This title was inspired by the novel "Love in the Time of Cholera". For an introvert like me home isolation is a blessing in disguise. Working from home is not the same as working from office. In office you have a disciplined routine to finish the workload within the stipulated time. I never in my entire work career extended a single minute than what was necessary. Its my firm belief that those who cannot complete their task within the time are incompetent. I digress.
Hubby and I get a lot of couple time during this period. Both of us are very professional when it comes to work. We set up work station in two different rooms from getting distracted. We take a lot of breaks in between to cook, organize things, water the plants, listen to music, read, write, paint, talk, and snuggle. This is the time we get to have three meals together, otherwise, its only dinner on weekdays.
In the evenings we workout, whip some new dish, binge watch TV shows or movies. Well-stocked minibar helps us to take the edge off now and then. We're well equipped to sail through this confinement without glitch. However, it is difficult for hubby to contain his exuberance as he is a total outdoorsy and extrovert.
I'm heartbroken because of the cancelled holidays. We've earmarked and booked our calendar for Holi, Good Friday and Labour day weekends. All three were planned for three days each. The biggest blow is our rescinded anniversary vacation to Mauritius. If going by the statistics it is impossible to travel overseas for another whole year. As a traveler our situation is down in dumps.
As people with various interests and hobbies, these quashed holidays; scraped theater, movies, concerts; nipped adventures is taking a toll on us. The situation is grim and scary. Now it has become a part of my routine to check COVID-19 casualties as soon as I get up and once again before going to bed. It is totally a callous behavior on my part, but I'm not the only one here. This is the privileged me ranting about the inconveniences caused by the quarantine plonking on my ass while millions of fellow countrymen are struggling to make ends meet.
Earlier like all the entitled I used to urge everyone to stay-at-home and be safe. But having seen the visuals of millions of people on road without food and shelter being exposed to the pandemic because of the unplanned lock down, I stopped being that moron. And I will never be the person to cheer on for police brutality. We don't believe in donating to charity or Government organizations because of lack of transparency. So, already in the process of how to give a helping hand to the known less privileged.
The present condition is hopeless and frightful. I'm sad and depressed, but willing to give up my personal freedom for the welfare of fellow homo sapiens in the hope one day 'this too shall pass. My rose-tinted self is eager to write a post on "Life after Corona" soon, very soon.
February is Happy Birthday month. It was good to see Hubby all happy and chirpy around the D day. As luck would have it this year too the celebration went on from Friday evening until the wee hours of Monday. It was a close knit affair just as he wished for with lots of bling, booze, and blast. And I wish this old soul all the happiness in the world.
Valentine's Day is overrated. I totally agree love should be celebrated everyday and we love a little more everyday. Still I love this overrated drama. My folks say we just need a reason for merrymaking. I say our merry goes round and round day in and day out. We proposed and accepted to be each other's valentines for another year. Cliched, soppy and banal right?
Again this month I kept my promise of reading four books without fail. All four books are of thriller genre and I need to curtail my obsession with these style. The list goes like this; The Whisper Man-Alex North, Run Away-Harlen Coben, Lock Every Door-Riley Sager, and Final Girls-Riley Sager. I am introduced to the author Riley Sager this month and I am hooked. Hooked so much that I had to pick all three of his published books.
Despite being a shortest month we were able to watch 10 movies. The list is; Sand Ki Aankh, Prasthanam, Avane Srimannarayana, Motichoor Chaknachoor, Tadam, Fakir of Venice, Parasite, Pati Patni Aur Wo, Irishman, and Kaithi. I still could not understand the hype around the Academy win 'Parasite'. Its an average dark comedy even for South Korean standard.
The television shows we watched are Jamtaara and The Last Kingdom-Season 1. Jamtaara, 10 epiosodes' season was promised as a cyber crime, but focused more on village politics, corrupt politician, and petty clashes among friends turned foes. On the other hand "The Last Kingdom" is just brilliant. We walk around the house now imitating the sexy dialect of Alexander Dreymon as Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
"Poulasthyana Pranaya Kathe" is the Kannada mythological play, recreated through the eyes of Ravana, who is traditionally the villain of the epic. A three-hour long drama was absolutely brilliant and acting of the protagonist Krishna Sharma was top-notch, without doubt one of the best performances so far.
We were invited to Cousin M's friend's Rangapravesha. As patrons of arts and culture we couldn't refuse the offer. As it was mentioned well in advance we made ourselves free for an evening. The performance was bad to worse though we were not insensitive to tell it on her face. And what is this praising "Gurus" repeatedly and annoyingly. I know they play a major role in your dance journey and "Rangapravesha. Apart from the dancing, the whole show was a painful saga of quid pro quo. It goes without saying in this era of social media each and everything is a futile PR exercise, but without content nothing holds good.
Since Hubby's ophthalmology visit continues every weekend we could not make any day trips or short trips. Hope this will change in the coming months.
February was kind...
