This Skillora Anthem created by me is dedicated to every student of "21 DSS Group | Batch 01 | January 2026" group who chose discipline over comfort and action over excuses. To those who wake up at 5 AM, showed up consistently, and believeed in growth.
From childhood, I always had one small but powerful dream, to wake up at 4:30 a.m. People said it was Brahma Muhurta, the most peaceful and productive time of the day. Somewhere deep inside, I believed that waking up early could change the way life is.
During my school and college days, I was an early riser, at least by normal standards. Waking up at 7 a.m. felt easy. My body cooperated. Life was simpler.
In the early stages of my career, working till 4 a.m. and going to sleep at 4 a.m. was called productivity. In my early 20s, my body supported this lifestyle. I thought I was unstoppable.
But time teaches you lessons. Slowly, sleep problems started. Stress, pressure, sometimes sadness, all affected my sleep. Nights became restless. Mornings became harder. Even though I wanted to wake up early, I just couldn’t.
Yet, for almost a decade, one thought stayed with me: “If I wake up at 4:30, My Life will Change”
Anyone who has experienced staying up late at night like an owl knows this feeling, the heaviness, the guilt. The mind refuses to wake up next day and Morning arrives with regret, low energy.
On the other hand, anyone who has experienced early mornings knows a completely different feeling, the silence, the clarity, the focus. Whatever you do at that time feels purely productive.
So today, I am writing this blog after waking up at 4:30 a.m., with these thoughts flowing onto the page at 6 a.m. with a clear and calm mindset.
Sometimes, when something aligns with your interest, you just know you should try, even if you don’t know anything about it.
The best part? It didn’t start on January 1st. Because let’s be honest 😆 we all take resolutions on Jan 1st, fail, feel guilty, and by Jan 5th, we want a fresh hand to hold again. This felt like that second chance.
I told my husband something very honestly: “I have never asked anything from you. Just help me wake up for these 21 days.”
And support matters. He kept the alarm, woke me up, and he went back to sleep.
Day one of 21 day challance felt different. Special. Can you believe this, over 5,000+ registrations and nearly 2,000+ people showed up on Day One. The energy was unbelievable. Just by waking up, I felt I had already completed one checklist for the day.
Not Every Day Was Perfect, And That’s Okay. Day two, I made it.
Day three, I couldn’t wake up. But instead of giving up, I did something simple. I switched on my laptop, joined the session… and slept.
Yes, I slept, but sitting. Wrapped in my blanket, Bangalore weather being kind and cold, I slept sitting on the sofa with my laptop on. And you know what? I was happy. Because I showed up, even imperfectly.
On Day Four, I saw the community posts. People sharing their effort, their wins. That hit me hard.
If you really want something, you have to do it.
From that day, I became more sincere.
Today, it’s Day 10.
Out of these 10 days: 7 days I gave my 100%. 2 days I was half-asleep. One day I slept, but still stayed connected. And I am okay with that.
Because here’s the truth: A woman who used to wake up at 9 a.m., waking up at 5 a.m. itself is a huge achievement.
My goal is still 4:30 a.m everyday and I know I will get there with the community support and Dr.Suresh Pandian Sir. If You Want to Join the 5 A.M. Club, Read This
If you are holding this thought in your heart, here are my honest tips:
Don’t aim for perfection. Aim for presence.
Even if you miss a day or two, don’t quit.
Target 21 days, but forgive yourself if you miss a day
Progress matters more than streaks.
Even lying on the bed with your laptop on counts. Be there. Watch. Listen. Absorb.
Community changes everything. Seeing others try will push you to try again.
I was also inspired by our Mentor Suresh Pandia Sir, who wakes up at 4:30 a.m., takes a bath, and starts the class every day. Even more inspiring was his intention, to give something back to the community. Yes, he is making changes to our life
You know what? These 10 days changed me without me even realizing it. You can go through all my YouTube videos—I never showed my face before. But these days transformed something inside me. Yesterday, I posted my first YouTube video, and I surprised myself. The confidence I felt was different.
Another best part, honestly, is the workbook. It comes with thoughtful reflection questions that gently make you pause and look inward. When you write the answers in your own words and then see community members sharing their reflections, it naturally pushes you to do better. It feels like quiet homework - But a meaningful one.
Deepika Muthusamy is an author, an ‘outdoorsy’ person, and a fitness enthusiast. Her passion for exploring new places, staying active, and living a healthy lifestyle is evident in her writing.
Her debut novel ‘Touch of Mist’ has been well-received by readers. The novel is a fictional love-story that explores the complexities of relationships and the power of love.
She is a Software Techie by profession and began her career with the IBM. Her expertise in technology has allowed her to create compelling characters and plotlines.
Deepika is also the co-founder of Bangalore Hikers and has organized several treks in and around Bangalore. Her experiences while traveling have provided inspiration for her writing and have helped her to create vivid, immersive settings for her articles.
Apart from her outdoor adventures, Deepika is also a fitness enthusiast. She has been participating in the TCS 10K Bangalore run, Coimbatore Marathon, and Pinkathon 10K run since 2012. Her commitment to fitness and a healthy lifestyle is reflected in her writing, as she often incorporates themes of physical activity and wellness into her novels.
Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago. It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.