To understand is to perceive patterns

Do you believe in patterns? I do. And by the looks of it, I am currently in the Mystery+Law+Crime+Drama pattern with books and movies. And I figured that out after I finished two movies , a documentary and a book recently.

When I started watching “Fracture” I felt a sense of deja vu, but it turned out that I had actually watched this movie earlier. I realized that almost half an hour into the movie but since I had forgotten how it ended, I continued with it. Anthony Hopkins didn’t scare me in Hannibal or in Instinct as much as he scared me in this one. In fact when I went to my afternoon siesta (which is a very rare thing for me) after watching this movie, I dreamt of him and I woke up scared and sweating. I don’t remember the dream, just the feeling that I saw him and I was really very scared (I am not a person who gets scared easily) And the story of Fracture is a mystery, crime, law drama and very well executed too. Ryan Gosling is there too 😉

The second movie I watched after Fracture was “The Lincoln Lawyer”  I chose this because it kept coming up on my recco (short form for recommendation) list. And 15 mins into this movie and I realized that I had seen this too and yet again had no idea how this unfolds. Its been a long time and my memory isn’t what it used to be. And it has Ryan Phillipe too. (There is that other connection between these two movies. Two of my favorite Ryan’s). This is another mystery, crime, law drama and there are enough twists in it to keep you at the edge of your seat. Thankfully I wasn’t scared of anyone in this movie.

After that movie, I decided that I should get on with my book. I had finished some romances earlier and was ready for a mystery. I picked one that was there on my Kindle Unlimited list. I had added it sometime back but hadn’t got around to start it. This one was called ‘Not Proven: A Pete Morris Mystery‘ It started off very very good. I was very much impressed with the first chapter. At the end of it, I knew that I had another mystery, crime, law drama in my hand. I rolled my eyes and went ahead. It was very well written, had lot of law based references  which seemed very genuine (I don’t know anything about law and haven’t read many law based mysteries) and the twists and turns and the not so cliched ending made it a very great read. This is the first one in the series. Now I would have to hunt down the other books in the series.

By now I had realized that I was falling into a pattern and decided to break it. I didn’t want it to get boring after a while and since work has started I won’t be able to concentrate too much on mysteries at least for a couple of weeks until I get settled with the work and catch up on it. But I was glad that I managed to get these three together. All three were awesome in their story line and execution. If you haven’t watched them yet, you might want to give it a try.

SL-WEEK 4 : Weird Hollidays

For this week, Sylvain wants us to share about some photographs related to weird holidays. Here is a simple one.

Because there was this time in 2013 during my trip to Goa, where I fractured my ankle during the third or fourth day of the trip (it was a 9 day vacation) and after a day’s rest, couldn’t take it any longer and started going everywhere with my crutch. I hate being confined to a room during my vacation. Thanks to my friends, I missed only two days of the trip and the rest I took it slow but enjoyed it, even if I had to go and visit a couple of doctors, hope around with my crutch and another leg, hold on to my friends in case my swollen leg was gonna give up and come back to a 2 month bed rest and work from home 🙂 It was all worth it. 1-IMG_9688

And during the time when I was OK to walk to the beaches, saw a bull take a walk or rather run in the beach….1-IMG_8989

Should have used Skele-Gro [Rant]

Its almost close to two months since I had my ankle fracture and finally back to my place. What started with my assumption of a bad sprain went into a full fledged fracture and rendered me in sitting or hopping positions for almost two months. That too in my parents place, where all I did was, sit, work, eat and sleep for most of the time (playing with my nieces was part of my wakey-wakey times). Now all I am left is with some strained and unused muscles and tissues which need to be relaxed through some physio exercises and regular walking to regain the movement. I am almost cured except for a small severe pain in one place near the fractured area. So I have to go slow. I hate walking or driving slow. I get imaginary leg cramps if I do that, even though I have to be slow in Indian city especially Bangalore city traffic, most of the time. That is why I blare my music in the car so as to distract me.

Other side effect is the bloody weight gain (all that delicious food from my mom and total inactivity from my part…what else was gonna happen). I sincerely believe that there is some serious curse put on me by someone because every time I try to do something to reduce my weight I end up injured or some thing else happens and I have to give up. The first time ever I tried aerobics, the teacher discontinued it after 3 months because there weren’t enough students. Then I tried to go to Gym and my work load increased and I used that as an excuse to stop going. Then recently I rejoined Aerobics and I fell and got injured. So I am seriously going to give up on my effort and try to do something at home by myself. You know the funny part. Every time I stopped (due to the various reasons) my weight increased. So yes, I am gonna stop trying on that front and discipline myself to do it at home itself.

And not to mention those panic attacks I had when I was in my plaster of Paris. That was seriously messed up. I was awake some nights listening to everyone’s soft snores (some loud ones too) and trying to read some quick read romance novels to take that edge of me.

I wish that I had Madam Poppy Pomfrey so that I could just have gone to her and used the Skele-Gro. Would have taken just a few seconds….

Your time isn’t bad until…

you are bedridden, which I freakin’ hate, with a fracture. The history of my bad times starts not too long ago. I am real clumsy. Hence, I am used to getting scratched on the face (from my own finger nails), cuts on my fingers (during my cooking), red blood clots on the legs (where I keep hitting myself on the furniture)…well, you get the picture. And I am used to those bruises, at times so much that I don’t even know when I got them. But recently it seems like my bad times have become worse. The astrologer in my family attributes it to the 7 and half years of Saturn’s influence (check the last 200 days in that link), which I concede, just because it makes it a lot more easier to blame some unknown source :). If you ask my practical and/or atheist friends, they would say that it is just that I stopped being careful, which I think is also true, because I seem to be in my own (Utopian/fantasy) world very frequently in recent times. So here is what actually happened.

When I was in Hyderabad, around 4 months ago, if I am not wrong, one morning I was so much in a hurry to start to office, that I forgot that I had my hand in the gap between the doors and closed it so forcefully, that for a moment I saw stars literally. The worst affected part was my ‘left hand’ thumb. The ‘left’ is the key word here. Then I had to wait for a few more minutes to see if I really broke something or if it was just the pain from the pressure. Thankfully, nothing was broken and I wrapped my finger in bandage and went to office after downing a pain killer (and silently thanking God that I didn’t have to visit a hospital). After a month or so, the nail from my left thumb fell off and I got a new nail now even though it is slightly bent in the middle.

And then around the time of August when I shifted back to Bangalore, I went on a trip to Wayanad with my friends. This trip again branded me with a couple of more bruises and marks of my dare devilry ;).  First it was just a slip on the way to my room (on a small iron bridge for God’s sake) and then again during the trek to Chembara Peak (where the heart shaped lake was there at the top), I had the fortune to slip and slide more than once, covering myself with as much dirt and mud as was possible, and I also managed to push the guide (who was such a nice person to help me with my luggage and all, all during the trek) too along with me during my fall,  a couple of times (unintentionally though). Thankfully, he was stronger than he looked and was able to ward off my attempts. But after the trip, the effect of my less than my size shoes caused me trouble later, where my ‘left leg’ toe nail started to get infected and I had to surgically remove it. The right leg’s toe nail was dried enough to fall on its own in its own sweet time. I had already ranted about it in my other post.

After that when all things seemed a little normal for a while, I had another fall last month while on my way to my office in my two wheeler. I was there driving at my lowest speed of 30 kmph in my Honda Activa (non geared scooter) and just near the office, I see a black cover on the middle of the busy road (busy with people, garbage, cows and parked vehicles). I was wondering if I can go over the black cover and make it ‘pop’. I love the sound of the plastic things that just ‘pop’. Since I was in a good mood that particular day, I go over it only to find that it was a black helmet and my scooter panicked and skidded, and landed on top of my ‘left leg’ causing me to curse loudly. Thank God I always wear a helmet and the incoming traffic was nil (there are no medians on these roads…). I got up, stretched my leg and looked at the helmet as if someone on the evil side of the magic world (from Slytherin house may be, or is it the Ministry of Magic? I am sure I did not break any wizardry rules recently) transformed the black plastic cover to a black helmet, just to make me fall on my back. I brushed myself, took my vehicle and came to office only to find out that my left knee was bleeding with more bruises all over my left leg. I had to use the first aid kit and then clean it up. The next day I went to put on a TT injection, just in case and was limping for a few days.

When I informed my family of my impending trip to Goa, the first advice I got was, ‘your time is not good, be careful and do not drive’.  Well, as usual I took it with a pinch of salt and went on with my journey. I had to be careful to not dip my feet in the beach the first day because of the toe nail and the fear of it getting infected. But the second day, the lure of the beach was so much I decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoyed the beach, thereby making the right toe nail to fall off more easily and without any effort. The third day, when I was trying to get out of the car, I hit my ‘left leg’ knee in the side of the car door and the wound caused by my scooter fall reopened causing me to wrap it up in bandage again. And then there was this visit to an organic spice plantation where all hell broke loose. My friends warned me upfront to walk slowly and carefully seeing that it was muddy and was covered with plantation and all. It was a simple plantation and we were almost at the end of its tour where I was about to walk down the muddy stairs and then suddenly I was there lying down seeing the sky and the tall trees above me. I wasn’t sure what happened because I had my camera with me and my backpack (which very minimum weight) and I thought I heard a small ‘pop’ sound.  The next thing I did was to laugh, laugh hysterically. Especially looking at the faces of my friends, who were looking like ‘Oh God! There she goes again!!!’. It was just hilarious. I was in so much pain and I felt as if there was swelling in my ankle, but wasn’t sure if it was due to the sprain or a fracture. I believed it to be a sprain, so I used my first aid kit (which I always carry nowadays) and tried for a pain killer and a cream for the sprain. And my friends were there asking me to take it slow and relax a while, because they almost thought that I had gone insane. Things became worse as and when the day went by. We went to a nearby doctor who saw all my bruises and bandages in my leg. I had to explain him the history of each wound to which he cracked up and couldn’t help but make an exasperated sound and asked me ‘Is this a habit of yours?’. Now, what do I say to that? After a few minutes, everyone (including me) started laughing at the day’s events. The more the day went by, the more the swelling became. Finally we did an x-ray and found out that there is a fracture in the ankle by the fibula. The doc asked me to take it easy and relax for a few weeks to let it heal. I still did a few more places with the crutch after relaxing for a day or two and made sure that this injury doesn’t dampen my spirit or my thirst for visiting this place and I also sort of feel better when I am on the move. I hate sitting in a place for a long time.

Now that I am back from the trip, I am advised from all quarters to take rest, take care of myself and take life a little slower and had to listen to a threat from my mom that if I planned anything else even before the current injury gets healed, she might have to break my other leg just to keep me grounded. All said and done, I think this fracture made for a grand ending for the series of unfortunate incidents that was in the happening for quite some time and all on the left side of my body (left leg, left toe, left thumb, left knee…). It would have been different if I had some grand story to tell about my fall (it sort of is an anti climax to say that I slipped on a muddy stairs and fell down and broke my ankle, you know 😉 ). But then a fall is a fall and I am not myself, if I don’t come back bouncing from it sooner.  And I seriously hope that whatever or whoever is conspiring to put me down for a while will also take a rest and see that I have had enough of these things and I really need a break (oh God!!! Bad pun huh!!!) from them.

Stay safe y’all.