about tumours and memories...

i can't go on like this...i just can't go on with this chapter on oropharyngeal tumours..i can't watch anymore of these tumours glaring back at me almost taunting...i know they'll have their say in my exams..but i don't care ..atleast not now...not when the clouds outside are just looking for the right time to cry their hearts out..not when the breeze has just the right amount of crisp to it..
i don't know what it is about rain but it brings back memories..i hate to sound cliched here ...am i drifting off to memories bcoz the tumours bore me sick or bcoz the prospects of whiling away time in memories is highly inviting..[tough question]...
don't get me wrong here ..don't start off eschewing those times spent playing in the rain when u were little kids...the pani puri with friends..naaayy reality check..i'm steering away from all that...
i hate the rain...atleast these last three days..if u've been following cricket matches u won't feel any different...i don't know much about cricket so i'll continue to believe thta India would have won the match if it weren't for the rain ..i know ,i'm awfully hyderabadi...
so coming back to Hyd,water logged on every road,traffic stuck for hours on end..as cars splash that enigmatic mix of rain and drain on to us...memories...who said anything about being pleasant..
getting out of bed in the mornings becomes such an ordeal...no good books to snuggle up in bed and read..no movies to watch and the radio mirchi is just not hot enough,..i'm too tired of taking those snaps of water drops on leaves..and i can't take another one of those omniscient smiles on my mom's face[almost sadistic]that i have no choice but to be stuck at home..
i know i can always fix myself that soup recipe and let the rain flavour it...get my rehman collection out and savour every note..rent my favourite movie..chat with my friend..or may be..even write a new post on my blog...hey..how come i'm still staring at these tumours....!!

medically yours..

Everytime he looks into my eye..
I can feel my pulse raising high...
He gives me joy sans measure...
His voice is enough to hike my bloodpressure..
And when he smiles at what i say..
It tickles many a chordae tendinae..
It hurts deep within the bundle of His...
That he remains unaware of such bliss...
What irony it is ,i complain...
He is the analgesic,he is the pain..

BLOG BAUBLES....

If a blog by itself is a bauble,then blog baubles are baubles about blogs..mmmi think i have a tongue twister right there..i thought i should write something offhand..no drafts ..just thoughts .. anything that strikes my mind is in writing..that's how it's goin to be..
why do we get blogs.?do blogs make our life interestig or do we make our lives interesting just to have something to write about each day.. ..or may be our lives are as boring as they are and we just try to make a big deal ,try to search for something worthwhile [or worthless ]to get onto our blog...may be that's it..it's one thing just to live a boring life and another to share it with the rest of the world[not to mention being proud of it]..ok may be some people do have gr8 lives but then those who really are that lucky will be busy having fun right ...they wont while away time writing a blog...
i know one reason why people get attracted to having one..its just nice to know that whatever nonsense u write is accessible to almost anyone and everyone on this planet...and that there is just a teeny weeny possiblity that someone might read it and and an even teenier possiblity that someone might comment on it...and the teeeeeniest weeniest possiblity that someone might actually like it...it's hard to believe we are that desperate for appreciation.. ..
another reason could be that we all love to see what we have written ,on the screen,in the colourful fancy templates,in ur fave font,decking them up...filling our views...self loving narcissists that we are...cummon who doesnt love to tell the world what they think...who cares a damn if anyone's listening...we just louwe to talk...hey ..theres always that teeniest possibility that someone might read[ i told u earlier about]..there's nothing wrong in being highly optimistic....