On the foot-hills of Western Ghats

Mechanism of action of the anti motion sickness tablet I swallowed? I thought hard. Who had taught us about promethazine?

It was one of the things I tried to think about, concentrate to deviate myself from feeling the nausea. I feel it is mostly psychological for me. I think about how horrible the sensation can get, how I could actually puke, how I'd make a scene in the bus, so on and so forth. The feeling would only get worse. I have learnt it is best to nip the vicious cycle in the bud.

I whole heartedly hate the consequences of changes in my cochlea and uterus. Not that the other ailments are enjoyable but partiality to these because probably I suffer most often from them.

It was a hep and happening DVD coach. I forced myself to follow Jaggesh's crude and coarse punch lines. His wife got pregnant and what other way of confirming it on TV? They actually showed the vomitus.

A simple 3 worded sentence, yet such meaning in depth. Health is wealth. When you don't have a sound body and mind, nothing seems right. No matter what.

Like a beginner trying to overtake a vehicle which is only a little slower than him with a truck coming in the opposite direction at a distance, I just wanted to get done with it.

Old buddy/partner in crime and I had coined a phrase. 'Phase songs'. Potentially saddening but highly romantic at the same time. Gives a hollow feeling in the tummy. Makes you think of hypothetical situations when you would sing or feel that way. (Read 'James Blunt' for the latest addition in my list.) I always carry a set of those with me. They make me sadder when I am sad and happier when i'm gleeful. For then I just wanted something to occupy my mind.

As the bus went topsy turvy along the hair pin bends, the breathtaking view outside my window amazed me. Dense fog, lush greenery, moisture everywhere from the early morning drizzle, ferns on stone, tiny clear streams and the large mountains in the back drop in various shades of green. Extraordinarily picturesque. It can get anybody passionate about Agumbe.

Promethazine, my saviour had begun to act and I was having a cool time by myself.