I am not a globe-trotter and cannot be one even in my wildest dreams. But jetlag is not new to me. When I travelled to Europe I had a five and a half hours jet-lag which sort of put me down for two days, either way. India-Singapore jetlag is just about three and a half hours and can be slept off in one morning. With the US being twelve and a half hours behind Indian time, people down there had scared me enough. My company had provided a three-day allowance for my sleeping through it. But typical of myself I naively thought, afterall, it happens to other ordinary mortals and not to Varalotti. When my plane landed at <st1lace><st1:City>Seattle</st1:City>, <st1:country-region>US</st1:country-region></st1lace> it was almost 5 in the Evening and my body clock was at <st1:time minute="30" hour="5">5:30 AM</st1:time>. My friend was there to receive me at the airport. We went home had a nice south Indian dinner and went to bed. Got up at 7 in the morning feeling refreshed. Around 8 when we were cruising on my friends Volvo in the I-90 Higway, from Issaquah to Bellevue, I lifted my collars up in pride, for had I not won over the jet lag with just a normal night's sleep? As soon as my work station was set up I sent mails all around proclaiming my victory over jet lag. Only one Ilite, I think it was Vandhana, gently warned me that JL could attack anytime. When I am hale and hearty, working and hyper-active, I thought Jetlag had no place in my system. But Vandhana's prophecy came true. At around 3 in the afternoon on my first day at work, I suddenly felt extraordinarily sleepy and could not focus on what I was doing. It was a sunny day. So I took a brisk walk around the office compound. Then did it again. Went to the rest room and splashed my face with gallons and gallons of ice hold water. Wiped my face with a lot of tissues and came back to my seat. I felt even more sleepier. Nothing helped. I was immobilised for a while before I decided to pack for the day. Back home I felt a little relaxed, had my food and went to bed early. Though there was a mild setback I thought that the eventual victory was mine. Morning dawned. The same I-90, the same Volvo, and the same proud Varalotti strapped in the passenger seat. Working furiously till 3 in the afternoon. But around 3:30 jet lag hit me again with the force of a hurricane. Walk and wash routine was of no help. Had to stop work. On the third day at work it was at its worst. Went home early and by six in the evening went to bed. Woke up around 8 for a dinner and then to bed again by 10. "Varalotti, you are wasting the time of 10000 plus ladies with your egotistic description of your lousy jet lag. What is so special about that?" Nothing, ladies, Nothing. Except the powerful lesson hidden inside this ordinary day-to-day experience. God thinks that I will be never too old to learn Her lessons. And so She sends hard-to-learn lessons my way, every now and then. My jetlag experience reminded me of many things. I have seen people addicted to alchohol or tobacco. They naively think that the habit is under their control and they can kick off their habit any time. Sadly, it is not so. I have seen some of my friends and acquaintances dying at pretty early age (one guy with two kids died when he was hardly 40, thanks to excessive drinking; he was confident of kicking off the habit when he turned 45. He never turned 40) because they could not come out of the hell.Reason: they underestimate the power of the addictive force as I underestimated the power of jet lag. Worse still is the case of people who are caught in an affair. These people have a hundred reasons to justify their extra-marital relationship. And boast that they can come out of it any time they want. Some even come out of their affairs for a while. But soon they are depressed and drawn to old ways. The problem: underestimating the enemy. I am also used to people who think that they can kick off their anger or road-rage just by a few days of meditation. Poor souls, they don't know that at times it takes a couple of life-times to come out of anger or hatred. In retrospect after having learnt this lesson, Jetlag appears to be a blessing that God sent my way.