My Life, A Cocktail

Last night was my first visit to the ER, well, for myself. I reached there looking like a hag (yes, pain can do that to me), cold and limping. One thing I really appreciate about our hospital here is that it doesn't smell like one. The lobby (even the ER one) is quite pleasant with nice lights and art work. My vitals were taken, and a band with my name tied to my wrist. I noticed that the band was patented. I was asked to join the others in the waiting section. Being the curious person I am, I looked around at the others and wondered what their circumstances were. One thing was common between all of us, suffering. Different levels of it. I was surprised to be called in immediately, even when there were so many before me in the waiting. May be because I described my pain a level 7 out of 10. What happened inside the treatment room I don't quite want to describe, but I moaned and groaned the whole time, inspite of the local anesthesia. Hubby was really supportive. He always is. I

Sometimes you go and shoot yourself in the foot. Sometimes you do it more than once. Just because you believe in the power of forgiveness.

Its a gloomy cloudy morning, I am forced outta bed. Eggs and toast for breakfast, I head out dressed in a sweat shirt and jeans. I drop hubby at his office, and drive to mine. Even the car stereo is playing "Gimme some sunshine...." I enter the dark parking lot of my office building. Its the kinda parking lot movies like to shoot shooting scenes in. A car in the distance starts and the entire lot echoes, I can see its lights turn on... I forget to wish the security guy. I push the elevator button, and as my finger touches the button "3" it lights up. I admire the color of my nail polish against the light... Several minutes later... this nothingness of my life turns into a blog post...

That familiar restlessness has started to set in, again... Its been a while without it, and yet I recognize it perfectly. It drives me crazy even on bright sunny mornings. Its like a daemon process running in my head that no amount of coffee can seem to kill. It grows on me day by day like Marley's chains. No matter how much I loathe it, I have figured that its what takes me from one milestone to another. I am heading somewhere...

They are special, in a way emails are not. There is the envelope that carries your name, sometimes scented, and sometimes the fragrance is just in your head. There are beautiful sheets of thick paper, on which a beautiful someone has taken the time to beautifully write things they want you to know. Just the way they loop their l’s and dot their i’s reminds you of things they did and how you laughed. The words they choose, the exclamations they use, you read them in their voice and their soul. And then, you sit down at your desk, with your favorite pen and a spotless paper to give back the joy. Letters are special…

There is something cool about texting. Being in the US, I don't even have texting enabled on my phone, but I did relive my little passion while in India. Typing away, your hands moving with a dexterity known only to great texters, keeping up with the words being generated in your mind. And then there is the waiting, the vibrating alert...

- Went to Chamundi Hills on a Volvo bus - Biked our way to Nanjangud, and let ourselves be coaxed into buying prasadam we didn't want - Went to Mysore Dussera exhibition, ate cotton candy, went on the Columbus ride and screamed! - Met Ashi - Ate at Nagarjuna's in Jayanagar, full meals! - Finally got to taste Chithle Bandhu's bakarwaadi - Stayed at Ramsukh, got an amazing facial at their Spa on bday, ate loads of Strawberries with cream! - Met Paras - Spent a night at a Tree top cabin in Masinagudi - Went to the Coonoor tea factory and bought loads of tea - Went to Tulsi baag with Chitra - Chocolate paan! - Got a simple hair trim for Rs. 500! - Ate Pav Bhaji Fajita at Chilies, Bangalore :D