My end-sem vacations have started, finally. Last morning, I returned finally to good ol' Calcutta. As I stepped out of the airport, I took my first long breath of Calcutta morning air after 4 months. Having to cough it out again didnt help the scene much, but never mind that. Once again, I see the familiar littered streets, the pollution perenially hanging in the air, the F1 buses and the hawkers. It feels a little out of place from Manipal, yet oddly settling.
But the joie de vivre of return has already been accursed. I'm ill. I've been diseased. Not some easy to ignore or empathize with type of cold or cough or coma, but a proper debilitating and shaking-the-foundations-of-whatever kind of illness. The first semester at Manipal has slowly infected my system, and killed off the one force I always believed I would have in me.
How do I say it? Its embarassing. But I can't find a cure by myself. What am I to do? All inputs and valuable suggestions are called for. I need to find a cure, lest this become a permanent disability. I will be destroyed if it is. I know that for sure. People, what am I to do? I can't watch television! There it is! I said it! Why do you turn away in shock? Or is it revulsion? Please don't. Help me.
TV holds absolutely no charm for me anymore! I can't flick through channels at warp-speed, as I used to. I dont watch inane advertisements of people crying over house-painting. I dont laugh at the news. I dont watch the much broohaha-ed highlights of classic cricket matches. Am I cursed forever?