Musings

A little walk

A little walk wouldn't hurt. But it does - with all the things I have to carry and all the things I would have to leave on my way, the little walk is no longer what it suggests. There are more than a good amount of news I would have to share in this space now.

My sister's wedding arrangements are going good - or so I hear. Nothing is to be believed till I see all the arrangements myself. My own invites are yet to arrive and I have to plan to disctribute it to all my friends and manage to pull many friends to the occasion.

My work is getting a bit too listless and hectic. By listless I do not mean boring but its very relentless and with such a constant pressure, you somehow lose your steam soon - I no longer see the passion for the same.

All the hyderabadi junta are planning a trip to Goa next month. The details are yet to be finalised but I am looking forward to it - I need a break from this muggy summer in hyderabad and more so from my work.

Its a diary-writing kinda bloglet - something that I rarely do. But I had to. All questions cannot be answered, can we?

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No tooth-fairy tale

I heard a phone ringing, distant at first but loud and near later. My instincts began to act and I painfully noticed that it was my phone that was ringing. I knew the caller and knew that I had to attend it. I set aside my crumpled bedsheet and took the phone. Suddenly a pang hit me - something was terribly wrong. The day before was marked by a cold which was getting severe by the minute - I knew I had serveral choices before me, go to a doctor or go to a pharmatist and get some medicines or just leave it alone. Being a staunch follower of Occam's razor I made the last choice and hence the pang hit me. I was having a severe headache and the cold had become more intense.

Life has been quite easy and painless for me so far. The only major pain I had to endure was when I was removed one of my teeth. Having had tooth pains recently, I went to a routine dental checkup, when the doctor advised me to have a tooth removed. I was assured a local anaesthetic would be used for which I commented, I wouldn't need that. I was so sure of handling pains then, the incident changed all that. After fifteen minutes, the tooth wouldn't come out as the roots were strong (the doctor had misread it, he claimed the tooth was rotten till the root and would be easily removed). The anaesthetic began to wear out (or probably had no purpose till then, for a forceful jerk was applied for the first time) and I began to understand what pain really was. I didn't scream, but certainly was closer to doing that than anytime before in my life. The young doctor who was handling me, ran to the senior one for help. The big round guy came, pulled out a lever and simply clutched my teeth using that and pulled it out with all his might. It eventually came after thirty seconds of unforgettable pain. When it finally came out, I literally vomitted out a full mouth of blood - it formed a perfect gruesome ending to the tale.

Now, why did I tell the dental story...Oh yeah - about the pang. I had sever headache accompanied by a running nose. Leaving the tooth removal episode aside, I find headaches and running noses painfully annoying. The headache is gone/subsidized now, but am still running...

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A place of anger and more..

Its been quite a while since I wrote my last post and the world around me has changed so little. Days have been busy as usual, its getting difficult to sleep well and what more, I am yet to get to a weekend without a trip to the office. Life is certainly far from boring but its not interesting either...

A few hiccups in work did bother my peace of mind last week. I am not to elucidate that here, but whatever happened did bring out the temper in me. Am always a angry man, particularly when it comes to hypocrisy - this time I could have shooted it out (almost did) but had to condemn myself to the sweet diplomacy again!

Having said that, I do wonder if it is going to pay me to be uncontrollably angry at something that I probably had little control. From where I am now to where I want to be is a long way ahead and anger against people with less morality could be a huge block in my path. Nevertheless, I am in no-compromise mode and probably after all what I had to endure, I would never go back. I cannot.

Sometimes I do wonder if I could be better-off sharing a few things with people who are close to me. Its something that I have thought about before and decided that it was a way to cheat myself. Its another way to say that I simply wouldn't care. Yep, believe me its analogous..

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