I just returned from a 5 day trip to God's own country, Kerela. Those days were simply magical with no office, no deadlines, and no early morning race against time to get ready and catch the 7.40 am vali metro for Noida. There was complete peace of mind along with lush green hills, mesmerizing backwaters and musical sound of the sea. On top of all that was the fabulous weather of the place.
Well, this post is not about the trip, but what happens when it is over and you are back home. In my case, the fear of going home, that feeling of dread reared its ugly head (I know the phrase is not apt but I really like it and wanted to use it somewhere) on our last evening in Kerela. The words Delhi, office, metro, projects, heat and unpacking were buzzing in my head constantly and making me feel giddy. My heart beat must be racing at over 120 beats/min. It felt as if it was my last evening as a free soul and I would be trapped in a torturous dungeon from the next day. Inevitably, the day to fly back home was here. I seriously don't understand the concept of time. When you are working or studying, basically doing anything else except chilling out, time seems to move at a pace slower than a tortoise's or a snail's. But when you are on a holiday or home on weekends, it just flies by faster than the speed of light. Why is that?
Anyway, coming back to the original topic at hand. So, our flight was at 6.15 in the morning and the resort where we were staying was 30 kms. from the airport. Hence, we had to wake up at an ungodly hour of 3.30 am to be able to catch the plane !! As soon as I woke up I sensed that something was wrong. I could'nt put a finger on what it was, but I knew that something was not right. After rubbing my eyes and clearing out the drowsiness from my head I understood. I had a pain in my left shoulder and was also feeling dizzy. I groaned, "Here it starts again !!"
See, here's the thing with me. In my school days, whether it was the last day of summer vacations, winter vacations, other holidays, or Sunday evenings, I would suddenly assume that I had developed one illness or the other. Mostly, it used to be a stomach ache. In college, ummm..in college it was nothing because, you know, you can take an off without any reason and no one will question you. As far as missed lectures are concerned, who cares !! You can always get notes photocopied from friends..:) But, as soon as I started working, this cycle started again.
Every Sunday evening and Monday morning I feel as if I have fever, or a stomach ache or more recently, a spondalysis attack. It always turns out to be a false thing and that really sucks. So, the day I got back from the trip, I felt that my pulse was too fast, and my forehead was quite hot. Also, I used to rotate my neck and shoulders after every 10 minutes or so since it seemed to me that my shoulder pain had aggravated into something more chronic. In reality, nothing had happened. My body was burning due to Delhi's heat and my shoulder had been exposed to direct air from the AC for 6 hours and was just a little stiff. So, my brain declared me 100% fit to resume the mundane routine of my life.
Hence, on Thursday morning, as I woke up once again to the reality of my life, my mind could think of only one song - Mera sundar sapna toot gaya....sniff :'-(
P.S: It's Saturday evening, so I have 24 hours before I start feeling unwell again..:)
