Woke up at 6

On 3rd June, a Sunday, I had a crazy day, though I enjoyed myself thoroughly.

I had left at 11 in the morning and came home at 10 pm or so, all exhausted and thirsty. All I could do was drink lots of water and slump onto my bed, and sleep... like a log. I don't have dreams usually(I don't remember them the next morning) but that night I dreamt that I am in a street race. I don't know much about my ride, but its got blue LED lights, and black in colour, with silver alloy wheels. I make a perfect start, drag, and shift just after my opponent has. The crowd becomes a blur, as the engine noise engulfs me. The ride is supersonic, I drift through turns, go airborne over obstacles and make a sliding finish first. I get out, beers and cheers everywhere, I go up to the race master, snatch my wad of dollars, spit on my opponents car. And I see this chick, who is visibly crazy over me. She is running up to me and jumps in my arms, I break free, look at her, she is drop dead gorgeous. She looks at me with those black stone eyes, and says, in a gruff voice which reminded me of my dad..." Malhotra saaab! wake up you are late !!".

I wake up, but cannot make sense of anything, everything is blurry, and a faint back to bed. A firetruck siren is ringing outside my house, I try to shut my ears, but its too close. Wait that siren is familiar, hey! thats my alarm clock!1. Now why did I set the alarm to go off at an unearthly hour- 6 am?? SHIT- TRAINING DAY!

I walk outside my room, I haven't seen my living room flooded with morning light in ages. 6 am seems like a moonwalk. Dad has left for his morning walk, mom and dhruv are peacefully asleep. Well nobody remembers today is my first day at the training I guess. So I go into the bathroom, and brush my teeth, still half asleep but lost in deep thoughts.---->

When I used to be a kid, and get up for school, my mom would come to me and whisper in my ears, to wake me up, softly gently, and then she would come again and again until I finally got up. She used to be up and about, even at 5.30 am and would be in the kitchen packing my lunch and making breakfast. Dad would be cutting fruit for me, or peeling almonds. I used to be the center of attraction... getting ready for school. Even the cook would get up and start his daily chores, as my mom would sit next to me as I ate breakfast. She used to keep looking at me, ensure that I ate well, drank milk and ate almonds, don't forget my lunch ... adjusting my shirt collar here and there, before I left for the bus stop. Dad would be waiting in the veranda, to accompany me to the bus stop, lest i miss my bus and he be required to drop me off.........

And today, after ages, passing out of school, securing my future, and what not, I wonder whether I have distanced myself so much from my family, that I have to see the desolate living room in the morning, with zero activity, with dad off for his morning walk, and mom and dhruv sleeping away... no sign of the cook either? Am I justified in so selfishly taking everything for granted- my family and my childhood? Doesn't anyone care for the self centered 'me' anymore? Is it too late to have those days back?

ahhh.. Shoot, forget the bullshit man, who cares for anyone these days huh? I am wide awake now, with a bit of a hangover. I get dressed in the NSIT livery for the suzuki plant- crisp blue shirt, black trousers, black belt, black shoes and a black attitude.. I am stunning man!(ok i copied that one from Will Smith). I go into the kitchen, I guess I will have to fix breakfast myself. I see the kitchen lights on , I go in and there is my MOM bustling away, the toaster is on, the frying ban is hissing, the vegetables are chopped, ....
"Good Morning Ma! What are you doing?!"
Mom is visibly surprised at my chirpy entry, and replies in a matter-of-factly way..
" You have to go today young man, I am making breakfast, what on earth did you expect me to do?" Oh well yeah of course...(wooo hoooo! Nothing's changed after all!) I happily come out of the kitchen, dhruv is still asleep with his mouth open, aww cmon man its holidays for him. I catch a glimpse of dad in the veranda, with the newspaper.(Wow! im back in my childhood!) I go out to say hello. He says
"The driver is here for you, but I don't trust that fellow a bit, he is bound to get you lost... should I drop you??"
"No thanks dad, I ll manage, that was very thoughtful of you".

As I eat breakfast, mom is sitting next to me, keeping an hawk's eye on my plate, lest I leave anything, and dad is peeling almonds. I think to myself "What a jackass you are Mr. Malhotra!! Getting lost in stupid reveries just for nothing! Wow its good to be at home in the vacations!

though I am not at home for most of the time..
will write a bit about training soon...
cheers as usual