down and out

I think the last comic strip did not cut across as funny. Is it?

I found it damn funny! Especially, Calvin's expression in the third slide is unmatchable! It is so innocent! The thought conveyed was exactly my thought that day.

Anyhow, getting ill is so not cool. More so when it happens bang in the middle of the night. That is because your woozy brain simply refuses to signal your eyes to open up until the moment the pains reach their unbearable level.

So, after fighting nausea, drowsiness, a pathetic and stubborn stomach ache and innumerable dashes to the washroom for some three hours, at 3 o'clock in the night, I was left with a nearly empty stomach, which, by the way, could give Usain Bolt a run for his money, and an upper back muscle pull from the previous day. Yes, all the different kinds of commonly found virus (bacteria, whatever; Ingluorious Basterds for me) chose precisely the very same moment to attack.

Oh no, wait. The one that induces high temperature and full body ache kind of got left behind. But not for long. Whats a few hours in the grand scheme of things, isn't it?

Now, I am the kind of person who associates doctors with nothing less than God himself. In fact, every time I fall really sick, one of my thoughts runs as: "I should have become a Doc, what the hell Am I doing being an engineer(its not like I am serving any good to anyone right now anyway!)". The fact that they bring you out of your misery is no small feat, right? So what if it is some common malaise. Because when you are in the middle of it, even a splitting headache drives you crazy.

I don't even have to go far. I have two amazing doctors at home who also happen to be my parents. So, when I see my mother awake alongside me the entire night trying her best to cure me, that mushy, gooey feeling drowns my heart completely. Maybe, what I said above makes more sense now.

Anyhow, I was pretty much bed-ridden almost the entire next day and had more than usual time to observe things around me. And more than usual time to observe myself. I realized how much I was craving for the company of my people at home and how much closer I felt to them. My routine post-office hours are mostly spent either on my guitar or on casual catching up with friends. Last things on my mind this time around. Wherein phone calls from parents are quickly disposed off (unfortunately with some irritation if the number of calls exceeds umm ..two with the topic of the calls being the same), every call, once an hour, from my mother to check up on me felt so bloody awesome.
As for my siblings, I'm blessed to have such a sweet and caring brother; rushing off to buy food edible for my pampered stomach, albeit a lil grudgingly. Can't blame him. Pressures of competitive exams! And my sister; I think I can take a lesson or two in patience from her. Even though she had a big exam the next day, she took so, so much care of me, chatting with me when I wanted and keeping up with my irritating demands; all the while keeping her studies aside. Though an important point to be mentioned is that the studies would have in any case not commenced before satisfactory doses of sleep, chattering over the phone, commenting on facebook status messages and watching an Upper East Side saga of love and betrayal (dear sis, don't kill me for this),
The two of them probably ignored what a high-headed and impatient big sister I sometimes can be. Even my mother, who sometimes has to bear the brunt of a rebellious 25 year old going through changes in her life .... Basically, the whole thing made me realize, again, how strong and unconditional the bond that we call Family, is. Its not that I am some loner who doesn't value it. I know that when the whole world will turn its back on me, I will always have these people to fall back upon. For me, my family and friends are the most important people in this world. Its just that, in this fast life and in meeting day to day deadlines, I sometimes take my family for granted because I just expect them to be There anytime I need them. And I know that I will be there as well anytime I am required. That's what families are for, right? These couple of days just gave me time to introspect. Since then, I am trying to be more aware of their needs and demands. I just hope this lasts longer than the last time the realization dawned.

To sum it up, in the words of Joey Tribbiani:

".... and there is nothing more important in the whole world .... than family"

The Thought of my day

Writer's BloC

"Hey, I just created my own Blog. Do visit it and let me know how you find it"

Said a friend to me.

A Blog !!?

Only one word pops up in my head every time I hear those words. "Wow".

For years the word Blog has only brought about wonderment. Wonderment that people could actually, like Actually, put down their thoughts, day after day! Well ... frankly, the feeling of amazement isn't that new. It has been there for a long, long time. The only difference between then and now is that pens, "Dear Diary"s and locked drawers have given way to colored fonts, text-fields and the ability to customize privacy settings.

So ... am I over-reacting to this whole idea of managing a blog?? I suppose writing doesn't sound That tough, right?

Wrong. Writing has been my Nemesis. Right through every English exam I have ever written since I was 6. Reading section - Check. Grammar section - Check. Literature section - Check. Writing section - That's where the abyss awaited me. The whole idea of penning (errr ... typing) my thoughts, likes, dislikes, interests, views invoked a strange kind of fear.

And a fear worse than that? Stringing together words to form sentences and paragraphs coherent enough for any average human being to comprehend. Writing is no exception to my random ways of life.

I wonder what sudden inspiration made me create My very own blog (Wow!). I think it came when, out of the many wayward thoughts that make their way through my head everyday, I hit upon a title, fitting enough for a blog. So what if it was already taken. An extra 'hyphen' never harmed anyone.

And now, after struggling for well over three hours with my 'As', 'THEs' and prepositions, surviving battles between various nice-sounding words in my head, and consulting the omniscient Google over a dozen times, I have some 20 lines to call my very first post and a title that doesn't make much sense.
In any case, the single thought in my head right now is to search for some topic for my next post. The fear has given way to curiosity.

By the way,

"I just created my own Blog. Do visit it and let me know how you find it"