Suspended Animation
Finally, I sit to write the piece which has been cooking in my head for a fortnight. I am writing on a title borrowed from a very close friend however, it was so apt to my current situation that I am not actually plagiarising his articles. Now with the clik clak of the keyboard, I take stock of life. Actually, the incidents of past one month and the transformation from living a jet age lifestyle to a bullock cart (not even horse driven cart) life.
One fine day, I decided to listen to my calling( the higher plane of life). Playing by the typical characteristics of my religion(being a sadar to the core), I took a thaaa thaa decision. Resigned from a great job, gave away a comfortable lifestyle and the returned to my desh (no longer being the NRI- Non Reliable Indian). Ofcourse, the most important thing was the wonderful circle of friends and few very special ones. Not hundred but thousands of half baked ideas and fluid plans came along with me. The enthusiasm brought a sprint in my feet and anticipation about future gave me dreamy nights.
Dreams are the prelude to achievements of winners as well as forgotten excuses of failures. Treading the thin line, I tried laying some foundation stones before landing from swadesh. What followed was a beautiful play of destiny when I met with an accident on my way from the airport. Rupturing a few soft tissues and just a few muscle ruptures seemed like a blessing in disguise when I evaluated the extent of damage that accident could have caused. Surviving the fatal escapade with a partially injured back and neck was a lucky escape. Hence, the darling of the family is supposed to rest all day long, take a few medicines, attend physiotherapy sessions and (cherry on the cake) avoid reading or watching Television. All love and care is being showered and as she sits acquiring calories, the mind sways in different directions. The last weekend in January was spent exercising, running, packing (lifting heavy bags), attending parties until 3am, bowling and having loads of fun. The last weekend of February id being spent lying straight on my bed, eating, attending physiotherapy sessions and reading (when no ones watching). It is going to take its time, may be weeks or maybe months. It’s a beautiful yet ironical turn of events. I spend hours thinking about it.....is this an omen.....I do crib at times...I get annoyed and angry...but the best part is at the end I smile and whisper thank you God.