Rainy Days

I got drenched in the rain today. It was NOT cool. The funny part is that it only rained till I was on the road. I got on the bus and it stopped. Like jadoo.  When I reached school, I was the only person dripping rain water all over the lift lobby. I don’t know if it’s just me or whether it’s a huge cosmic plan, but trust me when I say that it always rains on me. And eitherways, it sucks.

I hate rainy days. Period. No, it’s not romantic, and NO, it does not remind me of childhood days of playing and dancing in the rain, splashing rain water over each other and making paper boats. It just makes me obsessive about whether I remembered to close the windows in my room, worry about the phone, hard disk and iPod in my bag, try to look decent in the now-wet white shirt, avoiding lecherous looks from the construction workers just outside school and feeling cold the rest of the day. Na baba, I cannot go jumping around on rainy days. Life is good staying in.

Killing me softly

Sometimes, the strangest thing is what keeps on disturbing the constant momentum of your life and you simply don’t know it.

I am super drowsy from my medicine as I write this. You see, I haven’t been sleeping well in a while. And I kept on thinking it’s because i am stressed and I work way too hard. I tried to find out why I was always so tired, why I just had to stop every few hundred meters when I was running even though my legs weren’t tired, why I always woke up feeling terrible, why I had stopped enjoying little things like the smell of coffee.

All this would make me feel horrible, really. My perpetual throat ache, head ache, ear ache and all the other aches made me feel old. I was only days away from declaring myself a nutcase.

And then I found out. It’s because my stupid, sensitive nose is ALWAYS blocked. I took medicines, my nose is clear and I zonked out for the afternoon. The whole of it. That was the best sleep I had in a year.

Phew. What a relief!

Next time you are being punched in the face with problems, stop and observe, and don’t give up. It could just be blocked sinuses.

Lazy holidays.. and some other stuff..

I’ve been going through the blogger’s block recently. I have no one to blame, really. Since exams finished, i’ve done nothing much but miss my friends, watch movies, go for cycling trips, and plan about getting back to work.

I eventually did get back to my part-time. Thanks to my mother for knocking some sense into me and teaching me about ‘the real world’. Mostly, for reminding me that people need money to live. So yea. Back to work.

Although i must admit, my work now is not very interesting. I spent most of yesterday scanning paper, and so nothing exciting happened, except that the paper kept jamming the maching since i kept forgetting to take the staples off.

Of course, on the brighter side, while the stack of paper scanned itself, i got time to do soul searching, play senseless games on Facebook, read NewsWeek AND blog! Nah, i don’t hate my job at all.  

Which reminds me of what i was originally thinking when i started writing this post.  It so happens that i just made a ‘to-do-list’ for the holidays. (yes, i have a thing for lists) and that got me wondering. Well that, and an episode from Scrubs. How do you know whether THAT big step that you are taking in your life is the right one? How can you make sure that you won’t regret it two weeks later? Most importantly, how do  you know whether you will be able to “survive” it?

Like Elliot Reid, i also wish there was a test to tell you that. Where you could just enter your choice and it would tell you whether you are making the  right decision, buying the right dress or choosing the correct friends. I’ve taken a lot of huge steps this year, not knowing whether i will be able to pull through. Thinking back, i think i did manage to pull through most of them. Of course, i made my mistakes too. And as much i may wish for the otherwise,  i do realize that there is no way to go back and un-do my decisions.

There is, however, satisfaction in learning from from your mistakes. But really, what if there were no scope for another chance, another mistake or another decision? How are you supposed to know what the right thing to do is?

E-X-H-A-U-S-T-E-D … and a few other emotions

So.. week 5.. what has been happening?

a LOT actually.

I have started referring to dance rehearsals, discrete fourier transforms, year end dinner preparations, microcontrollers, exchange day and quizzes as my newfound emotions. But I am having fun, nevertheless.

Or rather, i was having fun, until a couple of days ago when I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like someone had hit me on my head. I don’t remember much but I remember taking the thermometer out of the drawer and putting it into my mouth.

And I remember the reading. It said 40 degrees celsius.

And I remember thinking I was going to die.

And there were medicines.

But I didn’t die. I called in sick the next day. I never skip lectures, or work, or anything for that matter. I don’t remember doing that for a really long time. Not even when I was still in school. Yes, I was one of those irritating, nerdy, “Full-Attendance-prize-winners-every-year”. (Don’t snigger. I am still proud of it.)

So I took medicines for a couple of days but I wasn’t getting well. Yesterday, I got shouted at by a friend for not finishing my vegetables and drinking coke and having sauce while I have a fever. We all called him a “saas” for doing that. What followed was a tyranny of laughter, and a pointless conversation and more laughter.

Today my fever is gone. Like magically.

Guess I got the correct dose of the medicine I needed. :)