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I stare aimlessly at the ceiling....My mind is crammed up with unknown thoughts...I stretch a little in an effort to drive out the fatigue from my muscles...After setting the alarm for 6am, I shut my eyes tightly and wait...wait for my senses and my body to sleep..I can actually feel my senses spin and my mental eye flashing a collage of scenes..I can see the Marathalli Road traffic bottleneck, the zig-zag roads unevenly lined with tall buildings and shabby huts...of pedestrians walking at the side of the road where the bus stops are, of cars angrily honking, of millions of bikes crawling.......NO..I shut my eyes tighter...my ears now seem to burst with the cacophony of people chattering in the cafetaria and the deafening Kannada music playing in the SISO cab...I can smell the mixed flavour of North Indian food and idli dosa and pizza bread. I take a deep breath, turn over the other side and try to think of pleasant sights. There comes the vivid imagery of Bangalore Central mall..with fluoroscent yelloes-greens-red merchandise on display, with every nook and corner zammed with clothes, with mannequins staring coldly and smiling mechanically, of cash center queues, of people flocking in large numbers at the entrance of the Mall....I take a deeper breath now and try to copy-paste some pleasant soothing sight from my memory into my mental imagery...NONE absolutely..

Why is life a mere slave to the clock..mercilessly and perfectly ticking away..? Why has free will been supressed by deadlines and alarm bells and schedules? Why has the random and the spontaneous been governed by the rigidly and tightly planned? Why has the freedom to stroll lesisurely been trampled by this rat-race?