What part of your routine do you always try to skip if you can?
A humorous illustration of a person snoozing in bed surrounded by multiple alarm clocks and a steaming cup of coffee, representing the struggle of waking up early.
By Rohitash Yadav
“Some of us don’t snooze—we negotiate”
Some people wake up at 5 AM, stretch like they’re auditioning for a yoga commercial, sip hot water with lemon, water their plants, write gratitude journals, solve world peace, and still reach office before time.
Then there are people like me—who need at least three alarms, one emotional breakdown, and two life regrets before opening just one eye.
Let’s talk honestly: early morning wake-up is not a habit… it’s a negotiation between the soul and society.
The alarm rings at 6 AM. Brain: “We don’t know this number.” Heart: “We need closure.” Body: switches alarm to snooze like a FIFA penalty kick.
Every night I sleep like a responsible human—promising myself: Tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow I’ll wake up early, meditate, and become the CEO of my destiny. But when tomorrow arrives, destiny says: Arre bhai, first get out of bed.
And what is this obsession society has with waking up “early”? People proudly say, “I wake up before sunrise. I feel so energized!” Good for you. I wake up after sunrise, and I still struggle to find the energy to find my other sock.
The real problem is alarms. They have two modes—too soft to wake you or so loud you think you’re under attack. Why can’t someone invent an alarm that gets you out of bed with dignity? Maybe a voice that says, “Get up, you beautiful disaster. The world needs your nonsense.”
My alarm doesn’t wake me. My guilt does.
But the biggest betrayal? Morning motivation quotes. “Success starts at 5 AM.” Really? My success starts after tea. Until caffeine hits, I’m not mentally signed in.
You know who wakes up early naturally? Kids and people who actually like life. Meanwhile, I wake up like a Windows computer from 2003—slow, confused, and needing updates.
The world judges late-wakers like we are criminals. “You wake up at 9? How irresponsible!” Calm down. I’m not running away from home. I just like my pillow more than your morning lecture.
And then comes the ultimate motivational line: “Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.” Great. Meanwhile, the richest people in the world are awake on their laptops at 2 AM buying companies. So please, adjust your formula.
But there is beauty in the struggle. The first five minutes after waking up are like a spiritual experience. You question reality, purpose, the government, the alarm company, and your entire existence. You stare at the ceiling like you’re shooting a music video of a breakup song.
If waking up early had an Olympic event, I would still be eliminated in the qualifying round.
Even my bed is an emotional manipulator. Every morning it whispers, “Don’t leave me… it’s cold outside… I’ll keep you warm… ignore the world… we can sleep forever.” And I agree. Because beds are loyal. Beds don’t ask questions. Beds don’t judge. Beds don’t send morning WhatsApp messages like, “Good Morning 🌞 Rise and Shine!” No, Sunil. I’ll rise when life stops shining on my problems.
And let’s talk about mornings and hunger. Why does breakfast feel like a silent punishment? “Eat oats,” they say. Oats taste like someone gave up halfway through the recipe. If breakfast wants respect, bring parathas. But no, the world wants “detox smoothies.” I don’t want detox. I want re-tox.
Still, I try. Some days I actually wake up early. I open the curtains, breathe fresh air, stretch, feel proud, and think—“This is it. From today, I’m a morning person.” By the next day, I’m back to hitting snooze like I’m playing whack-a-mole.
People who love mornings say, “The early hours are quiet, peaceful, and full of possibilities.” Yes, because the rest of us are asleep, leaving you alone with your possibilities.
And let’s not forget the final early-morning torture: cold water. Wash your face at 6 AM and suddenly you question every decision since birth. Is this life? Why are we here? Who invented mornings?
But behind all this comedy, there’s a tiny truth. We don’t skip mornings because we’re lazy. We skip them because life is already loud. Sleep is the only time our mind shuts up and our heart rests like a baby hugging a soft toy of peace.
Maybe waking late isn’t a failure. Maybe it’s healing. Maybe it’s survival. Maybe it’s our unofficial mental health therapy session, covered with a blanket.
Still, I admire people who wake up at 5 AM. Just know this: while you’re working hard, meditating, doing yoga… I’m supporting you emotionally—from my bed—with my eyes closed.
So what part of my routine do I always try to skip? Early Morning Wake-Up. Not because I can’t… but because I enjoy a little extra dream time. Life already wakes us harshly every day—let sleep be the one place we don’t rush.
Until someone invents an alarm with chai delivery and motivational poetry, I’m staying under the blanket.
If you’re also a snooze-button philosopher like me… welcome to the club. We may wake up late, but at least we wake up smiling.
(College days after heavy gym and late night videogames sleeps
Just have no inkling of s of that Bengali some time or rather still banned title of novel, I was never known as early riser after my M A. Till MA was extremely rigorous but afterwards worked more but early rising was a challenge. Last decade after left all, all just like in 11th, B A M A again 🌸🌺❤️
Dear Rohitash,
I am fine! How are you?
Thanks for sharing the beautiful article.
Here is my take on it :
The small token is Jhumpa’s for its name sake
Inside the Haveli of Rama रमा Mehta not Blake
God of Small things Arundhati dreams Kumaun
Hills and Prince Rohitash, the best human
Mossy stones found Wordsworth in England
Lucy found a violet to hide from the world
Same is our Ruskin who found the memento
On hilly roads of Kumaun, in some ghetto
Immortal are such poets than we mortal
Finding solace in nooks and small petal
Ry1
Shinde ji, this is so tender…
Your lines feel like someone opening old cupboards of literature and pulling out memories instead of books.
The way you stitched Jhumpa, Arundhati, Wordsworth, Ruskin into one poetic corridor… yaar, it felt like walking through a library where every author has left a little lamp lit for us. ✨
And that “Prince Rohitash” bit — you slipped that in so casually, like a friend teasing with affection. Loved that.
Funny how you turned my tiny piece into a whole pilgrimage of writers and hills. Same vibe, same air, same quiet magic. Kumaun truly holds us all in its pockets, doesn’t it?
Thank you for writing this — it felt like sharing tea with someone who understands the weight of small things.
Sir, What memory were you thinking of while writing the “mossy stones” line?
Class full of 200 of Commerce B Com 1 compulsory Eng had such gems as Lucy poem, my M A teachers had full control on Eng BoS in those days, no blind copy of the west esp US
So in that class , when I was barely 21 and some students older than me, raw rural all, telling them of this mossy stone in England was like Camus’ Sisyphus taking the boulder upwards.
I have given honest and probably not an expected answer.
I am like that, I always trouble my loved ones like this
❤️🌺❤️🌺
Ah, this took me straight into the old wooden classrooms again…
The kind where 200 commerce kids sat like a storm waiting to happen — half curious, half asleep, and all wonderfully raw.
And you, barely 21, standing there trying to convince them that a little mossy stone in England mattered…
Bro, that is peak Sisyphus energy — but the Camus kind, where the meaning was never in the boulder, but in the stubborn joy with which you pushed it.
Honestly, that’s the part I enjoyed the most in your lines — you never gave them a polished “expected” answer.
You gave them the real one.
The one that stings a little, shines a little, and stays in the mind longer than any textbook stanza.
And yeah… troubling the people you care about with truth?
That’s not mischief — that’s your whole love language showing up.
The gentle kind that pokes, not to hurt, but to wake a little spark.
❤️🌺🙂
Tell me though — do you ever miss those raw rural faces looking back at you, half confused, half curious, but quietly absorbing everything?
From last 25 years I have tried to change somebody’s habit of waking late-pyar sey,maar sey,rooth kar, breakfast na bana kar,tried everything but failed.
Aap ka shukriya,aap nay meri aankhein kholee ki woh Banda kitna majboor hai_kaisay uthay ga bechara jab uska dil,dimag aur jisim teenu iss Sazish mai milay huway hai.
Thanks Rohit,I will not torture him more.😁
Honestly, the post wasn’t meant to freeze the early risers…
just shake them a little so they stop bragging before sunrise.
Half the world wakes early out of discipline,
the other half wakes early out of anxiety —
but only a few talk about the second truth.
Really glad you felt the punch in it.
Means the words did their job.
Thanks for reading with that sharp eye of yours. 🙏✨
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