Enduring idleness

Torture. The simplest way to describe the past one month. Being unable to move around at all, killed me on one side and a powerful breed of lethargy was created. Well there wasn't much i could do. But as the cliched saying goes, "Everything happens for good." I guess there was something good in the outcome of the accident.

1. "I realised the value of the limbs given by God. I came to a conclusion to not take things for granted." I would be a charlatan if i claimed that. The past one month I've had a a colossal amount of time by myself. To cerebrate on the lessons that i was to understand from the mishap. Nothing occured to me. For those of you who don't know the story. This is what happened. I was riding my bike down a main road, innova to my left and a bus to my right. I had nearly over taken the bus when the Innova swerved into my lane without warning. I like sandwiches but i don't like to be in one. So i braked hard to escape being jammed between the two massive machines. But twas a tad bit too hard and too late. I skid. All I remember was a blink later i found myself on the ground with both my legs looking slightly odd. A drunk yet good Samaritan rushed me to a hospital which i asked him to take me to. And the rest is history. I assayed all this over and over in my head. But i couldn't seem to find an appropriate explanation for the whole darn thing. The only conclusion was that life was capricious.

2."It's good to be the King." - It had its own positives and negatives. The two sides of every coin. I had almost everyone working for me. I couldn't have done it without them. So hats off to them before i go about blowing my trumpet. I had everything being offered to me. Since i couldn't move around with as much ease, i was being showered with attention. Friends, family and everyone. But what would be the spice in life if not for a few people who did the carping, although with good intentions. It ain't like things would change by me accepting their censures. Nevertheless, i just heard them out, belabor about how i would have been rash as it is the standard for my age. I just kept walking, figuratively.

3."It was apropos." - The only reason i felt so was because i could prepare for my GRE. And i've made progress. Slow but progress nonetheless. Not that i had a choice. One cannot spend many hours online or watching sitcoms or sleeping. Eventually i opened the books and burnished my vocabulare a bit. I did catch up on quite a few movies i hadn't seen. And they were awesome.

4."Family Discussions" - A whole lotta revelation and learning. From and about people. I learnt a lot studying the systematic lives led by my uncle, aunt and sister. I had a lot more time to sit and chat with them, make my bonds stronger. Cos i wasn't running around as usual. So i talked. My uncle being an orator had an annecdote for everything under the sun. Some were banal, some were just plain pointless. But one that caught my atention was titled "Shark in your life."

Japanese are "fish-etarians." They eat and catch a lot more fish than the amount of facial hair that grows in their lifetime. Sushi is their elixir or the equivalent in terms of solids. They fished far and wide for the best of catches. Since they went far and wide. The fish was old and sometimes stale at meal times. So they fishing industry devised a plan to keep the fish fresh. The fishermen would catch and store the fish in water, and so would the shop keepers etc. But the foodies still felt something missing. The fish tasted bovine, they said. So another amendment - the fish that were caught would be stored in a tank with a few small sharks. So they would be constantly on the run for their lives. And voila, the japanese loved it. Why? Cos the fish had adrenaline in it. Being on the run always and being able to survive had pumped a lot of adrenaline into its system and that was what made it tastier. So, "What's the Shark in your life?"