Mind is the true ruler. The ruler of the body. Whichever
great man said that was correct to every word. But sometimes, when the body
fails to respond, the brain takes a back seat. Hence, this write-up.
This passing week was
a test of patience for me, a god’s test to see what I do in such situations. I
got fever. People who know me even half can tell me it is nothing new. I have
had more paracetamols than mangoes, visited a doctor more than my relatives and
used a thermometer more frequently than a pen. Thanks to my superb memory, a
majority the only few remaining memories of my childhood are of sitting in a
doctor’s waiting room, with a worried look on my parent’s face (as if I have
shown them my report card), and a pathetic look on people looking at me.
I got a paracetamol from my roommate who was ill a day
earlier. To my worst surprise, as if to intensify my pleasure in being sick,
these words were etched on the tablet: “welcome”. What could you possibly
deduce from such a phrase? It’s like ‘please have a seat’ written on the
electrocution chair of a prison!
Now from the third day into the heated feverish days, I have
a sore throat. Previous glorious experiences remind me of laryngitis. For those
fortunately not acquainted with the horrific term, asking what in Madhu Koda’s
name is this, it is an illness causing you an amplified sore throat and making
your voice less of an audio signal and more of a noise signal. On top of it, it
has added benefits.
So I was having a voice like the masked version of batman
(when considering clarity), only n times worse. Last time I had the honor of
having this disease, I fearfully recall, I used to sit near my laptop with
notepad running, and font size 72 selected. The doctor had suggested total
voice rest, and I wasn’t able to speak as it is, if I thought otherwise. This
had lead to many misunderstandings when I tried to communicate with anyone sans
words, further leading to epic frustration.
This coughing problem suddenly increases during the night,
for reasons unknown. Thus, I spent (and am spending) sleepless nights, as no
one can sleep coughing every 15 seconds. This incessant coughing has brought up
another problem of stomach ache. Sleepless nights mean sleepy days. Sleeping
during the day causes more sleepless nights.
As I was finding a way out of this vicious cycle, god, idling
away his time, again bumped into me. Once again for his entertainment and much
to my rebel, he gave me conjunctivitis. The most frustrating disease ever.
Swollen, heated, irritated, blood red, dirty, itchy, reduced vision eyes.
Now, I was having fever, suffering from laryngitis and having
conjunctivitis. It was like meningitis, elephantiasis, paralysis and hepatitis
were on their way. It was in times like this that I revisited the status of
god’s existence. More on that later. And in times like this I found out three
ways to cure someone from any disease. First, tried and tested: visit a doctor
(people staying in KiiT will realize that this option is invalid for them).
Second: use your will power to think that you are well and ultimately get well
(people with logically capable brains will realize the crap value of this).
Third, the best way, is to not pay attention to the disease and act as you would
have without it. No, I haven’t gone berserk with all the diseases ramming my
body simultaneously, interfering with the rare normal functioning of my pea
sized brain.
And who in ‘kaaladhan’s’ name said that: ‘when going gets
tough, the tough gets going’. Anything that sounds beautiful isn’t true. If tough got going, it means that going never
got tough.
Really, times are tough!
