On the path to higher consciousness

In the past few months I’ve learnt a lot about my self. The most significant lessons I’ve learned, surprisingly, is about something that I hold very very dear; my sleep. I simply can’t do with out sleep; well most people can’t do without it, but then I need lots ‘n’ lots of it, more than eight hours of it every night, I abhor waking up in the morning, I prolong my sleep till about eight thirty in the morning on an ‘office goin’ day (much later on a weekend… probably till about 11) and still feel extremely lethargic in the afternoon, ready to drop my head on my keyboard at the minimal of nudges and doze off into a happy afternoon siesta.

But… Hey! Why didn’t I realize my ‘sleepaholic’ tendencies a little earlier… much earlier? It isn’t one of those subtle symptoms that pass unnoticed till the doctor gives you a death certificate (say like duodenum cancer). It’s a glaring ‘on your face’ ailment that makes life sluggish, unproductive and every bit self INDULGENT…


…I LOVE TO SLEEP
(mumbled aloud in a slow, dreamy and drugged sorta way)

(still mumbling)
I loose all purpose, realty and any sense of time and space, … its my drug, my opium, my dope and the crutches that I hold on to withstand the ravages of daily life.

…I LOVE TO SLEEP
(mumbled aloud in a slow, dreamy and drugged sorta way)


… enough of mumbling and self indulgence and let me get back to answering my left brain’s query on my ‘sleepaholic’ tendencies and why it took me such a long time notice it… ,

‘Sleepaholism’ sets in slowly as you pass into the wrong side of 25. I wasn’t as (quote unquote) lazy as I used to be. In the not so distant past I did wake up early, caught my worm, worked out in the gym, put in productive hours at work especially in the afternoon, and spend significant hours in the evening devoted to the higher purposes in life.

But ‘sleepaholism’ can’t just be about age, can it? Is it an ugly reflection of where my life is heading; directionless, nowhere? Reality seems absurd, the proposes disdainful and my work alienating. Sleep seems to be the only remedy; it doesn’t require great intellect or significant capital to sustain it as a habit (gee.. any ‘ol’ corner will do for a nap, wont it?).

But then, I do desperately seek a cure for ‘sleepaholism’, I can't drift in to this cycle of lethargy and apathy. Need to kick start ‘me brain cells’, get the positive energies flowing thru… again...


…hold on boy, there is hope for you, a glimmer at the end of the tunnel…


… there is this drink, discovered quiet accidentally, an entire empire built on its trade, and wars fought for its control….


…the catalyst for great ideas and inventions…


…the Elixir of life…


…TEA!


…my next blog entry!