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So.. its 1:47AM.. and while my tired body and exhausted mind is screaming for some rest, a small part of me (the insane part.. which.. is not small really..) wants to write a blog at this unearthly hour! So.. here I am!
Funny thing about late nights is the fear associated with it when we were kids. There were these then scary movies, which showed the fatal hour of 12 AM. The time when all the ghosts and monsters dutifully came from wherever they belong, into our realm. They were out there to torture who so ever made the grave mistake of staying up that late! Now, even though I was brave enough to pee my pants in Kindergarten and face humiliation rather than just mention my "urgency" to the teacher, these movies scared the crap out of me! There were these nights when i'd get up at the auspicious time of 12AM, with the urge to drink water . But a quick glance at my wall clock told me that there was more important work to be done. The work being:- to lie down absolutely still so the ghosts wont realise that a gullable little boy is up and all ready to be eaten!
I still remember the time when I forgot the "Our Father" when I had to recite it in school once, it was a shocker for my regious instruction teacher who then had a tough time trying to be a forgiving catholic, but trust me, at times like this, I uttered the "holy prayer" with the utmost dedication and desperation! I even made sure that every holy latin word in the prayer was not substituted by the powerless english translation!
But as the saying goes, times change people change this small little gullable boy grew up to become fearless of the 12AM danger. He now bravely walks to the kitchen and gets the water his body needs. If this were his childhood, his throat the next morning would probably make the sahara look like a wet marshland!
I guess I now understand the meaning of the ritual many african tribes have, to signify the passage of a boy to a man. I guess, getting the water in many ways signifies the growth of maturity and bravery in me thus, enabling my passage to manhood.
I'd like to elaborate more, but its almost 3AM, and from what I remember from the movie Exorcism of Emily Rose, this is the real time when the ghosts come out! Time to go and stay absolutely still and recite the latin Our Father!