sleeping problems


Insomnia, that dreaded word which drives most people out of their minds, is a common phenomenon today. People keep wondering why is it that they’re unable to sleep after a hard day’s work. Plenty of research, and whatever else that researchers do on these kinds of subjects, has been done. The most common result of these researches says that insomnia is the result of today’s fast-paced, stressful lifestyle led by most adults. All of these results, research and findings were of no consequence to me at all. I would just skip through these kinds of articles while reading newspapers because for me falling asleep was no problem at all. And I’ve never been able to relate to people who find it hard to go to sleep. One of the many wonderful things of being a swimmer is that you never have to worry about falling asleep (but we sure have to worry about falling asleep at all the wrong places!). Just give us a pillow, or most would agree with me when I say even that is not necessary, and we’re off on to another world within a snap of your fingers.

However, lately, I’ve been facing a problem that I’d never thought of as a problem in the first place. Yes, that dreaded disease called insomnia had struck me too! Due to my injury, I had been advised complete bed-rest by my doctor. This meant that I’d gone from spending hours at the pool doing gruelling workouts to just lying on the bed all day long. Initially, I must admit this diktat by the doctor of complete rest was very appealing. When you work your body day in and out beyond its limits, it craves for rest, which I was giving in ample amounts now. I kept sleeping and my body and mind just kept soaking in all the rest that it had been craving for all these months.

But there finally came a time point when my body had rested enough and it started craving to go back to its daily regimen of exercise. That, my friends, is when the entire problem began. No workout meant no physical exertion which meant no exhaustion which meant no sleepy feeling which in turn meant sleepless nights. In spite of having spent the whole day wide awake trying to do whatever limited activities I was permitted to do, the problem persisted- I could not sleep at night. Here on, I found a new goal for myself. I set upon a mission to make myself fall asleep.

I asked around a little, I googled falling asleep methods and here’s a peek into some of the methods tried by me to fall asleep-

  • Meditation
  • Counting sheep
  • Deep breathing
  • Listening to soft music
  • Chanting some mantras

There are a lot more ways on the list but its pretty long and some I’d just rather not mention it here. I’d like to say here that all of these above mentioned methods and the rest on my list are complete crap. They do not work. These websites that I’d googled never advertised the fact that there was a very good possibility their solutions might not work. They did nothing to bring back my sleep to me. It still evaded me. I worried that I’d turned into one of those nocturnal creatures who have shaped their lives around staying awake at night. I was almost on the verge of singing, “O bring back O bring back O bring back my sleep to me, to me”. I’m not trying to be funny here. I was that desperate.

And the more I worried, the more sleep evaded me. So I finally gave up. I just let myself be. Let my sleep be wherever it is. I decided to let it come back to me whenever it was ready to do so. And guess what happened next?! Nope, there was no dramatic Bollywood movie-style change of heart experienced by my sleep. It still refuses to come back. I’m still an insomniac. It’s just not ready to return, I guess. And so I continue to spend sleepless and restless nights only to get up feeling groggy and with a pounding head in the morning. But the only difference now is that I’ve stopped trying to fight it and I’ve made peace with my sleepless-ness. In fact, as I’m typing this its 2 a.m. in the morning. I can watch my parents and sister sleep, hear their snores, feel the calmness of the night, listen to its silence and yet here I sit in front of my laptop writing this article.

I do not know how many of you out there will be able to relate to this experience of mine. I realize that I’m currently in a no man’s land- neither am I living a swimmer’s life nor a regular person’s life. Still I hope that if ever any of you come across this problem, you’ll remember my experience and not try to fight it, for sleep is very precious that needs to be earned. On this note, I’ll say ciao.

-Lekha Kamat

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The beauty called NOTHING!

 I’d been given the task of writing an article which would be at least close to, if not as good as, entertaining today’s fast-paced-micro-blogging-addicted crowd. So in my mind I had my task cut out for me- To be able to write something which sets the trend of awesomeness to maintain the cool quotient of our oh-so-cool blog.

Finally, after days of thinking and introspecting and with a great amount of help from my fellow limes, I’m happy to say I came up with… *drum roll please* …NOTHING!!!  Yes, that’s right I drew up a blank. For the first time in my life I’ve truly come to appreciate the complexities of our mind. In our whole day, the entire 86400 seconds that we breathe, our mind is filled with a million thoughts of varied topics ranging from what you feel like eating today to terrorism to sex to contemplating if you want to shit right now or not. Now, with these many number of interesting topics to dwell on, you’d imagine that finding a topic to write a piece on should be easy. Wrong. I thought that way too until I finally sat down to write and realized that suddenly all that frenzied activity going on in my upper storey 24/7 has come to a standstill! I said, “Aww c’mon brain! Don’t you have some priorities? This is important. I really need you to do the lucky draw thingy and come up with a nice and lovely topic on which I can write nice and lovely stuff”. Now you’d think your own brain would at least listen to what you say, if not what others say. But guess what, mine had apparently gone on a vacation.

There I was stuck in my bed trying to think up something interesting to write. Why stuck in my bed, you ask? Well, it’s nothing much really. I’ve fractured my vertebrae so I’m confined to my bed at the moment. You see, I’m a swimmer and at the end of one of my training sessions, the spirit of the devil himself entered my body and made me do a head-first dive with the sole aim of hitting my head onto the pool floor. Or so I’d like to believe. I mean, c’mon what else explanation is there? Who else would do something as stupid and foolish as this? Not me, for sure. So I’ve concluded that it was someone else altogether, something very evil, that made me do it.

As I was saying, here I am stuck in my bed trying to give my brain, if not my body, some exercise. I keep thinking and thinking and thinking. And it’s with great pleasure I can say that my efforts finally paid off. True story- I had a divine intervention of sorts with thy holy Barney Stinson himself coming up before me and gave me the most awesomest piece of advice. And it’s only on his advice that I finally decided to write on nothing.

You see friends, nothing is nothing but a state of mind wherein we think we’re thinking nothing but in reality we’re thinking of nothing which makes us think of something. Therefore, nothing equals to something. Therefore when we say nothing, we’re actually saying something. When we say we’re feeling nothing, guess what, we’re actually feeling something! This theory is brilliant, isn’t it? I personally feel this discovery of mine deserves a mention in the Speaking Tree at least, if not the front page of The Times Of India. I’d say I’m exceptional and take the entire credit for this discovery but you see I’m not such a lowlife. I’d like to thank my laptop and my bed that have supported me throughout this discovery and helped me in getting it across to you guys.

Now that we’re done here I’d like to say the smart readers would have noticed that in the entire write-up I’ve spoken of basically nothing. I’ve thrown around a few big words; a few smart lines here and there and made up the entire article. It is like a huge present which has been beautifully wrapped with extremely glossy and attractive paper and then you open it only to find a frikkin’ completely dried ink- not working- pen. Yes, it’s like that with most of us too. We say a lot of beautiful and interesting things which actually mean nothing. Case in point, politicians, world leaders, and… ummm some more politicians. I’m not thrashing politicians here, mind you. In fact I’m appreciative of their ability to make a complete fool out of us by saying a lot and meaning nothing. It is an art, guys, and one which cannot be acquired even with a lot of practice. You need constant and diligent efforts, determination, dedication and an immense focus in order to master this art.

To those of you not-so-smart readers, if you have actually managed to make sense of what you’ve read above and learnt something from it, hats off to you guys. You have managed to do something that even I could not. Keep up the good work.

That’s all I have to say for now. Thank you to those who’ve read this for bearing with me. A no-thank you to those who’ve not yet read it and worse not even visited our blog (seriously, I can’t believe such people even exist!). I hope that the next time I sit down to write something I come up with nice and lovely topics on which I can write nice and lovely stuff but till then I’m sure you’ll make-do with what we have here Ciao.


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