Alpha beta nada

Nighttime and the air hangs thick
waiting to be sliced like a cake
and devoured in a fashion most unseemly
to be forgotten from that little fragment of time
A small patch-up in the fabric of everyday yesterday
spineless writhing little thing
wriggling in a corner, a slimy concussion
of juicy biology, its entrails flapping
Cut up in serendipitous corners
slashed at angles obtuse
Left in mangled remains of forgotten history timeless times of dust and disuse.

Southside

I cannot make heads or tails of South Indian movies, be it Tamilian, Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam.
For starters the editing is so fast paced. One scene here and the next scene it's climax. The comedy scenes are specific to the kind of humour prevalent in their culture, something absolutely beyond me.
The presence of that one character who's in every South Indian movie. I don't know his name, but he's supposedly a comedian and people actually flock the theatres to watch him, moreover he's a name in Guiness Books for acting in maximum films.
The songs are placed at irregular intervals and have no connection to story line, there might just be a death scene after a garish song and dance sequence for all you know.
Dubbed dialogues are hilarious though and their actions sequences have people bouncing about against the asphalt like they weren't built of flesh but rubber, not to mention the superhero strength of the protagonists who possess the capability to punch villains out of the stratosphere all the while rocking a style most gauche.

Sickdates

Sick day -3/Recovery Day-1

I was up with a dust-dry throat on the verge of withering, bidding adieu to the world, when a small sip of warm water from my handy thermos immediately soothed it and I woke up after a while not feeling nearly as horrid as a dedicated zombie, to the point of actually enjoying this morning's moment of cooking and packing lunch.
Eyes have ceased watering and the febrile throb that seemed to resonate from every nerve is now replaced with a slight quiver that seems to be retreating.
There's no fever to speak of, the body aches are all but gone, a slight heaviness about the facial region lingers with a weakening aura and the throat feels near healed.
Much cheer and good news this.

I'm in the offwhite of health if not nearly as pink and a few days more should do it. Hopefully, that is.

Naughty virtues

For when you cook with colours instead of painting with them.
Roasted asparagus, steamed broccoli and spicily grilled chicken for moments when platefuls of food will do.

Me hearties

And now in my pirate boat
which I leased last night
going to do a bit of plunder
kill everything in sight
and while I chop off heads
smear skulls on my boot
I won't say please
though I might apologise.

Kiddie stuff

Oh how I loved Bournvita as a kid, in fact I used to look down upon anyone who drank anything other than Bournvita.
If anyone liked Maltova or Horlicks or Milo, then please don't talk to me about how good it is because obviously you've no idea about Bournvita.
What do I say, I liked the typically Cadbury flavour that this malt drink had and how I loved it when my mom made it cold during summers.
The last time I had a mug of warm Bournvita was perhaps a decade ago, and I miss it each time I see a kid holding a malt drink.
Lucky children.

Evil within

I know this is so silly but I have to talk about it and perhaps find a way around it too, that I start feeling uneasily guilty when I miss workouts. I know I'm sick and that it's not that big a deal, it happens and that I'll get back to it next week, but it's like I suddenly feel like I'm piling on weight by the kilos each day that I don't sweat.
It's a psychological problem I concur and not very healthy either because it can lead to making some pretty terrible food decisions, even eating disorder and that's a path I do not wish to tread.
I mean I know how silly it sounds in fact it's stupid even to myself in the head but it sort of throws my mind in an overdrive of consistently being aware of everything I'm doing and not doing.
I once had a friend who did nothing save count calories all day to the point she suffered a terrible eating disorder and though I've never counted calories I do count the days that have gone without a workout.
I don't like this mental state and do not wish to be the person who's in a fixed flux of exercise dilemma.
Its hard on myself too because I disregard proper rest and keep busy, something I needs avoid if I wish to recuperate faster.
Ah, it's an annoyance to myself to always be bothered about such trivialities and there's no one to talk about this either.
If you talk about overall health, then these are the kind of thoughts that tend to be unhealthy and we are not about being sick here, are we?
I mean I have spoken about such things earlier and how they hamper well being, but we aren't always immune to our demons.
I know I know, I'll try to make this better.
Ugh.