I dislike abrupt endings. No, I hate abrupt endings. Whatever it may be that the endings are ending, they have to end it properly. I don’t like it if the ending doesn’t feel complete. I don’t like book that leave the story hanging, half-said, in the end expecting the reader to draw her own conclusions. Or movies that are inconclusive in the end.Things have to be complete. I don’t even like incomplete menus that don’t describe to you exactly what the dish is. Not surprising then that I was disgustedly annoyed when my much-awaited-for- vacation got cut to a measly 3 days. Especially since I have moved from “I basically like my job” to “Who am I kidding? I am hating it here” some months back and was dying for a break. A vacation cut short basically means you end up going to office earlier than you had planned. Now, for worker bees like me, whose life runs in a clockwork like fashion (partly because of living in a city like Mumbai), a vacation is a very important thing. It means freedom- from waking up early in the morning, from running to catch the bus, from spending precious time counting cars stuck in a traffic jam, from deadlines, from weird colleagues. And you know it as well as I do, you take freedom away from anyone, that person is guaranteed to be very, very unhappy.
Unhappy or not, I am back in the city. Back at work. The reason for cutting the trip short was fairly simple and straight forward. We fell ill. Pretty badly. Some rocking South Indian stomach bug found us and decided he liked us so much that he dint want to leave us. Good for him, because he found a nice, cosy place to reside in. Terrible for us because our health began spiralling out of control so fast that at one point I actually asked aloud “I am not dying, am I ?” We booked ourselves on the next available flight even while at the back of my head I kept thinking – I cant be so ill. I am on a vacation. I am sure I will be fine in a day or two. But when you are as sick as we were, you don’t get fine in a day or two. And as sensible human beings instead of hunting for doctors in an unfamiliar city, you head back home. When you are sick you like familiarly- the familiar face of your family physician, the next-door chemist who makes quick home deliveries, the comforts of your home. It makes you feel infinitely more comfortable and somehow in better control of the situation. After multiple doses of horrid tasting antibiotics, we are fine now, which is why I am in office wondering what bad karma from my past life caught up with me on my trip to force me back to work early. I could have not reported to work. No one expected me this early anyway. But PLs are important things. They are what you use to buy you days of freedom from the company. So I like to save ‘em up. Sorta like a insurance for future. So that the next time work gets to me, I have enough PLs to just (totally irresponsibly) take off.
I don’t have pictures to share. The one day that I was there, hale and hearty, I dint take any. I was going to take pictures in the remaining ten days. If you are super keen (and if you dint follow this blog 2 years back), you could take a look at some pictures that were taken on the last trip to Pondicherry.
On the sunny side, I am home and am not going to be travelling anywhere for sometime now. Till December. That’s when I attend a dear friends wedding. Naturally that trip, I am looking forward to. The health is improving and so it improves so does my temperament and that’s a very good thing for everyone around me. I am reading Eat Pray Love on the suggestion of a friend and I am loving it( and her for suggesting it). I am also praying, as suggested by the book and I am trying real hard to love the job that has been God ordained for me in this life time. What I am not doing is eating indulgently as suggested by the book. Have to care for that sensitive, beaten up stomach , you see.
NB: If you think I have over done the italics in this post, blame the book.