The depth, if one may call it that, of my sleep is legendary.

I have been known to sleep through earthquakes, alarms, examinations and virtually anything the world could throw at me.

On September 30, 1993, an earthquake of magnitude 6.3 on Richter Scale rocked the districts of Latur and Osmanabad in the state of Maharashtra. The tremors were felt as far as Mumbai.

My family and everyone in the building were up in a jiffy and screaming for their lives. My brother shook me in a bid to wake me up. I looked up in a dazed manner, made sure that the TV did not fall down and promptly went back to sleep.

Then there was a time when my family was locked outside the house. No amount of ringing the bell and knocking the door managed to rouse me. They finally had to send in someone through the balcony to open the door from the inside.

The first question when I woke up was a simple, "How did you get in?"