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A day with myself..

On September 18, 2012

A day with myself……..

Waking up from my sleep and rubbing my eyes, which were still itching due to lack of sleep, I just sat on the bed for a moment, curling up and thinking. Thinking nothing, as there was actually NOTHING to think about after almost 3months (3 long months!!). Looked at my phone to check the time, (of course, checking time also means checking messages, missed calls or fb/twitter notifications) it was 1.23 PM. Recalled, last night was pretty long, extending up to around 6.30 in the morning perhaps.

It all started even before the last exam got over, Ximeans, instead of concentrating on the last two end-term papers, was seen discussing about their holiday plans. Destinations ranged from their home to down south into God’s own country or even Goa. Exams finished, all were happy. No matter how their paper went, at least there was a sense of relief in many of their faces. Though their eyes looked tiring, yet there was this tinge of excitement and happiness shining bright in each of them.

What followed was a rush in the hostel, to pack up their belongings, arranging for a transport to airports, stations, etc. My job was limited to wishing people happy holiday, telling them to bring along sweets or eatables, explain my reasons of not going home (in turn coming to know that many didn’t knew where my hometown was), and the likes.

And then they all left!!

It was me and me again along with the deserted second floor in the afternoon that I woke up to, today. Instead of ruing about not going home and with thoughts of making this day productive, I strolled out of bed to catch up my lunch in the canteen ( of course after finishing my morning “chores”, or to say afternoon J ). Post lunch, it was time for me to turn into a dhobi who had to empty an almost whole cupboard of dirty clothes and clean them up too. With random songs playing on my Asus, finished them all up, including bed-sheets and blankets (the last item washed seriously deserves an applaud man, phew ‘twas difficult!).

After bathing myself without any hurry (after ages) and plugging in my earphones, kicked out to fill up my paapi pet which was starving with all the work done. Eating puffs and a coffee to follow it up, in some bakery, went down for some more Food-hunting. Came across a thela frying out bhajiyas and pakodis. Ate, and while doing so thought that this is kind of one of the rare times that I am eating from a roadside thela after coming here (Seriously, what’s wrong with me?!! I used to be a thela foodlover some era back 🙂 ).

And then this night came, (and is still not finished, until I sleep), talked with my school friends after a long time, updated and got updated, watched random videos, from cricket to dance to even saddam husein’s court proceeding (sheer joblessness 🙂 ) and then after complete exhaustion decided to type down and torture some of you who might be reading this. (you still there ? 🙂 )

Days come and days go, what matters, is how much productivity one could take out from it. In the end, maybe that’s what matters (So not LP J). There was no deadlines to meet, no exams to worry about, no one to discuss about “bad-food”, no complaints, no demand. There was nothing, just me, whom I liked. (such a narcissist :)).

Blogger and WordPress-Both on the same page

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Others

Hello all, I’ve reposted all my previous blogs from Blogger and WordPress.com to this current platform where you’re reading this.

But why I chose WordPress over Blogger?

Here are few reasons:

Easy to customize and make the blog my own
Availability of some amazing themes (many are free)
An active WordPress Community to help
An easier transition from a WordPress hosted website to a self-hosted website

If you ask me, I’ll recommend you to start off with WordPress instead of Blogger. But at the end, it is still your call.

Anyways, It’s a pleasure to have you here on ReveringThoughts. You taking time out to read this means a lot to me.

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Bas ek seat ki to baat hai bhai..

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Random Philosophy

“Have a seat” said the HR manager to one of the candidates he was interviewing. The guy who was all nervous, even the comfortable cushiony chair could not help him relax.

“Hot seat” was the term given to the contestant’s seat in the popular Kaun Banega Crorepati (an adapted version of “Who wants to be a millionaire). A life changing sum can be won by the person who could adjust his bum on these, keep his cool and answer some question to earn the moolah.

“Sit Down” says the teacher in the class to a student, who had been standing there because of some mischief he might have done, and the poor student heaves a sigh of relief.

Sometimes, it’s very comforting to get a seat, but sometimes even the comfort isn’t enough.

Bas ek seat ki to baat hai bhai..

Local train or even general compartments in the Indian trains are amusing; one not only comes across strange and different experiences but also ends up becoming a part of the whole crowd. I happened to go to the Railway station after almost 2 months and remembered the old times when railway station used to be my second home.

Anyways, what I wanted to talk about was how there was this constant struggle going on for seats, everywhere. You always want the best seats for yourself, be it a bus or train, or a theatre or café. One even fights for the seats, in politics, in classroom, in offices, everywhere. You hear cases of student suicide and you are baffled as to why.

Bas ek seat ki hi to baat hai bhai…

Sometimes you get one, sometimes you don’t. Sometimes, we are not able to do justice to the opportunity of getting that seat. But what matters is giving 100% in order to do whatever you really want. Go and get seated only when you really feel like doing. Do things, which you really want to, no matter how stupid it may sound. Life is about making mistakes and learning from them. It may be possible that you will have to stand in that bus without getting the seat, but remember

bas ek seat ki to baat hai bhai….

My Ramadan away from home…

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Random Philosophy

My Ramadan away from home*

(*This post is dated August 14, 2012)

In the Islamic calendar, Ramadan is the most sacred and awaited month of the year. This month not only brings the blessings from the Almighty but also joy and happiness for the devoted Muslims. Fasting from dawn till dusk and praying to the supreme Lord is what one is supposed to do and since the Satan is kept in the jail, all of the people find it pretty easy to follow. The end of Ramadan month is marked by Eid-ul-Fitr, the most important festival and a gift to the people from Allah for sacrificing your food for his blessing.

Talking about this month, it has always been a wonderful experience for me to be a part of all the joys that is associated with it. Be it, the fasting which is called Roza or the meals before beginning and after breaking the fast, Sehri and Iftar respectively. Those shirmals , bakarkhaanis and firnis in sehri and pakodis, samose, fruit salads, kheers, haleems, sharbats and what not in the Iftar . All of this will definitely make Ramadan a beautiful affair between you and Allah’s divinity. These special meals are not just amazing because of the kind of food that is prepared but also the way all of the family members, from the tiny toddlers to the oldies, sit together praising the lord for the food. Also, with Eid approaching, there would be a whole lot of chaos in the market where people will be seen day in and day out shopping for the ultimate day.

xime ki sehri

But alas!!!

All this is over. From home to Hostel it’s totally different. Iftar and sehri are almost alike the other meals or even worse as the only thing you get to eat is bread!! Along with it boiled eggs from the morning, milk which gets cold till the time you have time you had to drink it, bananas which are as old and pulpy as the jam, while the jam is just colored sugary pulp. The Iftar is a bit different, in terms of not providing you with breads but same in terms of repeating the canteen’s favorite roti and egg curry.

Forget about shopping for Eid, even the excitement about it is not there, thanks to our XIME’s very modest way of giving holidays. For the first time in my life, I won’t be there with my family for Eid. This Eid, might just be Me, Me and only me and no matter how big a narcissist you are, you won’t be able to enjoy this day all alone. I am no different.

Room no.24

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Others

It’s my 18^th day in this room and I am content with its ambiance and also people with whom I share all of this, my Roomies. Our room is located on the second floor of the hostel building, the Wi-Fi router of this floor is just above the main door and is just next to the water purifier kept for the whole of second floor. The other door opens up to our balcony which gives us a good view of the lavish green surroundings as well as the neighboring corporate companies where we might just end up working someday. Also, our balcony is the favorite spot for the cool winds that blow around this part of Bangalore and no matter which time of the day, you go out there, the wind will accompany you. Kind of like the hutch ad days, “wherever you go, we follow you” .

The balcony is also a place where we dry up all our clothes after washing them. And yes, I have started washing clothes which happens to be one of the many good things that I learnt after coming to room no. 24. So, all in all, its location is a very big plus and maybe that is the reason for its awesomeness.

On this 18^th day of my stay in room no.24, I can definitely say that my roomies are my good friends in this college and being my roommates they are a notch higher than that as well. Both of them come from totally different cultures as compared to me and so there is always this element of getting to know something new about them, their culture and their language ( the last one is really tough 😛 ) . One, Manu john, is from Kerala and the other, Mithun Johnson, is from Tamil nadu. Both of them are engineers, unlike me, and Mithun also has some work experience up his sleeves. Manu is always seen with his laptop doing one thing or the other while our “Marathon-man” Mithun is always seen running, sometimes in the gym and sometime in the football field. Thanks to him, I’ve again started going to gym (another good thing that has happened with me after I came to room no.24 😛 ). We are the last one who check out of the hostel gates in the morning and no matter at what time we sleep or wake up, we do the same as each of us wait for the other to get ready.

There are problems too, we still don’t have our cupboard locks, one of the fans doesn’t work, whenever someone uses the bathroom in the third floor there is a leakage, etc. But there are problems everywhere in every point of time and in everyone’s life but how you cope up with them turns you into a strong person.(yeah, turning philosophical too 🙂 ) On the back of our front door, there is a signature of three of our seniors who stayed in this very room, with a caption “Amazing life” written down there.

I’ve wondered each day, will our life will be the same once we finish our stay in this room? I just wish for the best. It’s not just about this room that adds awesomeness to our life but also all the people in this second floor who happen to be a part of our life now. Being a pseudo-optimist, I think all will be well in the coming year and there will be another caption in the door of room no. 24 by us.

Audi-week

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Others

It’s been more than one week since my life at Xavier Institute of Management and Entrepreneurship (XIME) started. A new chapter in the not-so-happening life of a fellow, who aims to be somebody from nobody. One word that can simply describe this week and all its happening is that its “Tiring” and no doubt that for each of us this has been one hell of a week and getting accustomed to timings is taking a while. And most importantly, the Audi-week was quite a task for me.

It was on 17th June that almost all of us arrived at the hostel as directed by the authorities and were allotted rooms as per our “Roll no!!!!!!!”, I came only in the evening and my roomies had arrived before me, but only their baggage were to be seen. I went out to different rooms to try and meet people whom I knew from the Facebook group where almost each of us interacted quite regularly. Virtual and real world are two different spheres and I was getting a proof of that. People with whom you had interacted felt quite at a loss of words while some were very friendly. Day passed, got settled in my room and then came the next day where our orientation program started. It was a week long program where various dignified speakers and industry experts were expected to grace the occasion. The food was better than expected and would only say that it was quite decent, although Coffee was pathetic.

It was told beforehand that “some” of the speakers might not be good orators but we are supposed to cope with it and be patient. As it turned out, most of us almost got to learn the course “how to sleep with your eyes open”. Some of them even ended up dozing off for a few seconds ( at least I did). Won’t say that all the sessions were the same, out of the 20 lectures (yes 20!!!!!!), majority of them gave us a new perspective of various things that infused some vague sort of understanding about the management world and how to kick-start our career in the correct manner so as to reach our goals with the right attitude. We were even given some basic Orientation Gyaan on some subjects like Accounting, Economics or Quantitative techniques as per our preference. We even had a 70-min class to explain the “rules and regulations” that we had to follow!!!!

Most of the students, be it the work experienced or the fresh out of college fellows from engineering and non-engineering backgrounds, all shared a common thing in that auditorium, finding it hard to adjust ( another reason was the chairs, which was giving our asses a hard time). A whole week in the same place sitting according to our “Roll no.!!!”. Teasing each other and trying to let our minds wander was some of the medicines that helped us stay away from sleep.

Finally, we overcame all of it and now our classes have even started, but yeah, the sleeping effects of the “Audi-Week” continues. . .

CLICK!

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Random Philosophy

For each one of us who wish to relive the moments of our past, photographs serve as the perfect tool which sweeps us back into time. They serve as time machines helping us enjoy those precious moments of yesteryears. Right from the time we open our eyes to see the world around us till we are forced to close it, many a times these small clicks from cameras helps in framing those moment into a static objects of amusement which we treasure each time we take a glimpse.

Cameras, that do the work of making those wonderful clicks happen, have also evolved with time. With advancement in technology, the whole scenario of photography has transformed. Gone are the days, when you had to all dress up and visit studios to get clicked or even call a professional at your home to get it done. Now, even a novice with a mobile phone can do the job for you!!! Add to that, the whole range of SLRs and DSLRs that can make those pictures look even more amazing.

Earlier it used to take days, to get your pictures done, the camera rolls would be cleaned up in the studio and you then get your photographs. Even the number of photographs needed to be kept in check as a limited number of clicks was possible from the film roll. And now???!!! It just takes a few seconds. You get to see the result of your clicks as soon as you are over with posing yourself for it. Plus you can have n number of clicks and you have many amazing options to give effects to your photograph. From b/w to color, from film rolls to memory cards, from showing albums to guests to online sharing. God bless technology.

The technology is such, that you can even carry your memories in pockets. Thousands of images can be stored on memory chips that are even smaller than potato chips!!! Just scroll through them and visit the memories of your past all at a go. But, of course you also need to be careful about it too, one button can delete all of the photos too (true story L). But of course, the benefits of technology outweigh the negatives. ( Also, remember the negatives ? :))

Each moment captured in a photograph bears testimony to the time and moment in which it was captured. The essence of life lies in not just living the moment but cherishing the ones that you had spent previously. Ups and downs are part and parcel of the game that we all are playing on this earth, and while we are down, these very moments of joys help us in staying together and making us stronger. So, just smile and Click! 🙂

My Crescent, My School

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Others

This post is dated May 18, 2012

MY CRESCENT, MY SCHOOL

It’s been almost two days, since the first Re-union party at our Crescent school and still it is taking a bit of time to sink in that many things have changed over the last 5 years or so. The last time we were at the school 5 years back and the one that we visited two days back is in it has a stark contrast. It feels so pleasing to see the various developmental works in school. Before I proceed to give the whole development stats, I would like to refresh you of the Crescent school that it was 18 years back when I joined and changes that took place over the time that I was associated with it.

Our school was founded in 1975 and it’s almost in its 38^th year of existence. 38 years is almost four decades!!!! This English medium school would be a money earning tree by now, if the founders of this school had wanted to. No English medium school would have the kind of fee structure as to what Crescent school students pay. It is very much affordable for almost all the families living in Azad Nagar area which is dominated with low income group families. And this has been the vision and aim of the founders of our school, Late Mr. Shamim Ahmed and Mrs. Eva Ahmed to provide quality education to people of all groups. The vision with which they gave shape to this school is slowly gaining shape now in the hands of their daughter Dr. Shazia Ahmed.

My first memory of Crescent school is when I was admitted in Mini –Nursery at the age of 3, and as is customary, it was very difficult for my grandpa to let go off a crying baby for hours in the school. But, they had to, and I needed too. Throwing away a lot of tantrums and crying my vocals out, I would sit in the classroom. With time, the crying baby was pacified by the teachers and A-B-C-D… would then be infused in my little head. Tiffin would get finished even before teacher’s signaled for us to eat it. All those “Put-Your-Head-Down-And-Sit” session acted as the perfect time to commit that crime of treating ourselves with tiffin. Mini-nursery, Nursery, L.Kg, U.Kg, each of it followed one after another. Learning new things in each of the classes we moved class after class. Sport’s day and Annual day used to bring a whole lot of practice sessions, doing those “Do-the-Boogie-Woogie”, participating in various races, but never actually winning it, yet taking huge pleasure in participating in them. Getting promoted to class-1 came along with many more things, you were not just scared of your teacher’s but also your monitors who would write names of students who used to talk in class in the teacher’s absence and when the teacher would come around, those names used to enjoy a small treatment in the hands of the teacher or her evil stick. Bidding goodbye to the morning session came with the good news that we are now going to be big boys of Day-session and you no more had to sacrifice your sleep.

Day session was like being promoted to a whole new level, where you get to be with the big boys. You were made part of one of the four houses, i.e., Red, Blue, Green & Yellow. You had your assembly with all the other classes where you get to maintain cleanliness and discipline. One new thing also was, starting to write with pens instead of pencils. There were various house competitions taking place at regular intervals and it was so great to be a part of all those and win some of it. It was this time that clearly, carved out the creativity in me. Teacher’s day was another huge celebration, and each class participated in a big way. In our first year in class 4 we staged a play called “Aladdin and the Magic lamp” where I played Aladdin. Many did appreciate it and we were even asked to repeat it in the Annual function, the very next year. Two years, we even staged Qawallis and on one occasion danced on some popular bollywood number too, which was so unusual for me (I’m a terrible dancer, to cut it short ) . Sports now had another addition for us, Charlie Chaplin drill. Not just practicing and performing it was fun but also the preparation of the Hat was interesting, getting that perfect shape used to take hours. Other drills included African dance. Where we got dressed as African tribal’s and even dumb bell drills too.

Day session was full of activities, sometimes this and sometimes that. Being in school was fun and rarely used to be as compared to the morning session where we used to search for excuses in the morning. There was a sense of competition too here and I suppose that propelled us to be good in our ranks too. Result was awaited like nothing else and to see your name in that list where the top3 ranks were written for each class was amazing. Each class brought about many more memories for us that are still etched in our hearts. Getting scolded for not doing your homework on time, of not covering your copies and books, of talking too much, not polishing your shoes or not washing them on Saturdays (and then using chalk to rescue you out), writing 1000 times various impositions, (“I will not talk in the class, I will bring this copy daily, blah blah.. “), and many more things. There were good things too, like being one of the few who did their homework and sit back in the class while others sit down on the floor doing theirs( esp. English grammar homework by Miccu teacher), getting a round of applause when answering a question, when no one did, being made an example for a class for something, etc .

13 years were spent and then on one fine day, it all ended after finishing our matriculation examination. There were many things that one learnt in all these years, not necessarily every experience was good, but even the bad ones taught us many important things. There were partiality sometime, there were useless expenses, you got scolded for no particular reason, and the things alike. But, looking back those entire things do not matter much, what matters is what we learnt in the due process. We began to respect elders, value friendship, become aware, and it all helped in shaping up the personality that we all now possess. School life has ended and it’s been more than 5 years. Yet, all the things that we learnt in the due process have been more than helpful in gaining the kind of impact that was required to make us from no one to someone.

The school, at present, is being developed in a far better way. The things that were missing can now be located and I’ve heard even more changes are expected straight from the horse’s mouth. There is rewards system being implemented for the teachers for encouraging them even more. The whole school has been painted in attractive colors to provide a wonderful environment to the students to learn. The water arrangements have been perfected and so does the assembly ground. It’s a good feeling altogether to see your school in such bright light, and I do hope Inshallah, that it may reach even more new heights.

From Azad Basti to Jatni

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Others

It’s been 5 years. 5 years since I moved from my Azad basti to a place, Jatni. Two places which are different in almost every possible way. Geographically speaking, one is in Jamshedpur, Jharkhand while the other is near Bhubaneswar, Odisha. Takes a 7-hour journey by train for you to reach Khurda road railway station, coming out of which, you get to be at jatni.

One the one hand, Azad basti is one place that is just the liveliest place, where no matter what time of the day it is, you will notice people in markets, in their addas, in their shops, in mosques, in various moth watering bakeries and food joints (mostly serving kebabs and niharis and almost all non-veg items), morning starts off with puri , jalebis and halwa at kalkatiya hotel( kolkata’s distant cousin :P) and for evening there is Munki chaat, various sharbat stalls are there to beat the heat too. You have your family, where you can throw “n” number of tantrums and yet not feel bad about it, stay out late at night enjoying the company of your crazy friends whom you can totally depend upon with all your secrets and fantasies and what not.

Azad basti, officially Azad nagar, has a strong Muslim-population, and surrounded with Sikhs on one side and Christians and Hindus on the other side, is where I grew up and which continues to be the place where my family lives. The reason of ghetto-formations is the three communal riots that this place has witnessed. Although, it is very much communally peaceful now and you would rarely find any incidents of violence among the different communities. Yet, you find RAF deputed on almost every street in times like Ram Navami and Muharram as a precautionary measure. Of course, incidents of fighting in between the various criminal groups are a regular occurrence in the steel city which sometimes has effects on our Azad basti too.

While, on the other hand there is jatni. A place, which is calm, no matter which business you do, you end up having holidays almost regularly due to strict market union dictats, addas (or khattis as they are called in odia) are regulated due to strong patrolling vehicles, of course there are places where it doesn’t have much of an effect, still they are comparatively reduced. You will hardly find any good non-veg food joint, apart from the fast food places, promising “chinise” or “chainees” delicacies, all clustered in one small street, where you often wonder whether the meat is halal or not. Of course, in terms of vegetarian food it does throw up a few extra options, but for a person like me, who has grown up eating kebabs and bheja fries, the veggy options are nothing more than ghaans phoons.

Talking about religion and culture, it’s a whole mix of people from the native Odias, the telugus, to Marwari, and some Muslims here and there. The issue of Sunni-Wahabi sect conflict is clearly visible, which is annoying.

Friends, well everyone is a friend here, you get to meet many people with whom you end up having a good time and also very cooperative, yet you sometimes miss that feeling of a friend on whom you can totally depend upon for anything under the sun.

The place is always peaceful, although you find some sort of a weird vibe from members of other communities towards Muslims. When you step out on Friday, in your traditional kurta pyajama, there are more people putting an eye on you than they would do normally back home. Forget about wearing them on almost every other day back at home and no one will even bother. Not to miss voices which think of you as a Pakistani and you should be going back there!!!! To tell you an instance, you get wished on 14th off August for your “Independence day”. And add to that you being thought off as a Pakistani supporter whenever a cricket match is being played between India and Pakistan or being playfully called jihaadi, or Al-qaida and all. Being a minority has its own share of issues attached with it. I do miss your family, but luckily have my Badi ammi’s (my mom’s elder sis). It’s good to have your family back, minus throwing tantrums. My 5 years would have been difficult if it wasn’t for them.

So, if one asks me which place I would prefer and which is that place that has a strong hand in making me the kind of person who I am? You would think of all the negative things that I wrote about the second place that I went to. Rather, it is the opposite. Jatni, as a place has truly transformed me into a Man. A man with strong determination and independence who does not bother what others have to think of him, which is really tough to put in practice. The one person, who is now optimistic about life and knows how to handle them as well. It has made me realize my true potential as a person and made me more systematic than I really was, more disciplined than I was, more mature than I was and definitely more understanding than I was.

I don’t know, if I would have been what I am, if I had stayed back in Azad basti, but as far as change in me is concerned. It surely is something that is huge. I might, In sha Allah, be moving to Bangalore in a month’s time but the impact that both of these places have had on me will always remain intact in giving a defined perspective.

SLEEP…ZZZZZZZZ

By farooq

On September 18, 2012

In Random Philosophy

Caution: This post is meant to make the blinking of your eyes go slow and induce a program called, Sleep , into your mind. So, if you know the stats, then proceed at your own risks.

Oh hello, so you have proceeded ahead by knowing that you may be bitten by the sleep bug in the course of reading this out. Good. 🙂

Anyways, let me start by asking you a small question, How many hours do you sleep on an average ?

Hmmm…so was it difficult in calculating the average hours ? I would have said, Yes!
Sleeping hours are never static, they fluctuate more than anything in our life in the world that we live in. Sometimes, we allow ourself the luxury of sleeping for some ‘appropriate’ number of prescribed hours for a civilised human being and sometimes we fail in doing so. But having said that, I’m tempted to again ask, whether there are any number of hours that, in terms of numbers, provide us with the sleep with which one would really feel as if they have really slept? I think, it all varies with time, age, state of mind, to-do-works, etc.
With years of unscientific research, “I have came to notice that, When you sleep more. You feel like sleeping even more.” On days, when we allow ourself to sleep, there’s no stopping us. Tiredness, boredom and habit are the key factors that tend to make our mind enter into this state of temporary rest. Our body needs it to reboot itself so as to perform various activities efficiently.
Strangely, sleep is always associated with inefficiency. When one finds students dozing in between classes or various bureaucrats sleeping or even our parliamentarians enjoying a little nap in the middle of some discussion ( we of course don’t like it when they do it in public with their eyes shut, its fine if they ‘sleep’ with their eyes wide open). No matter what the reason might be behind their public displays of this asset called sleep, but sleeping is the culprit of the inefficiencies. Poor sleep!

Even Yawning is associated with sleep or with boredom which ultimately paves way for the former. Leaving aside the fact, that they can even be spread as part of the nexus of watching others doing the same. ( picture YAWNING and you may have it too. Think!).
No matter what is the preference people give it. Possession of this wonderful asset is very much a necessity for our well being. A cozy bed with a soft pillow, an optimum temperature, a place, sufficient time and a cool and stable mind is what is required to retain the asset of sleeping without any difficulty. Our body and our mind, both needs us to help provide ourselves the possession of it.

So, sleep my friend as much as the world allows you to. It sure is the reflection of your life. A good sleep will help in solving all your problems when you wake up.

Hope you have a sound sleep 😉