I like Stephen King a lot, ever since I read The Shining on a train journey from Delhi to Guwahati and shivered to myself on the upper berth halfway through the book. True to the way I behave, I began to scrounge out Stephen King books right after that. I think I bought close to 7 books in a month, the same month I was coming down to Warangal to join the college. My father and I stayed in Calcutta for a day, and I spent the better part of that afternoon at Gol Park, haggling with the booksellers there for a bulk discount on the Kings I bought from them. Then I bought a couple more at Vijaywada station, where I got them for 50 Rs each, by some strange coincidence.
One of those books I bought and read in that initial white-heat period was Insomnia. Probably not one of King’s finest, the book was engaging enough because it seemed to be linked to King’s other works in odd ways. There were nods to The Dark Tower, and to Pet Semetary, and because most of the characters of all these books were fresh in my mind, I could enjoy the book a lot. You know what the most important thing about Insomnia was? The way it talked about sleep-deprivation. The main character – Ralph, I think his name was – slowly begins to sleep less and less. It’s not like he doesn’t want to sleep, it’s just that he could not go to sleep. He used to twist and turn in his bed and manage to sleep for an hour or so, and even that got chipped down to a couple of minutes per night. And it was then that Ralph starts seeing colours. Auras around living things. And small people in white coats with scissors in their hands.
Needless to say, this completely freaked me out.
Oh yes, I do know how to seperate fact from fiction, thank you. Especially fiction of the Stephen-King-kind. But what happened was – the book made me promise myself that I would never ever forsake sleep or change my sleep-cycle, that every night I would get a minimum of six hours of sleep, regardless of whatever else is going on in my life.
That resolution held good for all of four years in RECian life, except for a night when I had to sit and design a poster on my computer. Photoshop 5, 32 MB RAM. By the time morning came, I was a completely frustrated wannabe designer – woke up the guys who were sleeping on my bed ( they had come on over to offer moral support through the night, and had dozed off at around midnight). Technically, what I am saying is, I have never done a “night out” before, be it before an exam, or after, or because of college fests or whatever. Well, sure, I would stay awake late, but I could not do things like – I had to grab some sleep when it was dark, or else Stephen King’s Insomnia would come to haunt me, and force me to close my eyes and shut down my nervous system. On the positive side, this meant I could fall asleep under any circumstances, with loud music playing in the background, on a bare floor, on a chair, inside a train toilet…
Over the last two weeks, things have changed a bit.
I begin working in the evening, at about five or six PM if things are really tight, and continue until about seven AM in the morning. I see the sun rise every day, and shiver in the cold morning breeze every time I head home. I sleep until about noon, and then I listen to music and read Doom Patrol until it’s time to come to the office again. (Must. Resist. Doom Patrol. Rave. Must. Resist.) Four hours of sleep every day, food at slightly odd hours ( I have been having a very heavy breakfast, courtesy this really swanky restaurant near my place that offers a buffet from seven AM onwards. 45 Rupees only. And they serve pancakes and honey among other things, yummy!) Lunch gets postponed until the evening, and dinner gets done sometime at midnight.
But the fact is, I’ve never really felt better. It’s actually quite fun to work at this time, I have found that more work gets done because of lesser distractions, and also because I am working in synch with the overseas team. I can play Juno Reactor really loud if I want to. I can play anything loud if I want to, hee-ah. I have a secret stash of chocolate bars right here in my office drawer, and the pantry has an ample amount of coffee to soothe my tastebuds at times. It’s not like I stay tired during the daytime, or that I am over-working, none of it at all.
You know what? I think sleep, and the concept of sleep-cycles are a tad overrated.
Social life, you ask? Not too bad, really. My “window” for a social life is between three and six PM, which means that most of normal human society stays away from me, muwhahahaha. But yesterday was good. Managed to catch a surprisingly good Jazz concert at this cafe yesterday evening. Got drenched too, while coming to the office later in the night. I did what a self-respecting software engineer ought to do against natural born dilemmas – I used my credit card. Saw a sale going on at an Arrow outlet and bought myself a couple of shirts. (Had to pinch myself later to see if I was still sane.) But yesterday was a good day, in fact. I found my USB drive again. Yes, the same one that had gotten itself dunked into the washing machine the last time ( that’s called transference of guilt, for the uninitiated). I could not find it for about a week, and just as I had given up all hope of finding it altogether ( I thought it had fallen out of my pocket), there it was, inside the pocket of a shirt that I was about to put into the washing machine. I have a feeling this little bugger likes refreshing its memory every now and then in the washing machine.
You are blabbering.. Go home and catch some sleep. It’s 2am.
Hmph, puny mortal. You wouldn’t understand the level of super-consciousness attained by a sleep-deprived brain that has read Grant Morrison’s Doom Patrol. Fear me, or I shall make you bounce like an ignoble basketball filled with psychedelic exhaust fumes.
Ah, so you got the first consignment. Good.
Heh heh heh.
Eh heh heh heh.
Got both first and second actually. :-) The third should hit sometime next week.
Moral support team dozing off while you’re doing poster designs. Familiar situation, bro, very familiar situation! :D
In their defence, these guys *did* remember to get me noodles from the cafeteria just before they fell asleep. :)
You missed the most meaty part in the post ;)
*Chomps on a chocolate bar*
Not really.
I have never read Stephen King’s Insomnia, but after reading your post, I might just have to give it a shot. Perhaps the novel will cure my persistent insomnia. ;)
It’s not one of King’s best, but worth trying out.
You want Stephen King to put you to sleep? Read “From a Buick 8”! :)
How about one that’ll guarantee being awake? Apart from Insomnia?
In no particular order
The Shining, Different Seasons, Pet Semetary, The Dead Zone, Misery, Rage, It.
Re: In no particular order
Rage was TEH HAWT.
“Now what’re you going to do?”
“Now… we get it on”
Oh, and I’ve said this before, but I’ll say it again. Somebody give Morrison his drugs back. AllStar Supes is sucking balls.
Black Kryptonite makes him lose his power of GRAMMAR?! Douche.
Beatzo, ebay reviews. I’m waiting.
Also, Salem’s Lot, The Stand, The Drawing of the Three and The Waste Lands
Semi-sacrilege, but The Stand does get a little sleep-inducing in parts. And Salem’s Lot has something missing, that I can’t put my finger on. I didn’t want to spend his energy on DT – the series is best left to fanboys like you and me.
Er, you can put that chainsaw away now. :-P
Wizard and Glass!
Dolores Claiborne!
You might like “The Eyes of the Dragon”, if you can find it… And yes, characters from many of his books show up in many of his other books.
Oh, I’ve read that! Very fairy tale-ish, I loved it a lot!
Come to think of it, I’ve read every King novel so far, except for the last three Dark Tower books, and The Colorado Kid.
Read Wolves of the Calla for the Seven Samurai influence and The Dark Tower because it’s the last in the series. Oh hell, read Susannah too, because you have to.
The Colorado Kid surprised me, really. I still don’t know why he wrote it.
eh! wot!
wait till i get to hyde
giahhahahahahahhahaaaa
Oh, we are waiting, precious! :D
K.I.S.S?
i guess you wear your briefs a bit longer than most?
started reading king at an age when he had competition from sweet valley and babysitter’s club so you can imagine the khichdi.
read needful things and was actually zonked and re-read it in old age and found it to be kinda tame. but christine,carrie and rose madder catches him in all his phantasmagoria. read monkey-something by him? eerie shit that.
btw, gimme stand if u have it?
Re: K.I.S.S?
Well, I have The Stand back at home in Guwahati.
And yeah, I’ve read all of King, except for the last three Dark Tower books and The Colorado Kid.
Re: K.I.S.S?
doesnt really help me much unless u wanna hop into a train asap and go home? btw, if u have gone totally loco and are gonna do that, get me some tea?
Heh, your user-icons are just the shiznat. They really are so terribly pretty.
I was actually introduced to Stephen King through this made-for-TV movie (it might have been a series, I forget) called The Langoliers (I think it’s a story from Different Seasons, but again, I could be wrong). Totally creeped me out, the yound lad that I was.
PS: Doom Patrol just blows my mind. I’m just starting on The Filth. Damn, that Morrison.
The latest ones are from the Astonishing X-Men issues that came out this week. Heh. I like to be at the cutting edge of pop culture. (I don’t believe I just said that!)
Langoliers was a story from Four Past Midnight, a collection of four novellas. It was rather good, though I haven’t seen The Langoliers.
DP completely rocks, man. I had read just bits and pieces of it before. It’s JUST TOO GOOD!!!
Ain’t you the guy who got scared on watching that Jap comedy? You know, the one with the creepy child and that mumbling granny?
You were in bad company when you were watching that movie. :-D
Say that again, mister?
You bought an Arrow shirt? Shock, horror – you expending money on anything that’s not a comic!:-o.
Laddie, what’s sleep-cycle-change doing to you?
Shamanth
Sometimes, it feels good to be human. Sometimes.
I envy you. Bestest work cycle to have. Keeps pesky humans away too.
True, dat!