cant go to rice bowl. You cant go to Bangalore central. You dont have your bike. You cant eat pani puri. Well you cant many things.

6:30PM
I am back in my apartment. The maid has set my bed right and everything looks tidy. Suddenly I feel tired and fall on the sofa. Its not tiredness. Its just fatigue. Also hunger reminds me of its existence.

7:30PM
I am at the cooking table.
Something is cooking.
I am lost in "Thats 70s show". The whistle of the cooker alerts me.

I know how much sambar powder to put. Salt is less, as always. We add it.
Amidst the usual gossips, dinner is over.

I walk back to my apartment. I see clear skies and full moon. Stars are playing hide and seek.
What tranquility!!
The night seems to have totally forgotten what happened during the day.
One can hardly say it snowed. Only 8 hours ago.

5AM. Next day.
I open my eyes. I am glad I am not in the exam hall, without a hall ticket. I try to figure out where I am. Oh yeah! I am on the floor somewhere between the TV and the sofa. I crawl to the bed knowing pretty well the phone is going to ring at 6.
Sleep consumes me.
I lose myself.