One busy week

One trip to club Kabana. One day in the water. Two servings of icecream. One day with amma and deb. Two servings of icecream again. One morning with cold. One afternoon of temperature.One trip to the Intel clinic. One evening of head ache and truely feeling in the dumps. One night when I slept like I din know what hit me. One half day off from work(my first). One afternoon spent again, at the Intel clinic. One anxious nurse. Three unsuccessful attempts at bringing my temperature down. One thermometer that read 102. One apprehensive doctor. One sweet admin. Three friends who dint mind missing work. One visit to the hospital. One look at my Intel tag. One push on the bed- One BP test, One blood test, One blood sugar level check, One pulse check. One bottle of drips. One whiney patient who felt completely healthy and wanted to tear stuff away from her hand and run out. Two angry friends who came visting in the evening. One more bottle of drips, this time refused by the patient. One matronly woman who was hell bent on making the patient stay the night. One sign in a refusal of treatment form. One thousand and five hundred rupees and a pink slip. Six Dolo 650's. One autoride from there. One more day off from work. Twenty seven people asking if I was ok. Five jerkin wearing, cough emitting, icecream-less, pastry-less, coke-less, laddu-less days.

High on drama.

And thats what you thought..

Its an exhausting experience to catch a cold - it is! So you r walking along in this chirpy "life's for me" mood.. smiling at the people around you.. wondering why you arent this way always.. think evreyone loves you.. think you luv everyone.. theres this really soft mellow tune playing itself in your head.. and suddenly somewhere down the road, you find your throat becoming dry and raspy.. and the music in your head becomes grainy and scratchy.. you think your throats giving up on you.. ur imagining a clumsy hand on the insides of your throat banging on the walls of your skin for your attention.. but noooo!! youv got this weird obsession with not falling sick and pretending to be healthy and efficient and not at all dramatic and what not.. so you stil continue the walk, but a small frown clouds your forehead and the tune gets scratchier..

And then the day floats by, with small voices within you whispering about the major cold outbreak that they foresee.. you shush them up rudely and refuse to smile at anyone else.. you decide to eat some icecream out of contempt for the earlier conversation with the voices..

The icecream tastes so soothing.. Its like your telling those voices "ha! so there you go!" and the pesky fat hand in your throat seems to stop its banging.. the icecream melts in your mouth.. you feel it making its way down your throat.. this- you think to urself, this is what life is about- these small moments when you spoil yourself.. you watch the rupee notes trade hands and think to yourself about money being well spent.. if ever investements played any role in your nineteen year old life, this moment was worth the twentyfive bucks!!And then you turn to everything else.. feel yourself getting back the old tune again..Only this time, theres a slightly heavier head to support on your neck..Its like someone watered the insides of your brain.. Yoour thoughts linger on watering the brain..You return a few moments later to your head thats heavier now, than when you started thinking about it.. funny, you say to yourself, what if the head becomes heavier after thinking heavy thoughts! This thought is rudely interrupted by a physical awakening within you-- tumbling out of you with the fury of the avenged-- * hachooo! * *Mua ha ha ha* it seems to say.. sigh! ..With slouched shoulders and a shake of the head, you have no choice but to accept defeat!

P.S: is there a better "noise word" to sound out a sneeze?? All twisted-coined up words are welcome! :)