Body Language

The following is an excerpt from my college assignment on Body Language. Hope u enjoy it...



Let us analyse how our body language is, throughout the day, by taking an example.

Body Language in our home:

It is a normal Sunday, just like any other Sunday. Needless to say, one would plan to wake up “early” atleast by 7 AM and would promptly ask our mom to wake us up. After adopting various methods, similar to the few adopted by the slaves of the mythical Ravana to wake up his sleepy younger Big Brother, Mom would just give up and go back to what she was doing.

Waking up at sometime, when AM is long gone, one demands milk, which is promptly delivered to the hand, the Television’s day begins. Sitting comfortably, we just eat whatever is provided and watch whatever match, cricket, football or tennis that’s going on, irrespective of whether its live or highlights.

We are asked to get something from the store, drop our dirty clothes into a clothes bag instead of making the floor difficult to walk over, take a bath, etc, but who actually listens to them? All those instructions in vain…

During dinner, we push ourselves to the Dining table for dinner, only to comment on how bad the food is, but managing to hog on atleast three helpings of each dish.

Finally, after taking rest throughout the whole day, we get tired and rest ourselves on the bed only to get a vision of a memory of some vague homework to be submitted on the next day. Just dismissing any thought of doing the homework, we go to sleep…


Body Language in our hostel:

It is a normal Sunday, just like any other Sunday. Needless to say, we would have planned to wake up as late as 7 AM, but will wake up at 5 AM by habit.Realising that sleep doesn’t come back so easily, we just sit on our bed, feeling grumpy and irritated that our roommates had managed to get up earlier than us!

Automatically, after deleting some forwards that had made our inbox full, over the night, in our mobile, we scan through the to-do list for the day. Thanking God that we have only around 6 hours of homework for that day, we happily allocate an equal number of hours for relaxing and playing in our plan.

Man proposes. God disposes.

Like some sort of a switched on record-player, our mom’s voice automatically runs through our head. Brush teeth, wash clothes, take bath, pray to God, etc. Finishing these jobs, we rush to the mess for our breakfast, worried for absolutely no reason, that mess workers may suddenly go on a strike instead of delivering food that morning.

Happy to see that magical wonder called food served onto your plate, you then suddenly realise that not even quarter of your plate is occupied by food. Then what happens is a similar series of incidents that remind you painfully of the timeless classic written by Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist.

Sadly denied more food, you begin to put your mouth into the substance on your plate, only to wonder why this garbage was being called food ! Seeing all others adjust and eat, you also poison yourself with that ‘food’ to satisfy your gnawing hunger.

Tearfully, one is reminded of mom’s glorious food. Finishing it, we go to our room and start our homework. After doing it for what you think is half an hour, you glance at your watch to realise that its already noon! Deciding to skip lunch, we continue our homework.

Soon, it becomes night and when PM is long gone, you manage to complete your work for tomorrow. Just when you are about to lie down, you are reminded of some vague memory of another work to be submitted tomorrow. Just dismissing any thought going to sleep, we go back to work…