Whining thoughts continue..

Being unwell on a weekend is something more tormenting than missing out my favourite biriyani
This weekend was completely spent in dribs and drabs at home when I had ‘n’ number of plans scheduled
Meeting up with friends, gossiping, shopping ,get togethers, and so on were programmed in my mind..

I had the weekend hysteria starting from Friday and so decided to work from home. Working from home was more or less like enjoying the weather having a nice cup of coffee, watching Tv, smirk at those who would be working hard at office, and at times, rather when I feel like, twitter into the laptop screen when work pops up!
With the lap top on my lap ,and eye focused completely on the movie I dint want a soul to disturb me ,as I was completely engrossed in that comfort posture

Soon felt a kind of body throb which ran through my rib and went down the spine…a small tap on my elbow with the remote hurt me..and started getting a strong headache….God!!!whats happening to me???…am I falling sick?? My get together????…eeeks!!!

Decided to go take rest as I had slept late the previous night since was watching a movie ;)
No matter what I couldn’t take it easy…head ache was aggravating every hour and I some how couldn’t bear it…I hate taking tablets…but here I was forced to..had a paracetamol and after hours of struggle I dozed off..I was woken up by around 9.30pm when the door bell rang and that was my husband..i opened my eye and realized that my head was heavy and I wasn’t still out of the pain..
Hospitals are always a no no for me but since I welcomed my husband puking right in front of him ,.he decided to take me to the hospital.

Manipal hospital being the nearest we decided to go there..since it was 10pm ,only the casuality was open for consultation and there were only emergency cases.I stepped in and I could see people on ventilators, oxygen cylinders gasping for breath and some were infact struggling for their life..

I was quite sure if I had uttered the word ‘headache’ there one of those suffering patients would have got up and slapped me left and right. My headache was nothing when compared to the ailment they were suffering.I decided to walk out as the doctors had more serious patients to look after..

Next day visited a local clinic as the pain still persisted and puking continued…doctor there asked me if I were working in IT sector and whether I always sit in front of the computer…Needless to say any IT employee would do the same..he chuckled and gave me a look which meant ''Very Simple issue''!
He termed this kind of strong headache as Migraine!! Mainly caused due to stress..Wonder how watching movie and enjoying the weather would inculcate stress in me!!

Any way the end result is Migraine ruined my weekend, factually wrecked it... And all what I have to tell u my dear migraine is ’Don’t u dare come again!!!!!’

Jotting down depressing thoughts was one of my hobbies when i was a kid...I guess the frequency of scribbling on those old diaries was more when i was between 13-16yrs

A fight which hits the roof when my bro gets a fish fry or a chicken piece which may be an inch bigger than mine, The day the report card decides to be inside the bag and not come out until threatened by the class teacher, when mom speaks abt bro getting a higher pecentage than mine when he was in my grade,getting beaten up for lying or breaking things at home...were few instances which made me act as if i were the most popular poignant biographer...

These were the times when a heart broken me starts squiggling on a diary..
It comprises everything in the world..complaints,thoughts,sadism,blame worthy mistakes by others..and few stuff like the ones below :)

-Most of the nursery rhymes i have learnt
-How to be more cheeky at school
-'Flame'tests with all popular movie stars
-Pencil sketches of those pple whom i hate..They will obviously have horns and fangs!!!
-Cribbing about mom standing by my bro always
-My own poems and stories..
-Imagining myself to be an adopted daughter and declaring 'iam' after a fight at home.
-Commiserate and imagine how lonely iam in this world
-Calculate the marks that i may get after an exam which i would have done as horrible as possible
-Number of dresses i have and how many more my brother has..Just to cook up a fight
-About mom comparing my marks to that of the most brilliant girls and accusing me for not learning from them..
-Count of my total number of friends, list them out and highlight those whom i hate
-Persuade God to Punish my mom and dad for denying me the most expensive stuff that i would have demanded
-Hiding my brothers most treasured bits and pieces and making a note of where i have hidden it, at the same time ensuring that i will never return them
-List the number of people whom i hurt and justifying why..

and the list goes on.....

It all stopped when one fine day i saw my diary contentedly enjoying the company of my family members making them laugh and mock at my scribbled feelings....i had forgotten to keep it locked and my nosey bro published it and even the neighbours face seemed as if they knew my innermost feelings!!!

i still have those diaries and as i go through the pages my mind takes a long stroll through the years i grew up.....Trust me it was a good walk through....!!!