Fever in Fashion

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He followed me wherever I went. Why he did whatever he did was beyond my comprehension. Was it because the ankle length dress that I wore hugged my body and attracted attention? Or was it because I wore black and black was liked by him and his huge merciless clan? It was possible that my blood tasted sweet and he liked slurping it! I just couldn’t hint at the answer. I kept wondering and wondering till he followed me even to the bathroom. I struggled to battle him but he was mighty faster than me. He could go from my left to right and back to left in the fraction of a second making me a silent spectator. I wasn’t dreaming this. How could I be dreaming such a moment that happened with almost every other person on this planet. Things were for real, he was for real. He came near my face and looked at me in the eye. “Why out of thousands of people was I his victim today?” I wondered aloud. I tried every possible means to slaughter him but luck wasn’t on my side. He would go away for a while then return back and haunt me with blood in his loathsome mouth. So far, I haven’t let him touch me but if he hovered around me continually for hours, I would have to give up. AND THAT’S EXACTLY WHAT HAPPENED. When my instincts told me he was gone, I searched for him all over the place including kitchen cabinets, sink, under the bed, window sill and the commode so I would close all doors and seal all cracks restricting his entrance in my house. After an hour of investigation, I couldn’t find a trace of him. I did the best of what I could. The devil could enter from the tiniest of spaces. I prayed to God and slept soundly. I didn’t know when or how he entered my room without making the trademark buzzing sound. I simply could not apprehend where he’d bit me with those proboscis. All I knew was that now his blood was in my veins and mine in his. The week passed by safely. I got rid of the ghastly pink blisters but I couldn’t do away with the impure blood running under my skin. In spite of the precautionary measures that I took against him, the move had been made and the damage done. I felt a wave of nausea overtake me, then there was severe fever and vomiting.  The thing I was most scared of was confirmed. I had contracted dengue fever. The black mosquito(the bastard) with white stripes on his legs and throat had succeeded in his mission and I had failed.

(I’m extremely sorry to disappoint you with the ending but it is important to know that dengue is on the rise especially in India. It is a lethal disease and almost half the population of the world is threatened by it. Caused by the Aedes mosquito,dengue fever usually occur after an incubation period of four to seven days after the bite of the infected mosquito. The symptoms include severe fever, chills, headache, pain in limbs and joints, muscular pain, pain behind the eyes nausea, vomiting and rashes on the skin. The effect is torturing with speedy decline in the count of blood platelets, loss of appetite, restlessness, low blood pressure and weakness. After you’ve contracted the dengue fever, it is highly advised to avoid eating solid food. For at least four days, intake of liquids such as juices(Apple, pomegranate, coconut water, kiwi, Dragon fruit, energy drink, lots of water, two spoonful of papaya leaf extract twice a day, goat’s milk etc.) and rest is highly recommended. Non-veg and spicy food are to be avoided. There is no medicine invented till date that could curb the disease. 

It is always better to prevent the disease from tormenting you than curing it.) 🙂

Art is Art. Everything else is everything else.

Very few people possess true artistic ability. One of them is my friend Surabhi whose art can transform misery into joy. Her sketches and landscapes are simply perfect. The crafty strokes of her paint brushes had made my eyes go wide with amazement and my lips stretched into a big “O”.
Here’s a pencil sketch of mine with which she has left me flabbergasted!

Ditto, isn't it?

And how much does she charge? A mere 300 rupees!($4.5)  She can wrap you into canvass using charcoal sticks, pencil, oil paint, acrylic, crayons,wax, you name it!

Hats off to this alluring talent!

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If you desire to hold a beautiful sketch of yourself or your loved ones in your hand, email me at khanalishaask@gmail.com

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5 experiences that proves you are a Mumbaikar.

“Mumbai, a city springing with life, is the wosrt place on earth for tourists”, observes a TripAdvisor Survey. To the locals taking pride in being a Mumbaikar, I’d say, jump off cloud 9!
Are you confident enough to say that you know this city well? Well, it’s time to put your wisdom at test!
If you haven’t been through these excruciating and enchanting experiences, you haven’t known Mumbai at all.

1)  Rain Rain go away, never come again another day!

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  Needless to say, the monsoon of Mumbai is one of the most popular which has left the city crippled. With water logging, water shedding, leaks in drainage and so much more have kept us struggling with problems too many. For some, it seems pleasing but for most of us it tops the ” getting rid of” list. The place is most unhygenic during this period with stinking garbage consuming more areas of the roads than vehicles can! The streets are so commonly loaded with trash that without it Mumbai would look anything but Mumbai. And if you haven’t waded through the knee deep water of Mumbai, you haven’t known the miraculous city all together!!

2) Vada Pav

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The spicy deep fried mashed potato balls bathed in flour and clothed in a soft bun called pav is the city’s favourite recipe. This typical blend of spices which is cheap, hygienic as well as fulfilling is found in every corner of every street of Mumbai. Seems to be a local version of McDonald’s Aloo Tikki burger! Mumbaiyaa Style!

3) Beep! Beep! Beep!

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Here, the traffic jams are an astonishing phenomenon. Vehicles never seem to budge in any time of the year. Summers are torturing while monsoons are  even more! Drivers spend a hectic day cursing and abusing whoever comes their way. The speedometer hits 10-30km/hr on an average day.
No less.
No more.
This massive traffic and continual honking has tormented each one of us and will continue to do so.
(A piece of advice would be to carry your knitting set while travelling long distance.)

4) Rail, making me wail!


Mumbai local trains are yet another disaster. You are a very fortunate person if you have the privilege of being seated in the local trains. The rush hours of morning and evening does not even permit to step on board. Mumbaikars possess superhuman qualities of jumping in and out of the train while foreigners beat the brow to figure out the whole local train system. A live example of unity in diversity is displayed in the snapshot above. And while you are travelling in Mumbai local trains, just go with the flow!

5) Beggars (3 din se khaya nahi Sahab!)

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There is not a single traffic signal deprived of beggars. You will certainly find them on each pavement changing shifts from time to time. Their working hours are from 9am-9pm and if they are on a night shift the time changes from 9pm-3am. These panhandlers are seen everywhere with a severed hand or a blind eye or a faked limp. Although their income generation in a day is sufficient to feed them for two long days, they are hungry as ever! It becomes difficult to unmask their identity. It has been revealed that luxurious beggars earn 1000-1500 rupees per day accounting to 30,000-45,000 per year. So if you haven’t encountered and pitied a beggar you haven’t known Mumbai all along!

(Note: No content of this article is meant to hurt/degrade/offend  anyone. It is purely on the basis of personal observation.)

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