Of hibernation and coffee (but not really about coffee)
A lesser known side about me for those who don't know me (kind of redundant isn't it, given that someone who doesn't know me surely won't know the lesser known things about me) and sadly, an increasingly known side about me, for people who know me, is my knack for random conversation. I say this sadly because you have nooo idea how hard it is to sound credible when that happens. I noticed it (rather, it was pointed out to me) long time back when I’d chill with stoner friends and have stoner conversations-and I don't smoke! For me, though, it’s just about talking – doesn’t matter about what, why and with whom. And thankfully, I have a varied and interesting bunch of friends who always keep this side up and running in me.
And this post is written in particular for T-“the gentle mind.” There’s randomness bubbling underneath and every now and then, some of it breaks free. There’s lots more where that came from, I’m sure of it! :)
“Imagine if we hibernated like bears!” said T
Yeah! What if we hibernated? What if for 3 to 4 months in the year, we all just said our goodnights and “see you in spring” and passed out?
Personally, I’m not sure how I feel about it. On one hand the thought of feasting royally and then going to bed makes me all smiley and happy (not to mention the thought that when I wake up, I’d have actually lost all that weight on its own) (and at this T, who’s tiny, points out that she would probably disappear!) on the other hand even when I sleep past 1 on a Sunday, I wake up with that depressing feeling that my holiday has gone by – imagine that feeling after sleeping for months!!??
By now, a little of my rationale has decided to kick in (NOTE: I am a product of television and interaction with other people. A little knowledge IS a dangerous thing. I know, cos I use it!) as I begin to explore the realistic side of it. First up, I would need a verryy comfortable bed, one that probably fluffs my pillow automatically - cos I do not want to wake up from a season long snooze with a crick in my neck! Maybe an inbuilt music system (I know it sounds irrelevant, but I cannot sleep without some soothing music on and I know I’m not alone on this one) and massager (just seems right). The room too, would probably have a climate control device so that it always stays just perfect. Also, for the couple bed, I think it’d be nice if a device could flip one of the two people close so that they could automatically cuddle for a bit, and then the thing would flip you back so that you’d get space time too!
I don’t want to get into the real realistic side (that involves the bodily functions) so let’s just assume it takes care of itself.
All in all, I think 7 hours a day, every day is ok with me. I hate the thought of going to sleep next to someone and knowing that I’m going to see her after months. And I don’t even want to think about the number of people who won’t ever wake up (if you know what I mean.) Damn, I thought about it! Now I feel compelled to actually work it out – that’s about 1,24,41,600 people!!
On the other hand, maybe if people spent more time sleeping, there’d be less people dead!
And just like that, this seemingly pointless post about people being bears has ended up about humanity and hope– now that’s random!
