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Month: August 2013 (page 1 of 2)

When Ms Chamko fell ill and it wasn’t common cold

Those who have been following me (I’m still not able to decide whether I’m a religion or a cult), would know that I have a special liking for common cold. 

Runny nose and watery eyes are not met with tender loving care at home, but by “take your meds” at home.  While I argue that there is no medicine for common cold, my dad refuses to see my logic. 

But last Saturday, I had pain in my right knee when I woke up.  Hmm. Must have hurt myself somewhere.  Because I am an honorary doctor from WebMD, I immediately sprayed some relispray and popped in an ibuprofen because hey, OTC meds are awesome that way.  “What if I have chikungunya? LOL” I joked with my mom.  Mom replied with a “chup nonsense” look on her face.

Day passed by ok, but when I got back home, the pain returned and such that I could not stand.  Now pain was on both the feet and I was feeling the chills.  I pulled a blanket over my head and lied down at 7:30 in the evening.  In the meantime, dad got home and despite my protests (no, no, I’m ok (I was not ok)) we went to see a doctor. 

One look at me and doctor says it’s viral.  He probably possessed some sort of divya drashti.  He prescribed paracetamol for the pain in my body and mild fever (It was about 99 when he measured it) and said if the fever still stays the next day, to get tested for malaria and chikungunya.

Got home, took the meds, and by 10, I started sweating, like you would after taking a damned paracetamol.  I felt so relieved.  Like I could run a double marathon or something. #wheeee

But then at 4, I started shivering.  Speed of fan went from 3 to 2 and from 2 to 1 in half an hour.  Body temperature went from 98 to 99 to 100 to 101, progressing every hour.  In the meantime, the parts of my body – fingers, arms, chest, back, neck, knees, shins, ankles and foot were in tremendous pain.  It took me 15 minutes to walk down from my room.  By the time I could walk down, dad had already called for the pathology lab to come and collect blood.

And who likes getting their blood tested? I hate it. It is one of the scariest things ever. :( Why would anyone with a sane mind let anyone with a needle come near them? The fever remained steady at around 101 for a while, but once the results came in that I tested negative for chikungunya and malaria, it came down.  I spent most of my sunday sleeping.

After Sunday, fever hasn’t reached 101 level, but going back to work hasn’t been easy.  For my 3rd floor office, I not only take the elevator to go up, but also to come down. 

There is still some swelling on my hands and feet, but I am in a much better position than last week.  Oh, and the meds have created some sort of storm in my stomach. Will spare you the details, though.

I just want this pain to go away. I promise I’ll be a good girl. and not make fun of Digvijay Singh, Rahul Gandhi and all.

Good day and kick to the virus for making my one last week miserable.

A bit on arranged marriage

Girls my age are not only married, but some also have babies and some of these babies are already going to school.

I’ve reached a stage where any male friend is a prospective groom and is met with ‘agar ladka accha hai, toh humein koi problem nahin hai’ whispers.

But I’ve not yet gone the arranged marriage way yet.  I’ve not met any guy/guy’s parents to face rejection on that front yet. (I mean, getting rejected from complete strangers would be a new low for me, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that)

A recent discussion with a friend who finds his daily laughs via shaadi.com profile pictures of prospective brides got me thinking about something.

I said how I dread making a shaadi.com profile, mostly because I wouldn’t know what to write, and more importantly, having grown on a staple diet of romantic comedies, finding love via matrimonial site is not romantic at all.

He said, you don’t find love on shaadi.com, you find life partner.

What? No.

I don’t want to settle for a life partner.  I want to marry someone because I want to, because I like him, and because I want to spend the rest of my life with him.  Not because I have to.

And so should the guy.  I mean, the guy should want to spend his life with me, and only then he should marry me because while marriage to some extent would involve adjustments to a lot of things (my mother in law is not gonna mix daal-rice and khichdi the way my mom does for me) I definitely don’t just want to “settle” for someone and hope the feelings would develop. Or be completely indifferent to the love part about marriage.

So yes, not gonna spend the rest of my life with a guy who got into matrimony because he found me a ‘suitable’ life partner and not someone he would love.

Jain Butter Chicken

So I just read this article by Zahir on Gujaratis and their food habits.  While I agree that most people here do not eat non vegetarian food, I really do not see how that is connected to the 2002 riots.

Yes, people here (including me) are vegetarian and don’t eat eggs either.  While others might have religious reasons, for me (and a LOT of people I know), it is a matter of choice.  I choose not to eat meat.  My parents will not eat at a place which serves non vegetarian food.  Religious reasons and personal choice too.  Having said that, they do not look down upon people who choose to eat non vegetarian food either.

I don’t see why people like my parents should be looked down upon just because they choose to lead their lives in a particular way? Oh, because you are assuming that people who leave a restaurant which serves non-veg food is because they are looking down upon your restaurant. Maybe they are leaving because they do not eat at a place which also serves non-veg – for personal or religious reasons.  If you claim that they look down upon people who eat non-veg, then aren’t you being a hypocrite by looking down upon people who simply chose not to eat food at that place?

And I see how wonderfully the 2002 riots are brought in because it is Narendra Modi’s fault that people here have chosen to be vegetarians since centuries.

Yes, riots were a bad period for us.  I have lived all my life in Ahmedabad and there can be no reason to justify violence of any sort.  But it would be unfair to say that only the Muslims were affected.  Hindus too were affected and so were people of other religions, beliefs and caste.  Why do all riots report specify religion, specifically Muslim? Isn’t human life more important than the religion/faith he followed? 2002 were a bad period for all of us. Everyone remembers that.  No one remembers that when just a year before the riots, in 2001 when the earthquake struck Gujarat, the same people, forgot their religious differences and queued up to donate blood.  Why doesn’t anyone talk about that?

And domino’s, subway, pizzahut – all opening vegetarian outlets – what is wrong in it? It is their business strategy to cater to the community of people who do not eat at places that serve non vegetarian food for either personal or religious beliefs. Why politicize the issue?

And who are these people who look down? If they are strangers, their views shouldn’t matter, and if they are family and friends, then dude, it’s your personal matter – do not generalise the people who live here.

Oh, and about the letting out of property – it is not something that happens only in Gujarat.

People need to stop making a bigger hero, or villain out of Narendra Modi than he really is.

Gaah.  Talking about it with Zahir in person would be much more fun.  Maybe if he agrees to join me for a cup of coffee. Oh, and I wouldn’t mind Sandwichworkz either.

PS: I have heard of places in Ahmedabad which serve Jain Butter Chicken – it comes without onion and garlic.

A bit about roads

Raaste mein toh hum tumhare baap lagte hai. Naam hai Ricky Martin.  I think the only being cows allow to use roads, for which we pay our taxes, are rickshaw drivers.  There is something crazy about them, as if they’re perpetually high.

I mean, even if a bunch of good samaritans give way to an ambulance, all a Ricky Martin has to do is stretch out his leg to indicate he’s going to take a turn and just move in. Like a boss.

And there is no more anyone can ever talk about the cows on the roads.  Yaar, why is Narendra Modi even promising a Congress-mukt Bharat.  All we need is cow-free roads in monsoon and even congress will vote for him.

But today as I was observing traffic from a bench on the road, I observed a completely marvelous phenomena.  It was women who sit sideways on two-wheelers.  Now, even my mom is one such women who sit in such a position, but I’ve never sat sideways myself.  Always sat with one leg going all the way across the seat.  And it has been a while since I sat that way either.  Mostly because ever since I started driving on my own, it would always be me who would take others as pillion riders.  (#ProTip: you do not want to sit as a pillion rider with my mom on her activa, no, even if she was the last person who could give you a ride.  I, on the other hand, am an amazing driver)

Anyway, so today I observed a couple of ladies, especially in saree, sitting sideways.  HOW DO THEY BALANCE? Especially on a bike?

How do they sit sideways on a moving two wheeler without losing their balance.  If I were to look at the road moving sideways, I would fall only.  All these women (and some men, like why would men sit sideways?) break science every single day and no one has thought how.

What sorcery is this? I am now looking at ways to decode this mystery and nominate Nobel for a Nirwa Prize. Or something like that.

And I realise the post has nothing to do with title. Or maybe it does. Because bikes would work on roads only no?

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