Struck by Malaria sometime ago was not a very pleasant experience as you may guess, despite of the fact that everyone around takes good care of you and you get whatever you wish for within certain limits. Demanding for a bike when you are bedstruck just doesn't make any sense and sometimes may seem like an emotional blackmail! However you do not enjoy these luxuries if you stay in a hostel or are an adult or anyone with no one around ofcourse.
So here I am, at home, enjoying my Diwali vacations, when some crazy, nuthead, tiny little mosquito drinks a thousanth of a drop of blood from my reserves and that wild creature injects sporozoites in my bloodstream which inturn mature in my liver and release merozoites that infect red blood cells. How unethical can this be termed? You first bite and enjoy the goodness of someones hard scored nectar and then you curse them of some disease that might have serious complications. Though in my case I only suffered some days with high fever and headaches combined with chills, sweating, vomitting and muscle pain. But the most annoying thing was that I had to go through it while I was supposed to enjoy and travel and have fun i.e during vacations. Now this might seem to be a perfect setup for some who think I did not miss any class or work, but to be frank I am not one of those. I wouldnt mind if it happens during the term as it is natural to fall ill any time and you get an attested medical certificate that states the same. The good part is you are not blamed for lack of attendance but the bad part is you have to be sick. I am not saying I like to be bed-ridden for a week or two just to not do anything but, Nevermind.
Illness also reminds me of my aspirations. For say one rough night I had a very high fever and I thought morning would be something I would never see again. Silly thought that was. I shouldn't have skipped the medicines that night after dinner. However, when I thought I was on my deathbed, all the things that I wish I could've done or do if I had a life that won't end now came to my mind. I prayed just for the possibility of me being alive. I could've worked hard, Could've been a good son, brother, friend, human being etc. Not that I am not good but certainly I can be better. I would spend more time travelling, with friends, family, reading, laughing, running, playing, tell that girl how beautiful she was rather than just sitting around thinking about it. I could've been someone that makes a difference, a social servant, a noble and wise politician or atleast incorrupt public servant. All the thoughts wander in my mind like flash cards and I make promises to myself that I might fulfill all of these if I exist the next day.
Next morning I open my eyes and witness the miracle of me still being in the form of a mortal human being. Suddenly, I love those bitter tablets of hell that I couldn't live without. And once I am all fit to go for birdwatching again and mortality doesn't bother me, the fever struck night just seems like a dream and the promises made to myself a 'delusion'. I go back in my coccoon of comfort unknowingly.
Not to forget that my vacations are now ruined and college assignments are something I planned to do but sadly Malaria struck me!
So here I am, at home, enjoying my Diwali vacations, when some crazy, nuthead, tiny little mosquito drinks a thousanth of a drop of blood from my reserves and that wild creature injects sporozoites in my bloodstream which inturn mature in my liver and release merozoites that infect red blood cells. How unethical can this be termed? You first bite and enjoy the goodness of someones hard scored nectar and then you curse them of some disease that might have serious complications. Though in my case I only suffered some days with high fever and headaches combined with chills, sweating, vomitting and muscle pain. But the most annoying thing was that I had to go through it while I was supposed to enjoy and travel and have fun i.e during vacations. Now this might seem to be a perfect setup for some who think I did not miss any class or work, but to be frank I am not one of those. I wouldnt mind if it happens during the term as it is natural to fall ill any time and you get an attested medical certificate that states the same. The good part is you are not blamed for lack of attendance but the bad part is you have to be sick. I am not saying I like to be bed-ridden for a week or two just to not do anything but, Nevermind.
Illness also reminds me of my aspirations. For say one rough night I had a very high fever and I thought morning would be something I would never see again. Silly thought that was. I shouldn't have skipped the medicines that night after dinner. However, when I thought I was on my deathbed, all the things that I wish I could've done or do if I had a life that won't end now came to my mind. I prayed just for the possibility of me being alive. I could've worked hard, Could've been a good son, brother, friend, human being etc. Not that I am not good but certainly I can be better. I would spend more time travelling, with friends, family, reading, laughing, running, playing, tell that girl how beautiful she was rather than just sitting around thinking about it. I could've been someone that makes a difference, a social servant, a noble and wise politician or atleast incorrupt public servant. All the thoughts wander in my mind like flash cards and I make promises to myself that I might fulfill all of these if I exist the next day.
Next morning I open my eyes and witness the miracle of me still being in the form of a mortal human being. Suddenly, I love those bitter tablets of hell that I couldn't live without. And once I am all fit to go for birdwatching again and mortality doesn't bother me, the fever struck night just seems like a dream and the promises made to myself a 'delusion'. I go back in my coccoon of comfort unknowingly.
Not to forget that my vacations are now ruined and college assignments are something I planned to do but sadly Malaria struck me!
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