Bed Ridden
Its funny that sometimes it takes an ailment or tragedy for one to realize how good things were earlier.Though it sounds very cliched it is very true that it is only when something is not there that one realizes its value. Thats wht happened to me as I was forced to stick to my bed due to a leg infection.
As I was staring at the ceiling fan rotating I realised how helpless I had become.Crawling to even drink a drop of water.....Each step I tried to take was more painful than the earlier one.I remember when "bad things" happened to me earlier.The first thing I normally do is crib endlessly and then get into a cycle of self pity with me the poor victimised soul who unfortunaely always finds oneself on the wrong side of the scheme of things or the grand design that is in store for me.Something really funny happened this time around.thakfully I didnt crib and much to my suprise as I was staring at the fan,I thanked God that he had given me a healthy life.Never really made me go through pain and suffering as I had seen.Some noble thoughts too popped up.Like hoping to do something for the differently abled or spastics.I hope that I do translate some of them to action.The one big thing I do hate about myself and other people is when they try to intelectualise pain or laziness.Shifting the object of control to the external is a very nice excuse to do nothing at all.Same as the people I hear cribbing about democracy and all its "ills" , waiting for a "great leader" to come along.So that one doesnt have to fight for one's rights.Believe me there are many people who belong to this category.The only problem is that when the "great leader" arrives most of them will either end up in a gulag or slave away in the "paradise" he builds for them.
I guess I required that pain in my leg to get sense in my brain(m I falling in the same trap of probing reason from my pain :)?)
One more good thing that happens when one is knocked out for sometime.It realy gives you time to think things out away from the humdrum of the daily rat race.
After all an idle mind may not be a devil's workshop.
As I was staring at the ceiling fan rotating I realised how helpless I had become.Crawling to even drink a drop of water.....Each step I tried to take was more painful than the earlier one.I remember when "bad things" happened to me earlier.The first thing I normally do is crib endlessly and then get into a cycle of self pity with me the poor victimised soul who unfortunaely always finds oneself on the wrong side of the scheme of things or the grand design that is in store for me.Something really funny happened this time around.thakfully I didnt crib and much to my suprise as I was staring at the fan,I thanked God that he had given me a healthy life.Never really made me go through pain and suffering as I had seen.Some noble thoughts too popped up.Like hoping to do something for the differently abled or spastics.I hope that I do translate some of them to action.The one big thing I do hate about myself and other people is when they try to intelectualise pain or laziness.Shifting the object of control to the external is a very nice excuse to do nothing at all.Same as the people I hear cribbing about democracy and all its "ills" , waiting for a "great leader" to come along.So that one doesnt have to fight for one's rights.Believe me there are many people who belong to this category.The only problem is that when the "great leader" arrives most of them will either end up in a gulag or slave away in the "paradise" he builds for them.
I guess I required that pain in my leg to get sense in my brain(m I falling in the same trap of probing reason from my pain :)?)
One more good thing that happens when one is knocked out for sometime.It realy gives you time to think things out away from the humdrum of the daily rat race.
After all an idle mind may not be a devil's workshop.
posted by sudhir at
8:38 AM
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