Trilll.. is the first sound of the morning that I hear because my groggy, sleep addled brain interprets the supposedly serene, morning birds and breeze alarm sound to a cacophony of shrill train whistles. Living in my head for three decades now, it sure understands that nothing less than that could possibly register as a call for action for my befuddled body to rise, as I have to face yet another, oh so woeful Monday. The battle between the mind and body begins while I refuse to acknowledge the possibility that it could be dawn already, I mean, how can it be? I just lay my back a minute ago, didn't I? Whilst I linger in this limbo, my brain, the problem-solver leaps into action trying to do the most complex mathematical computation of all time - how to extract an additional ten minutes from the morning routine? While I languid in my bed in those extra precious ten minutes that my brain traded off for hair conditioning, I ponder all the things I could do in future, from chopping of...