We've forgotten.

We've forgotten what it means to be a child,
to play and laugh and make friends,
to do mischief and hope and pray we get away with it,
and try to squeeze our way out when we do get caught.
We've forgotten the simple pleasures and the consuming love,
we've forgotten that we had our own mind.
We've forgotten to live without anger and violence,
we've forgotten to forgive, we've forgotten how to love.
We've forgotten that we were once happy,
we've forgotten how to let our hearts decide.

We've forgotten that kids are still the same,
that their smile is so important,
sometimes more than their innocence.
We've forgotten that miracles do happen and that there are ghosts under the bed.
We've forgotten that their voice has a reason,
but that it was crushed long before they could talk.
we've forgotten that they have dreams,
that are being thrown under speculation, judgement and your mind.
We've forgotten that their fiery will to live
is slowly burning out.

We've forgotten to give them a chance.

What holidays does to me.

We all love holidays and usually make huge plans and to-do lists for them but if you are anything like me, then you know all of that vanishes the second the sun decides to rise on a holiday morning. And this has nothing to do with memory problems because I can recall every single time someone has made a mistake but I still tell myself everything I had to do during this holiday is pointless and I need to continue sleeping.

For the past two weeks I've been sick but honestly, the actual sickness lasted about four days after which I used the sickness as an excuse to do nothing (and happily spent my time watching The Grimm). Don't judge me - My brain made me do it!

Also, is it just me or could our brains become amazing sales personnel because somehow, every morning, my brain manages to convince me that it's ok to sleep in for 16 hours! And don't get me started on it's ability to continue sleeping undisturbed for the 9 hours that the alarm has rung and was snoozed every 10 minutes! If that ain't magic, I don't know what is! :P

Did you know that during holidays, I can't even finish a sentence on paper in one handwriting? Or that the thought of chewing food seems painful and like a lot of work? Or that I will do everything in my power to hold my pee in so that I don't have to move? 

Yes, I'm probably a panda in disguise. Please don't call animal control on me! 🐼

Die Virus, DIE!

For some reason this drastic climate change has put all living creatures into a frenzy. This means biting, sucking, canoodling and what not between all types of species. 😉

👆 Happened with me. I ended up with viral fever. So, when my temperature shot up to 104.5°F, the obvious thing to do was to rush to the doctor. 

After paying Rs.300 (only for consultation. What??!!) and waiting for around 45 minutes, we finally get the privilege of meeting the doctor. He asks the routine set of questions, "Any cough? Throat pain? Cold? Running nose? Body pains? Joint pains?" and slowly slips into the uncomfortable questions "Does it pain while peeing? What's your pee color? It is yellow or dark yellow or red? And your stool, what color?" while I tried to answer them as best as I can remember because let's be frank here : When you are sick, you don't stare at your poop or pee. You don't stare at anything because your eyes hurt, your body hurts, you hurt and all you want to do is go back to bed! It's a fact! 😛

After that, he takes his stethoscope, checks my breathing (or whatever it is doctors check for) and sits down to tell my parents I have dengue! 😲 Without any tests or anything, he just scares the wits out of them! Asks me to come back three days later and then get the tests done because the virus will be detectable only then. (But I still have dengue 😑)

Now, here's what I don't understand - How can you tell people they have something without any confirmation? You're a doctor for fuck's sake! You are supposed to reduce a patients (+ whoever is with the patient) stress. How were you ever given the licence to interact with the patients?? On a smaller note, when someone claims to have body pains, why ask "joint pains too?";
Yes, joint paints too! My entire body hurts, Doc!!! 

And the part that annoys me the most is that I tested negative for dengue and he's still allowed to talk to people. I don't understand why doctors don't have to obtain the licence to talk to patients! It's bloody crucial! 

Look at the poopoo-virus and the WBC's fighting each other. Is it just me or do they look more dedicated to their cause than that doctor?