sleepless in cyberabad...

Sometimes there is a routine to life, which becomes boring. at other times, when its broken, the same routine feels very good. It feels as if we were going through life's motions without realising what it is all about. but then there comes a time when breaking the routine becomes a routine in itself.
Now what i am talking about, is a routine of sleeping - everyday. i have been doing this all through my life, night after night. childhood to adolescence to college now a full time employee. The only exceptions which are, have been very few. I have slept days and nights days after nights 16 hours at a stretch. but this has never happened. sleep used to be so good after a steel-glass full of lassi. c'mon man, i was famous for sleeping at 10 in the night. this looks like a distant land. a new world, where i dont get to meet sleep. now let me state the fact loud and clear:

this is the 3rd consecutive day for which i haven't slept.

and am living in a world which is not looking very good. at home on my chair i talk to people who are not present. No one knows which conversation i am talking about. they have talked to me, according to me, that is. playing games on the new toy gifted to us by our ann-daata - microsoft, is passing my time.Now, I even tried to use it to tire my eyes, and i started with pervez mussharraf's "in the line of fire" trying to read it under a torch.

But nothing works!
Pray for me. I need sleep...