Yaarukkillai Porattam, Kannilenna Neerottam

Its been a long time since I have posted something. Not that I have been keeping myself busy or anything. Don't mistake me and the nature of my job. Of late I have been whining about quite a few things -> my work, the strange thing with my stomach, so on and so forth. Just a few days back, a thing happened that just wanted me to put a stop to all this whining.

It was just another day, when i came back early from office at around 6'o clock. I kept the bike in the basement and was climbing the stairs up to the appartment when I noticed that our watchman's bags were packed.

We happen to be the 'Only' Bachelors in an appartment of families. So there we go, the odd one out. Once two of my roommates had a release and came late on a Friday night, the watchman looks at them for a minute or two, calls the appartment owner, who comes down, smiles and says "Friday Night Blues eh?? You bachelors..." Roommate looks at the owner for a minute and he struggles to find the right set of words, owner smirks and lets them inside.. So, all we have to do is pay the watchman 10 bucks every 3, 4 days for his Chai and Dhum and he will keep the door open for you forever.

Coming to where i left, our watchman's bags were packed. I happened to be one of the few people in our appartment knowing a little bit of hindi. He came out of his hut in the basement to arrange his bags. I asked him where he was going and the reply shook me to my core. If what I remember is right, he said 'mere bache ko kisi ne motal kar dhiya' .. I understand Hindi to an extent, but not to the extent of 'motal kar dhiya' .. I just said I dont get you and he came back with 'mere bache ko kisi ne maar dhiya'..(Somebody killed my sons) ..Then i Got it, i was lost for words.. And even worse was that he had to go by bus to his hometown and it will take some '4 days' to reach his place.. It was too much of a shock to me and I could not understand how someone can take this on the chin.. He did not even shed a tear.. Probably he was being a man now, but every minute in that bus journey will bring back memories of the past.. He was being what he is, a watchman, so far away from home, just to earn that extra 1000 and send it back home so that his kids don't starve..

This is when I probably realized that whatever I am whining about is just nothing when compared to what some people are going through right at this moment.. And I met a few other people who made my eyes water, The beggar who has probably had his eyes plucked without his knowledge and who has been made to beg on the trains.. A 90 year old lady whose spine is so bent she can't even stand for more than a few minutes, begging barefoot on a tar road..

There are a few lines that I recollect now.. This is from a Film Song in Tamil..

'Yaarukkillai Porattam, Kannil enna Neerottam'(Who isn't struggling here, why cry?)
'Tholvi indri Varalaara, Dhukkam enna en thozha' ..(With every failure, u get better, u will create history some day)

Every time we whine, we just have to probably think of the above two lines.. At this point I would like to quote one more line from another tamil song, which says,

'Unakkum keezhae ullavar kodi, Ninaithu paarthu nimmadhi naadu' (There is someone who is in a worse situation than what u are in right now, so don't lose it, don't lose hope)

If taken in the right sense, this will take you places.. Be happy with what you have, but dont be satisfied, always strive for more, but don't you whine about it..

Need a Break, but no KitKat please..

Stare at the computer screen for two mins.. Click play on the ipod near the table.. Click on 'Stumble' icon on the top-left of the computer screen, wait for 20 seconds for the page to load..The page loads, but still there is a flash presentation to load, 20 more seconds, and finally we are there, but after looking at the page for 5 seconds, get a deja-vu feeling.. Oh, I have already seen this site, Even 'Stumble' seems to have run out of pages.. Close the tab.. Go back to looking at the computer screen and wondering what on earth I should be doing.. The song ends on my ipod, time to change the album.. Somehow manage to spend 10 minutes.. still an hour left till acids start secreting inside my stomach and i hear the bells ringing inside.. hunger.. and what do i have for lunch.. that is the big question.. oh yes it is.. Of late I have been having this problem with my bowel movements.. i go to a doctor and he writes(scribbles) something on the top of the prescription.. he never mentions what that is to me.. I suspect something and google it... 'IBS' stands for Irritable Bowel Syndrome.. Sounds so so ..

It's a seriously ill feeling when u are made to eat a prescribed set of food items.. but it kills when you are just aged 20, when your roommates seem to be having the potential to grab and swallow a full chicken.. and you are left sitting opposite, eating a curd rice with sambar, hoping that the sambar has lesser tomatoes as u know, even tomatoes can trigger IBS..

You name it and it in one way or the other triggers IBS.. The title of the blog implies the same thing. I am not allowed to have Chocolates .. And somehow all the websites that i browse seem to be stressing one thing clearly, 'There is no cure as such for IBS' .. To hell with these guys.. And if this happens to someone like me, a working bachelor, trust me, you are doomed.. it takes months to know what suits your stomach n colon, and by the time u find that out, you are fed up with eating that daily and u yearn for a change.. with change, tagged along comes inconvenience..

Badly need a break from all of this..