Some of you may have noticed that this column was missing for the last few weeks. And by some, I mean three people not including my editors, who, like all newspaper editors, were busy figuring out how to compete with listicles online. (“Let’s make clickable paper” is what I heard last, before they returned to their monocles and quills.)
The reason for the absence is that I’ve been resting and recuperating from a lower back injury, which happened because I went skydiving and crash-landed on a remote island, where I was nursed to health by beautiful local maidens whose culture had no place for upper body garments.
Or, y’know, years of bad posture finally caught up with me, resulting in a slipped disc.
As you know, a slipped disc is a painful condition wherein everyone who has ever possessed a spinal cord will feel the need to give you advice. I’m sure they mean well, but this is what all your conversations sound like: Sit down, don’t sit down, lie down, don’t lie down, use ice-packs, use heat, gently simmer back on low flame and add namak swad anusaar and so on.
Most people have trouble believing me because this usually affects people in the age group of Farida Jalal to Alok Nath. But the way I see it, maturity is maturity, whether it exists in the mind, or in your spinal structure. Also, I’m used to falling sick in ways that make no sense. A few years ago, I was diagnosed with tennis elbow, despite the fact that I’ve only picked up racquets to kill mosquitos while pretending to be a Jedi. At this rate, I’m sure I’ll be diagnosed with something weird soon enough, like pregnancy.
I’ve also realized that men and women react to news of illness in very different ways. In this case, my women friends said something along the lines of, “Oh so sorry, that sounds horrible, please take care” whereas the guys’ exact words were – and this is true — “LOL tere ko spinal AIDS ho gaya.”
(This was inevitably followed by the question, “So… does it hurt when you do that thing that you do to yourself on cold, lonely nights and on other nights as well?” to which the correct answer is, “Some goals are so noble, it is glorious even to fail and call for an ambulance.”)
Having a slipped disc feels like being in a game of Mortal Kombat, especially the part where Sub Zero pulls his Fatality move that involves ripping out his opponent’s spinal column, skull attached and all. There are days when you can almost feel a fist clench around your vertebrae as if to say, “Screw you for sitting awkwardly on non-ergonomic furniture for years.” If that sounds too dramatic, then it’s probably the painkillers talking. Seriously, those things are amazing. They can make Stephen Hawking sound like Rahul Gandhi. This is what I sound like on a normal day:
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen. Come, let us discuss scholarly matters and say things like, “The bourgeoisie nature of the Fermi paradox suggests a Kafkaesque influence to the neo-classical interpretations of Hegelian thermodynamics.”
And this is what I sound like on painkillers:
WHY IS FLOOR SPINNING HOW IS BABBY FORMED WHEEEE! *throws up*
Painkillers also help me appreciate the little things in life, like the fact that my physiotherapist’s surname is Girey. It was nice of him to name himself after the incident that leads people to his clinic. It’s like going to a lung cancer specialist called Dr. Classic Milds.
Part of the physiotherapy involves electrical stimulation of the affected areas, which, in my case, includes the gluteus maximus aka the tashreef region. So yes, I get to enjoy the kind of vibratory massage that some of you weirdos would pay top dollar for in a dungeon in Amsterdam. It’s not too bad though. I just refer to it as Fifty Shades of Girey.
(Yes, I’m going to blame that joke on the painkillers too.)
(Note: This is my HT column dated 26th Oct 2014.)
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missed you ashish..
hope you get better soon.. 🙂
I hope you get well soon and get back into the game of spinning words. Cheers.
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ROFL…. Fifty Shades of Girey ?!?! E L James just had a minor stroke and fall and is now recuperating in the Girey Hospital.. 😀
Brilliant column, man. By the way that spinal cord-AIDS comment sounds like Tanmay.
hahah fifty shades of Girey, back with a bang.
Fifty Shades of Girey! Hahahahaha…Epic man!
SOME of us may have noticed? ALL of us noticed!
Fun read. Welcome back and take care so as to not go on such long sick leaves ever again! 🙂
anna ,[?] should take a printout of this?[?][?]
…aaand you’re back! You spin off your illness LOL-worthily, but I hope you get better all the same. (You’ll find other things to make us laugh at.)
Hahaha….Fifty Shades of Girey!!
Make sure the only thing that takes you away for so long next time is pregnancy, either your or one caused by you…(since you’ll be diagnosed with something weird soon enough, like pregnancy)
Missed you. Get better soon 🙂
Maybe Baba Ramdev has a cure for it? His gyrating asanas can heal cancer he claims. Spinal AIDS should be easy peasy!
Maturity is maturity! XD Hahaha! Superb! Welcome back.. Get well soon
Rofl !!!. Excellent post. I was wondering where you had gone. My daily routine involved opening this site and being disappointed. Don’t keep us waiting for so long in the future.
you’re ‘back’ with a ‘bang’!
Feels so good to read fresh humor.
btw, one would think that with all the attention you get, do you really need to do that thing that you do to yourself on cold, lonely nights and on other nights as well?
Get better soon and follow the exercises Mr. Girey teaches you.
Yayayay!!! I’ve been checking regularly and finally new article!!!!:D
I absolutely love, love this blog.
(P.S: Take care of the back)
Its nice to be in the privileged group of 3 people. I was nearly going to write your obituary and thought maybe you were trying to cross the street in Mumbai and the new metro bridge broke and fell on you, killing you, but man, you were in a worse situation. And I know why its so bad, because I had the same thing for first time 2 months back and then again 15 days back it struck me. Or it rather slipped. And that electric simulation on the lower back , oh man !! the best backside orgasm i ever had. Such sweet pleasure. I even checked my buns, thinking they tightened up and were ready to be buttered 😉 And well Spinal aids can be cured, atleast !
So well, next time unless you die in the labor room delivering whichever species you will end up conceiving, do not go AWOL. and I mean DO NOT. Some people are in pain in bed with a slipped disc and expect you to give them some pleasure without touching them. So respect the responsibility you have.
Sorry about the slipped disc and the back pain but good to know your awesome sense of humor is very much intact, healthy and thriving. Hope you feel better soon 🙂
had not laughed for long time. Was it when Rahul Gandhi was giving us the “We must do something for Women” speeches or was it when Musharaf says – Its India’s fault”. So thanks for the smiles.
Get the spine back in (Shape). God Bless.
While all your posts (columns) are hilarious, I relate to this one the best. (I’m 21 and I’ve had multiple slipped discs for the past two years.)
I literally feel your pain. And more.
Don’t pay anyone any heed. Do whatever the fuck you want. Including taking roller coaster rides. Especially taking roller coaster rides. Coz YOLO and stuff.