Living it up

So I am home sick. Off from work on a MONDAY!! well, after I spent half the day brooding over how I was feeling useless etc, I finally have decided to just let myself be. The process of "being" started with making myself a chicken soup and sitting down to blog. I have wanted to speak about a number of things past several days. What I am going to do is break this entire post into several small (shall we say) postlets.

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Have you ever felt helplessly, joyously destroyed under the spell of a piece of music? That is probably the closest description of how I felt sitting in that concert (Pt. Shiv Ku. Sharma and Ustaad Zaakir Husain). It was as if parts of my being liberated themselves out into the space. As the maestros weaved dreams with sound, a trance fell upon the town hall. It's strange how someone else's creative energy incites vitality within us. There are only few moments in life when you feel the complete truth and gravity of your being, when you can see the potentials of life in their entirety, when you can truly feel both unbearable, monumental sadness and boundless pure ecstasy within you. And the effect is annihilating. In my opinion, for sound to have such surreal impact on humans is almost primeval and therefore, of course fundamental. Ever wondered how would the primitive man must have felt when he heard the roaring thunder bolts or when the moody wind spoke softly in his ears in the middle of the night? That evening, as they spun magic with their instruments, figures formed and slowly faded away as music died. As I helplessly surrendered, they smiled at each other and carried me away to a land that I somehow knew well, just had not visited in a long long time!

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Some random night, I watched a rather unsettling documentary about children convicted of and serving for serious crimes. The documentary showed specifically those American children that have been sentenced to life imprisonment without parole. As I sat there stunned and wondered about both how these events could possibly have taken place and how the legal system is dealing with it in a completely irrational manner, a funny thing happened. I flipped the news paper lying on my lap. And I saw the life size picture of a very grim Paris Hilton and the news of her imprisonment (for driving without license for the umpteenth time)!!! I don't know why but just couldn't help but laugh.
The:
Quite selfish, but true - I remember and need my family the most when I am sick. I miss my Ma sit by me and run her fingers through my hair. I miss her laughing at me for I fuss over the smallest discomforts. My little brother on most of those occasions is quite at loss. So he just goes about doing his own thing, except he comes into my room every now and then to just do his signature funny skip and jump to amuse me and then says "beechara peela ta keechi kahuni aau" (meaning poor child is sick and she doesn't even say anything/ fight now). Though best part about being sick in those days was that there was no curfew on TV-watching time and I could very conveniently decline to eat anything that remotely resembled our highest-frequency-dinner-dish of "boiled and sauteed mixed vegetables" (without my mom's slightest opposition) !!! It's weird that I remember now; for some odd reason, even when I was a very little child, no one else but my father always got the responsibility of making me have my medicines, especially the ones I needed to take at night. And he had devised special and rather creative ways to trick me into having those, for instance - mixing sugar in my syrup and since I couldn't swallow pills as a baby, it was first churned and meticulously melted into water in a spoon and then given to me along with firm promises of "Gems" chocolate or some such highly valuable food item in the immediate future or with "Rasna"( a sort of orange punch available in India)!!.
Now, I act strong over the telephone, pop some Tylenol and get into a bad mood for feeling sick when all I want is crawl into my bed and shout "MAAAA!! can you come here for a minute please!!"