Saturday, January 31

I Killed Her...

She had been such a sweetie. As beautiful as you could imagine with a complexion as pink as a baby's. I was indeed lucky to have her with me. She always stuck with me, in my joy and my grief. Like honey on the horsetail as they say. We had always been together and the world knew it all along. Her earliest memories stretch as far as my memory itself.

But like all strong relationships, ours was also strained at times. Sometimes to the threshold. There were times when I just wanted to get her out of my life, forever. Our fights were never private and frankly they could never have been. But we always sorted it out somehow in the end. More of my patience and persistence I would like to believe now. Then, I shouldn't be digging the dirt up again, now that she has left me forever.

But of late, it was indeed getting difficult to manage her. The relationship was more strained than ever. The fights occurred and it was for the whole world to witness. And she was getting more violent. Everyone from the society watchman to the office colleague came to know what was happening between us. The sweet girl I had known for years was slowly turning up against me. The decision, albeit hard, had to be taken. It was time to end it, end her, once and for all.

I went around searching for men I could trust, who could do it the way it needed to be done. However sad I felt, the other half in me wanted me to witness it in all its gore. And it did win in the end. My rage made me decide that I would see through it. The plan was made, the money exchanged, the date decided. Poor she, could never have imagined what was in store for her, especially after all these years. But I had it all planned out.

The day I was so eagerly awaiting for, finally arrived. She was as innocent as ever, difficult to say if she was faking it or otherwise. In fact, I had started doubting everything about her these days. But it was certainly I, who was faking it that day. Early in the morn, when the roads were empty, when the sun was still in its slumber, I took her out, out to the place where I had planned for it to happen. We were walking together, next to next, touching each other one last time.

And then it happened. We ran into four men, my men, the men who were contracted to do it. She stopped in her tracks, but still had no clue of what was to unfold. Suddenly out came the knives and they approached her menacingly. And it was then she looked at me in disbelief. I said nothing, simply turned away, expecting to hear her curse. But gracious she was, said nothing, just stared at me in the eye. A needle pierced me, more through my heart than anywhere else. I closed my eyes, for I could no longer bear to look at it all. Seconds later I suddenly passed out. And then they started. She bled a hell. The sharpies pierced through her blood again, and again. But she was silent, stunned by my betrayal. Blood flowed freely and then she was all but stationary...

Hours later, when I would wake up, she would not be next to me. No more would I get to see her, no more would I get to fight with her. All of a sudden a sharp current of pain rose up my head and I felt sick. Before I knew I threw up blood. I could eat no more. Every mouthful reminded me of her. Of how I used to touch her, pat her, caress her. Was trauma beyond anything I had ever known, had ever endured all these years.

It still hurts. Fair. After all, 23 years it was...before I killed her. But should I repent it? Do I miss her? The other half, as wicked as it always was, tells me, "She deserved it. No regrets, in fact, joy". But I am not as stone-hearted, I do miss her, although not always. What has to be done, should be done, and was done. But now she is gone. Gone forever, my Tonsils.

Quick Gyan: Adult Tonsillectomy has one of the most painful and frustrating post-operative periods. Ten days of the worst pain you can imagine with your throat feeling as if it is slashed with a dozen razor blades and then sprinkled with a liter of Tabasco sauce. Also the adventure horrifies with age.
Conclusion: A Tonsil causing problems even at the age of 15 should be cut out asap to avoid the crappy ordeal later in life.

Sunday, January 11

Banned Worldwide, But not in India!

Here is a list of medications which are house-hold names in India, but are banned in most countries. So now, before you play doctor-doctor with your life again, and pop up a pill all by yourself, ask your doctor if it is safe to do so!!
Specifically note Nimulid, D' cold, Action 500 and Analgin.


ANALGIN: Pain-killer.
Reason for ban: Bone marrow depression.
Brand name: Novalgin

CISAPRIDE: Acidity, Constipation.
Reason for ban : Irregular heartbeat
Brand name : Ciza, Syspride

DROPERIDOL:Anti-depressant.
Reason for ban : Irregular heartbeat.
Brand name: Roperol

FURAZOLIDONE: Antidiarrhoeal.
Reason for ban : Cancer.
Brand name : Furoxone, Lomofen

NIMESULIDE: Painkiller, Fever.
Reason for ban : Liver failure.
Brand name : Nise, Nimulid

NITROFURAZONE: Antibacterial cream.
Reason for ban : Cancer.
Brand name : Furacin

PHENOLPHTHALEIN: Laxative.
Reason for ban : Cancer.
Brand name : Agarol

PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE: Cold and Cough.
Reason for ban : Stroke.
Brand name: D'cold, Vicks Action-500

OXYPHENBUTAZONE: Non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drug.
Reason for ban : Bone marrow depression.
Brand name : Sioril

PIPERAZINE: Anti-worms.
Reason for ban : Nerve damage.
Brand name : Piperazine

QUINIODOCHLOR: Anti-diarrhoeal.
Reason for ban: Damage to sight.
Brand name : Enteroquinol

Perhaps our Dear Health Minister would do well to act on this, rather than going after filmstars. But then, when was the last time you got media attention in India for doing the right things!!

Saturday, January 3

A New Blogger In The New Year

New Year's here, finally we kicked 2008 out of our lives. Err..actually it kicked itself out (??)
Hold on now, we have a BREAKING NEWS..Another gaint step for mankind!! We required forty years after 1969 to take the second step?? :O


Scroll down to enter the new world.



Yes, and finally I have a blog of my own. Hope this one is indeed final, I have created and crapped away three such attempts in the past few years!!! It has been an ordeal in itself. Spent Six hours arriving at this idiotic blog name from a self created list of twenty odd ones. Thanks to a few friends of mine, onebyteofme.blogspot was vetoed out, albeit against my wishes, and this it how it ended - Harryfication, 'Inspired' by Californication!!

A Harryfied flash back of 2008 awaits you below:

OneByteOfMe:
Got the all important desired posting location. Pune seemed a decent enough place to spend one year of your life. Having done that, is it worth anything more? Probably not, but hey, my boss says he won't pay me the cashewnuts (oh! really?) he usually does, if I work from Mumbai. Duh! Live on!!


The nation:
ISRO's moon mission meant that this 'poor nation' is now the 6th country to launch its own space vehicle. For pessismists, we actually will be in profit once we carry out a few outsourced launches in future. Weird these westerners are, outsourcing everything to us, from simple phone calls to complex IVT and baby-making!!

2008's biggest success was the end of the nuclear isolation for India. The US-led initiative is a definite sign of power balance in the decades to follow. As MMS put it, "All Indians love you, Mr. Bush". My inside sources tell me that he had watched 'Dostana' the day before. Eeeew.. :D

*** Joke ***
/* Last heard on Jiyo TV, minutes after the Indian satellite launch, the Fakistani President, "We are a responsible nation now. We are sending a manned mission to the sun now." To which US Secy Of State has responded, "We are sure Fakistan would fulfil its promise. While we keep on waiting and waiting for it to do what it says, we throw a few more billion dollars at them." */
Yuck..so much for self-made OTS jokes..but if these two can laugh at my joke like idiots, so can you. :p


The economy:
Huh!! It's in doldrums to put it, the way it is. Shameless human greed was exposed and as it is so often the case, the mistakes of the super-rich will hit the super-poor the hardest.
Personally after all these years of 'learning the markets', (as if, such a thing exists), I took the plunge, and Ouchh!! Lehamann collapsed the day after. Bigger Ouchhes followed.

The nightmares:
While Mumbai is the first thing on everyones minds because of the nature of the attack, more people lost their lives in the other countless acts of violence we have witnessed. Unfortunately I really don't have a reason to say that this won't continue in 2009 unless we stand united aginst terrorism. So I say this - Till the next time, do what we do best and F the rest.

The joy:
Sports has the power to do the unthinkinable. To me, it makes humans appreciate humanity better, leaving aside all differences. Olympics 2008 was all that dreams are made of. Phelps and Bolt are now names etched in memory forever, more for their determination and courage than their actual achievements itself. Such is the joy of sports that it levitates you beyond the superficial demarcations of nationality, religion, color and sex. Pity, many people, especially girls miss out on all this. Anyways..

Here's wishing one and all a very Happy New Year!!
And hoping against hope that this tiny li'l endeavor lives on to survive 2009.

P.S. New Year Resolution Time:
I will reduce the insane number of images/glitteries in future blogs.