Sick Leave-Gimme More

A long deserved sick leave awaited me. And so I surrendered to it without any resistance. It was getting tiring both physically & mentally. When you have battled with a disease all your childhood & gone through the immense suffering it brought, but eventually kissed it goodbye ,to have it return & trouble you again, you actually go numb. And so have I believe.
That dreaded disease in my case is Asthma. In childhood it was not me who was more scared bcos of it, it was my parents. To them every attack would bring with it a vicious scene of seeing me gasp for breath ,frantically taking me to a doc even post midnite most of the times. For me from whatever lil I understud dat time,I just wanted this nitemare to be over.It left me drained every time.
It leaves me drained even now, but more so mentally. My mom and dad used to go thru more pain than me. But never once they got tired of it and askd me to just deal vth it.The comfort that they gave me helped me sail thru.I guess one of the flip sides of living alone is dealing vth it all by urself.But its ok,that’s the way it works.
So on this sick leave of mine, I tried to make the most of the day. For starters I watched 3 movies, not exactly d ones I wud have seen otherwise. But wat d heck,it was gud fun. I sat by the balcony & flipped thru a magazine while having my fav chai. Got cheered up by friends. Caught on with the happenings in my auntys life. Suppressed the urge to call mom and howl every time I cudnt breath. But my brother more than made up for it by calling me every now & then, and makin me laugh at his idiotic gibberish. And before I knew the day was over. A well spent sick leave. Can’t wait for the next one-except of course the being sick part.

My Guardian Angel....

This one goes out to my beloved Aunty-Rajeshwari. I have always believed in the theory of guardian angels.Whether I believe in it bcos it almost always comes true in my case or I believe in it newichways is something that I have never pondered over. Nevertheless she has proved the existence of this theory in my life one again by her presence.
Rajeshwari aunty is my maid. Although I hate giving her this introduction, I have never considered her one.
The onus that she has taken on herself for my well being is humbling to say the least. And for reference all she gets for doing the most extraordinary things for me is just Rs.800 per month.
Despite being sick at times she almost always shows up so that I wont go to office hungry. Reason being her conscience doesn’t allow her to send me off without being fed. She does more than what her job profile says & expects nothing in return. Be it doing everything so that I wont have to lift my finger, to taking care of me without being asked. Getting me hooked on to my morning cuppa, helping me decorate my sweet lil room and falling down in the process and suffering injuries, oiling my hair, massaging my ailing back for weeks, she has done it all. The beauty of it, shes never made me feel that shes obliging me. On the contrary she has made me feel like her own kid, whom shes looking after.
No amount of gratitude is enough to express how much this selflessness of her means to me. In this mad convenience savvy world, people like her make me feel that ‘all is not lost yet’. Not yet!

From the occasional blogger

Writing after gaps is something that I can’t avoid. Given my job profile, sitting in office is a crime. And even when I have the luxury of being in the office, getting caught while writing would be a crime worth publishing in my own newspaper.
So here, I find myself thinking as to which stale weekend story or for that matter weekday story to scribble about.
Well, the traveler in me is definitely at peace after a great holiday in Mcleodgunj.It was the perfect holiday I cud have asked for. Great co., awesome place, mouth watering food, spectacular beauty of the place, dashed with adventurous activities made a heady cocktail.
I still go back to the memories and smile with all my heart.
To top it up next weekend was spent with family. It felt like a celebration getting back home. The usual fights and great bonding with brothers and the silly stuff we indulge in is something that I hold very close to my heart. And when at night instead of sleeping all alone in an empty place, you get to sleep with your niece with her cute lil arms wrapped around you; everything in this world feels alrite.
And on a parting note, writing while eating hazel nut chocolate is an alternative career option every budding writer trapped inside a corporate exterior should think of..