yesterday evening when a truck went past me blowing every single speck of dust on the road onto my face, i knew....Asthma had to come soon...It didnt take tong before I had my first series of coughs...well i felt as though my lungs were dancing at satan's tunes...satan was happy...I knew nothing about what was happening to me...and what should be done...Apprehensions in my mind about consulting a doctor...the fear of him finding out my problems..
I went home and tried having something warm for my throat...i knew i had an asthme attack...and i did not have an inhaler...or rather havent used it so far..one of my friends said..try this..and u'llm be alright....the way a baba would offer dope to a guy who is craving for ecstacy...i took it from him...and he taught me how to use it...it was called asthalin...i took one puff of it...and my cough ceased..and I was feeling better..
The next day one of my friends told me to take another inhaler caller aerocort...im yet to try it...well humans are'nt only addicted to drugs...they are also to medicines...especially...nothing can save a dying asthmatics life more than a puff of Salbutamol...
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Block...sometimes i feel like killing myself !
Well inspired by my favourite senior, I started blogging. Everytime I think of wrinting a blog, I end up in void space. Even this time I guess this is the fourth line I'm typing in a span of 20 minutes. Well, thats the block.
Every time I start writing, the very first thing that sucks up my time is the Title, or rather the subject of my blog. I dream about writing about my favourite topics like music that would trancend me from reality, how individual pieces of noise would combine to produce ethereal music, how I dream of cooking, my fantasies in the wee hours of midnight, my experiences in a remote village in Rajasthan called pilani, my treks, my travelling adventures, my idea of beauty, the thoughts in solitude, brain waves in romance, the conflicts in my mind, the BIG question on my future, my passions in life, the percieving the world through a pair of lenses, birdwatching (a great salim ali fan...?), my love for liquor, et al.
And then I'm caught in an ocean of topics where I struggle to choose one. And then when I'm done (Its almost an hour), I start typing. Then comes the guy who would rather kill me than stay with me...Mr. Block again.
And so I decided I give a tribute to Mr. Block...and hence the blog.
By the end of this blog I think now I know what to write and how to....
Thank you Mr. Block...Defeating you was a great challenge.
Every time I start writing, the very first thing that sucks up my time is the Title, or rather the subject of my blog. I dream about writing about my favourite topics like music that would trancend me from reality, how individual pieces of noise would combine to produce ethereal music, how I dream of cooking, my fantasies in the wee hours of midnight, my experiences in a remote village in Rajasthan called pilani, my treks, my travelling adventures, my idea of beauty, the thoughts in solitude, brain waves in romance, the conflicts in my mind, the BIG question on my future, my passions in life, the percieving the world through a pair of lenses, birdwatching (a great salim ali fan...?), my love for liquor, et al.
And then I'm caught in an ocean of topics where I struggle to choose one. And then when I'm done (Its almost an hour), I start typing. Then comes the guy who would rather kill me than stay with me...Mr. Block again.
And so I decided I give a tribute to Mr. Block...and hence the blog.
By the end of this blog I think now I know what to write and how to....
Thank you Mr. Block...Defeating you was a great challenge.
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