What keeping up with "TIME" can do to you....

time..time..time.
controls us..sways us..makes us malleable..manipulates us...and god knows everytime f**ks us up (sorry for the language). anyhow..thats how things are.
The moment you wake up your eyes get fixed on the annoyingly pitchy table clock which blares out its six o' clock alarm.You get up.Eyes all swollen up.Your hair looking as if you had been hanged upside down all the while.You freshen up..come back to your room and look at wall clock ticking its 6:30 already...
as you get prepared and/or finish your previous night's work, you keep looking at your ticking watch.There's always deadline for everything.and You always seem to procrastinate it until the very end.You look at your watch again.Shit..its time to leave.You hurriedly get prepared.Probably wear the same crumbled up shirt and gulp down three pieces of bread at once (still looking at the few minutes before the time you are supposed to leave).More time is wasted as you keep chewing the bread that seems forever to gulp down. Hurriedly you try to swallow it with coffee.Shit. Burned your tounge again.
Damn..you are 5 minutes late already.You might miss your regular bus..and that would mean wasting up an hour or so in public shuttle.and that in noway is acceptible.You look at your watch again.You walk a little faster.a little more.now you start to run.
Panting you reach the bus stop.The tounge still feels funny.you burned up your taste buds yet again.The bus arrives a minute or two late.Phew..at least you made it.
you reach your destination.Finish up your work.and still the time matters.Lunch time comes.You fidget and tap your fingers on the table inside a busy restaurant.Damn.Why do all people have lunch at the same TIME?The waiter is busy taking everyone's orders.Your order comes late again.Shit.You have only 15 minutes to eat.And you never can eat fast.Anyhow you gulp down the spaghetti you ordered.Never really getting any taste.Thanks to the coffee burn.shit.five minutes.Time to swallow everything once more.Cautioned.You use water instead to swallow quickly.
You go to the pay counter.Give out a big buck.Shit.They dont have any change now.and now they are searching all over like crazy.You give up."keep the change" is all you can tell.
Oops! time to run again.
Tired and all battered up.You reach home.Make yourself a good meal.You look up at the clock in the kitchen wall.Damn.Your favorite program's about to start.Hurry up once again.
Hastened you take your half cooked meal and sit in front of the TV.The shows already on.You missed the first five minutes but thats okay.You slurp down your meal.Still it tastes of nothing.And it isn't completely cooked you groan.But you made it in time for your show, you console yourself.
Shows over exactly in time.Damn.Why couldn't it be of an hour more.
Back at your room.You have loads to do.You take out one among the stack.Start doing it forcefully.The phone rings now.Its an old friend.You keep talking of all the past memories.And laugh and talk along.What you dont realize is,that its 10:00 already.after you hang up.You look at that annoying digital clock again.Shit.10:30 you groan.
You sit in to work again.You take a long glance at the clock again.YAWN.Shit.How much is my efficieny now?you ask to yourself.You look at the pending stack again.
A rush of energy goes through your body for a split-second.Whatever it may be .I'll finish it.You think to yourself.You look at the clock again 10:15.Dammit.I'll drink coffee or even take a shower if necessary to keep myself awake, you think to yourself.
You keep writing.Until suddenly you find your head falling down and your eyes close, as if they weren't under your control.You open your eyes wide suddenly.Dammit,I can't fall asleep.you think to yourself.You stretch up a bit.Yawn again.and start doing the work.Suddenly everything turns upside down again.You eyes are all irritated.It hurts when you keep it open.You feel a little drunk.You can barely open your eyes.
Without thinking anything.You switch off that table lamp of your and jump straight at that comfortable bed of yours.Nothing feels good like sleeping, you say to yourself.As everything turns black.
You open your eyes.Shit scared.Head all banged up.Eyes swollen.You hair looking as if you had been hanged upside down all the while.Its the irritating digital clock again and its blaring the pitchy tune again.The tune which you have been so sick of listening to.Its six o' clock.Your eyes suddelny sees the stack of paper again.SHIT.shit.Pending work again.You get up.Look at your watch...and the cycle unfolds itself yet again.