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Right now I am static… totally blank…
It happens to me sometimes. When I enjoy a good and long sleep in the afternoon, it happens. This sleep of mine starts in the afternoon, but ends in the evening, resulting in a sleepless night. And that’s what I am experiencing right now: rat jaga, as they say it in Urdu. And this rat jaga is not for any prayer or studying thing… it’s like the one which makes you feel like an owl sitting on a tree’s branch with a full moon in background!
The watchman is blowing his whistle out there in the street… phhrreeww! This sound used to freak me out when I was a kid. I used to think that it was due to some sort of an alien who had come to check the conditions for invasion. Then after reading some detective stories I began to think that this sound is made by some smugglers who are challenging everyone to catch them. And obviously I decided to accept the challenge. One night I stayed in my bed to wait for that whistling sound, and when I heard it, I jumped out of my bed and rushed to the balcony, feeling excited that I was going to catch a bad guy… You can’t imagine how disappointed I felt when I saw nobody else but the chaukidaar baba (old watchman). LOL!
Childhood has got its own charms. Mostly because of those ‘myths’ which were famous among us. I never told anyone about this whistle and watchman thing, though. Back then I used to think of it as my secret.
OK, I am still not feeling sleepy. May be I can keep on staring the monitor’s screen to get my eyes tired. Or may be I can try reading one of my text-books… Yes. YES! Now I remember. Back in those ‘whistle and watchman’ days, whenever I wanted to sleep, I used to try memorizing arithmetic tables, which acted just like a sleeping pill for a student like me… I better find my Calculus book now.