Accidental boredom

New haircut. Check. New clothes. Check. Books. Check. Junk food. Check.

No, I’m not travelling anywhere nor am I embarking on a new career or a new job. Rather, my feeble attempt at cheering up as I lay immobilised after a two-wheeler accident exactly a week ago on a sunny Saturday morning on the way to work.

What happened exactly at the time of accident was a blur but what followed was not all unpleasant. You get to experience all the perks, like having bed coffee thrust at you as soon as you get up; food in your bed; a bowl to wash your hand; enough time to catch up with movies and series you missed when you were busy working (lets assume) without taking a guilt trip. There is always someone at your beck and all, though after a point of time it begins to bore you. 

At the end of a week, I also understood that accidents will make you realise a lot things. Like how your neighbour of three years has 10-year-old twins, a boy and a girl, studying in Class V and not siblings with an age gap of 3 years like you assumed; or how the lady residing in flat opposite to yours has met with similar accident and had to undergo a surgery and assures you: “I’m fine and dandy now. You are young; it will take no time for you to recover you see.”

Or it might be your maid who blames all autowallas, who in part was a reason for my unfortunate fall and subsequent injury, even for the scratch she sustained while trying to cross the road on the way to work. Many even suggesting that road are no longer safe for two-wheelers and it is time you got a Nano or an affordable car.

It is not just neighbours, relatives too owe us the pleasure of their visit and generous advice on how to drive in Chennai road and why driving fast is a strict no-no. 
It is a funny world, where you need an injury to socialise with people you otherwise rarely visit or talk.

During those boring hours, when friends provide you respite through chats and calls, you try to make sense of what happened and vow to yourself that you will utilise the well-deserved forced holiday to the fullest. The vow remains just that: a vow in thinking only. 

For a self-proclaimed procrastinator like me, it is impossible to make use of holidays to the fullest. It could be a stand full of long-winded classics I procured on a whim, most of them unread. My abandoned blog, which I had started more than two years ago and never spared a glance in the last one year, and trying to be active, like now, writing this blog post. 
I still do not wish to reclaim those lost territories and rather lose myself in pointless rom-coms and fiction that hardly make sense, an escape to the surreal. 

As I embark on my second week to recovery, where again I'm stuck to bed and given leeway to step out of my bed with a promise of exercise, I feel that though it might not be so great an experience it remains to be one I'm not sad to endure.