3rd World War

I was feeling a bit feverish yesterday. Today morning, I woke up with high temperature. I could feel the blood circulation and a vague thumping sound echoing through my head. The very first feeling was horrible. There is no one of my family standing beside me. All I can do is to talk to them. This is the first time in my life, I am ill and my parents are not treating me. Somehow, I felt alone. But what I forgot is that Life is a cycle. I mailed all my friends. Alie El-Din, one of my best friends here in ALaRI, came with Egyptian antibiotic. He also prepared awesome noodles. Elenika, my Moldovian classmate prepared heavenly mint tea with honey. She made it from a bunch of green tea-leaves with a very pleasant mint flavour. It reminded me of my grandmother preparing 'tulsipata' and honey paste during my fever. Then she gave me a bottle full of Therapin tablets. And lastly, Thomas came up with our good old Indian Paracetamol. Oh my God! all of a sudden, I felt better. It's not 'coz of the medicine. I felt safe.

Well, you must be thinking yeah man . . enough of this sentimental bullshit. I understand your Nineteenth century feelings, emotion and blah blah, but come on where is the relevance of the title! Ok, lemme tell u. Right now, I am attacking Swiss virus with Russian, Egyptian and Indian medicine, If this is not the 3rd world war Nostradamus predicted then what was that :)

Speechless (2) ...

Anirban : Ciao, Vicenta !

Vicenta : Ciao, Anirban. How do you do ?

Anirban : Too bad. Everybody is going home in summer.

Vicenta : Come on. You are also enjoying a lot these days.

Anirban : Yeah, that's true. But you know I live in an 'apartment' here. It cannot be a replacement of 'home'. What do you say ?

Vicenta : Humm, yeah that's always true. I'm also looking forward for the end of the course. You know, I am planning to meet my friends at aerodrome and then we will directly go to the Barcelona beach. Wah that will be great fun ! I really miss it.

Anirban : That's kewl. Switz sucks. They don't have beaches here in Switzerland.

Vicenta : You know, I always wanted to stay in my town. I mean, I never thought I'll come this far from my family, my friends.

Anirban : What ??? Hehe, you are such a homesick kid. But, why did you change your plan ?

Vicenta : You wanna listen to that ? Ok . . .

Anirban : Humm. Sure. Carry on.

Vicenta : I had everything planned last year, you know, I was engaged to Jonathan. Everything seemed so perfect. Maybe that's where the problem laid. They say, "If everything falls in place, then you are probably on the wrong lane". And I was on a wrong lane. After finishing my degree in University, I went to a conference in France. I managed to present the paper before the scheduled date. You can imagine, I was so eager to come down to my city. So, I also changed my air ticket. I was too excited that I could spend one day more with my fiance. I hurried through the Airport, actually couldn't wait to see my family. Nobody knew I would be home. I kept it as a surprise. So I took a cab and rushed to my home. I would have taken a shower and gone to my father's office with John. Our marriage was due in 2 months.

Anirban : Wait a minute, I never knew you were married. Also, what do you mean by 'I would have' ? My goodness . . . you are making it really complex.

Vicenta : Nope, I will tell you what happened . . . So where were we ? Yeah, Actually there is nothing much left. I reached my town. I almost flew to my home, entered my room and Bang! John and Sarah were sleeping on my bed. They made love on my bed. I was felling so helpless, you know, oh my god ! Sarah is my first cousin. We had dinner with same fork from the most distant childhood I could remember. I looked at my engagement ring in utter disbelief, Oh, It was so horrible. I wish none of my enemies has to see this day. I was speechless, tears flowing down my cheek. I wanted to curse my luck, but my lips were trembling like a slaughtered chicken. And just then I decided that I have to leave the horrible place, namely 'home'.

Anirban : Oops ! Vicenta, I am sorry. I didn't realize . . .

Vicenta : Don't be. This is life.