Its a Comeback.. Of sorts..

For the 1st time in my life, I'm home sick... doing things I've never done before..

This is a writeup that I've read a coupla times on blog sites.. Normally such a start is successfully linked with an epiphany that the writer has, not happening with me.

I'm down with Backache, big time. Ignored it like a jerk for the last month, and now it spikes pain that shoots up my arse, each time I attempt to toss and turn in bed, and I've categorically told my freinds not to make me laugh, my parents not to feed anything that induces coughing or sneezing, and myself not to overdo the rest.

I saw a doctor today, he lives in the neighbourhood and we've crossed each other in the street often, to and fro work. He's one of the best in the city, affiliated with the toniest hospital in New Delhi. I had a kind of an image- read hotshot, commercially-wired sonofabitch. Still went to him as he was the nearest that I could get to a supplication for this pain.

Surprise for me- Mr. Doctor did not charge me consultation fee. Kind Beings are still around, who'll things for you even if they just recognize you from the street, just because their father knew your grandfather aeons ago.

I'm intrigued- How many of these kinda people survive? Because everywhere I go, its the same all over again. All the same kinda people, we've turned into an uber-brahmin society, driven by professionalism, people would rather show the finger than extend a helping hand, they'd rather escalate little issues between freinds than sit down and talk it out.

The above is what happens to you when you sit in a state of semi amnesia in bed all day.. you get time to think, because your mind isn't deadened by all the visual stimuli that are around all the time.. I spend a minimum of 14 hours each day, on the comp at office/home, or reading. How much time do I spend at being human, using thought and exercising a sound judgement over where I want this post going, where I want my life going is beyond my abilities to calculate in micro/nano seconds.

If you're a freind who's reading this, or a word voyeur who discovered this, say a little prayer for me, that all us urban dwellers turn into the good samaritans that we get inspired by every day, but don't bother turning into.

Pray that all of us has 120 seconds to themselves each day. Funny as it is, I don't.

Chao, till next time..