JetLag
Whew! Now I can finally declare that I am free from the clutches of jetlag. I must say that of all the trips I have made, this one in particular stressed me out a lot. Coupled with homesickness, it hit real hard.
I had been to my home in India for my sis's wedding. For 12 days. The days went by like a wind. a whirlwind. Let's call this a whirlwind trip. Just before my departure, I had my project submissions and a paper deadline. Till the previous afternoon, I was busy shuffling meetings and my job. To add to my fatigue,my Air India flight, true to its "world-class" service, got delayed by 9 hours!!! of which I had to spend 3 hours in a queue just to receive my damned boarding pass! I could only but pity myself. Divine help occured in the form of a friend, Hari. He had his friend and his family in New Jersey, where I spent the night and had a sumptous meal of dosas and sambar..mmmm. The halt in Paris, which was supposed to be for 2 hours, took 4 hours! So I finally land in Mumbai, temperature soaring at 35 degrees celcius. That very day I experienced jetlag. My poor eyes were striving to meet, but I valiantly struggled to keep them apart. The amount of work in a wedding house sure kept me awake but the fatigue never left me. The wedding photos and videos are proof to this. I should have looked as a bride's sister should have. But there I was: a sorry mass draped in pink! Aneways, the day before I left, the last of my relatives left, and the very day I was going to leave, my sis and her brand new family were there. I left at 3 in the morning. As you all must have known by now, I never got to spend time with "my" family. I felt as if I was a guest in my own house. I never got to enjoy the wedding, I deserved so much more happiness. The return journey was uneventful, Thank GOD!, except for a few nagging, noise-making machines(read kids).
For the next one week I was drained physically, emotionally and mentally. Jetlag plays here again. I had swollen feet, a backache coupled with a headache. There was fatigue, no doubt. I was disoriented, had drastic mood swings and used to spend a lot many hours cuddled up in my bed staring at the ceiling. How much I slept, I have no idea. But I sure know that I caused a lot of trouble to the few close, wonderful people I have here. I thank them so immensely for bearing all the tantrums that I threw.
Even though I am out of jetlag, homesickness hasn't yet left me. I cry regularly, if , only if I had spent a day more with my Papa, mamma and kukus...
I had been to my home in India for my sis's wedding. For 12 days. The days went by like a wind. a whirlwind. Let's call this a whirlwind trip. Just before my departure, I had my project submissions and a paper deadline. Till the previous afternoon, I was busy shuffling meetings and my job. To add to my fatigue,my Air India flight, true to its "world-class" service, got delayed by 9 hours!!! of which I had to spend 3 hours in a queue just to receive my damned boarding pass! I could only but pity myself. Divine help occured in the form of a friend, Hari. He had his friend and his family in New Jersey, where I spent the night and had a sumptous meal of dosas and sambar..mmmm. The halt in Paris, which was supposed to be for 2 hours, took 4 hours! So I finally land in Mumbai, temperature soaring at 35 degrees celcius. That very day I experienced jetlag. My poor eyes were striving to meet, but I valiantly struggled to keep them apart. The amount of work in a wedding house sure kept me awake but the fatigue never left me. The wedding photos and videos are proof to this. I should have looked as a bride's sister should have. But there I was: a sorry mass draped in pink! Aneways, the day before I left, the last of my relatives left, and the very day I was going to leave, my sis and her brand new family were there. I left at 3 in the morning. As you all must have known by now, I never got to spend time with "my" family. I felt as if I was a guest in my own house. I never got to enjoy the wedding, I deserved so much more happiness. The return journey was uneventful, Thank GOD!, except for a few nagging, noise-making machines(read kids).
For the next one week I was drained physically, emotionally and mentally. Jetlag plays here again. I had swollen feet, a backache coupled with a headache. There was fatigue, no doubt. I was disoriented, had drastic mood swings and used to spend a lot many hours cuddled up in my bed staring at the ceiling. How much I slept, I have no idea. But I sure know that I caused a lot of trouble to the few close, wonderful people I have here. I thank them so immensely for bearing all the tantrums that I threw.
Even though I am out of jetlag, homesickness hasn't yet left me. I cry regularly, if , only if I had spent a day more with my Papa, mamma and kukus...
posted by Charumati at 1:15:00 PM
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