My left eye has been twitching suddenly at odd times since the last 4 days. A friend of mine had the same problem but it went away. I was curious and did some googling. Here's what I found out:
A twitching muscle in the eyelid is extremely common. Its medical name is myokymia. In the vast majority of cases it is a completely benign condition that is self- limiting and disappears within a few weeks at most. The list of common possible causes includes: fatigue, lack of sleep and others.
I was satisfied but couldn't stop reading......
Benign Blepharospasm or eyelid spasm usually begins gradually due to emotional stresses, affects both eyes, and disappears during sleep. Treatment is through botulinum toxin (Botox) injections. Emotional stresses?...if you don't count formatting my Hard Disk as one...then..none whatsoever. And BOTOX? Isn't it for really old and stinking rich people who think they can play with Einstein's equations and reverse time?
You can get an eye-twitch from too much coffee. Try cutting down and see.
Coffee and me....naaaa....
It may also be due to a neurological disorder called FMS&MPS Complex. Eye twitching is a common symptom of people suffering from FMS&MPS. See a doctor.
No chance. I haven't seen a single complex since my IInd semester maths course. And I see plenty of doctors everyday (ones with PhDs) and believe me...they can hurt more than a silly eye twitch...
An excess of toxic heavy metals in the body such as mercury, aluminum, lead, cadmium and copper can lead to neurological irritation, and twitching.
It is quite possible.... I have been listening to Slipknot, Rammstein and Metallica a lot this week. That's a large dose of metal.
Twitching occurs as a result of an overwrought nervous system unloading impulses. It is most common during rest from stress and strain.Some people claim that cannabis is effective for relieving muscle spasms in general.
Now that's why I like "Some" people.
Things such as bright light or light wind can bring on the twitches.
So?....should I stay in my room all day with the lights switched off or what?
Magnesium works well for this too, but be careful not to take too much if you take supplements. You can get lethargic, slow pulse from taking too much.
Oh My God!!!...I must have fallen into a drum of Magnesium in my childhood.
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Sinking "Life"boat
Life is showing me unspeakable horrors,
Yet, anger, I do not know your colour.
Each day, the numbers on my wall tick,
With mind numbing slowness, it makes me sick.
My friend tells me, The Bridge won't break,
Yet, at nights, I lie awake.
Ominous thoughts, holding my head in their sway,
Every second, every hour, every day.
With such a crucial time ahead, I wonder,
Will I stay afloat or am I going under?
Now I tag the other regular blogger that I know: Revathi
So my utterly 'Vetti' friend....you have to write a poem now....
Yet, anger, I do not know your colour.
Each day, the numbers on my wall tick,
With mind numbing slowness, it makes me sick.
My friend tells me, The Bridge won't break,
Yet, at nights, I lie awake.
Ominous thoughts, holding my head in their sway,
Every second, every hour, every day.
With such a crucial time ahead, I wonder,
Will I stay afloat or am I going under?
Now I tag the other regular blogger that I know: Revathi
So my utterly 'Vetti' friend....you have to write a poem now....
100 Words
I took an hour to come up with this 100 word story. Since I put in this much effort, I gain the right to tag someone and that someone is going to be Visionary. Read on....
The INDIGO swerved onto the wrong side. A split second later, rubber tires squealed. CRASH. The 2 cars turned into scrap metal. I ran towards them. An unconscious woman was inside the FORD. A young girl was screaming inside the INDIGO. With great effort I pulled her limp body out. Others came running and helped me take them to the hospital.
The doctor said "The girl survived but the woman's dead."
When I went in, she screamed "Why didn't you save her?" No gratitude. No relief. I was dumbstruck.
"She was my mother." She said, tears streaming down her face.
The INDIGO swerved onto the wrong side. A split second later, rubber tires squealed. CRASH. The 2 cars turned into scrap metal. I ran towards them. An unconscious woman was inside the FORD. A young girl was screaming inside the INDIGO. With great effort I pulled her limp body out. Others came running and helped me take them to the hospital.
The doctor said "The girl survived but the woman's dead."
When I went in, she screamed "Why didn't you save her?" No gratitude. No relief. I was dumbstruck.
"She was my mother." She said, tears streaming down her face.
Friday, February 17, 2006
Life's a @#$%^#
I have lost stuff worth Rs 5000 in the last 48 hours. I know that i'm not really unhappy, but still why does it have to happen huh? Why? Is it a phase that i'm going through? Why are such improbable things happening so suddenly huh? I don't understand. I can live with these losses. I am actually pretty cool about them. A huge financial loss. Highly inconvenienced but still not angry or filled with hatred. No problem. I know thes things happen to people. Never guessed I would be the one of THESE peole. But if someone does find my sandals or my cellphone please tell me. All right
Signing off for now.
Au revoir...
Signing off for now.
Au revoir...
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Casanova Composition
Isn't today that very day
You are waiting for someone to say
That you are special to him
But maybe he is too dim
Or maybe he has forgotten
So leave me with paper and a pen
And have no more worries
For, I shall write down stories
Of how much you mean to me
And how I can't live to see
When you get really hurt
So here, let me get to work
Anyonymously, so you can call me Burt
Or think i'm a real jerk
And so towards the end .i.e. finally
Judge me very carefully
Am I really out of line
Or will you be my Valentine.
You are waiting for someone to say
That you are special to him
But maybe he is too dim
Or maybe he has forgotten
So leave me with paper and a pen
And have no more worries
For, I shall write down stories
Of how much you mean to me
And how I can't live to see
When you get really hurt
So here, let me get to work
Anyonymously, so you can call me Burt
Or think i'm a real jerk
And so towards the end .i.e. finally
Judge me very carefully
Am I really out of line
Or will you be my Valentine.
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Poems
Monday, February 13, 2006
LIFE or something like it......
Things that can make LIFE definitely more interesting......
1 People with different number of arms(3 or 4 would be perfect)
2 Teleportation
3 Dreams that you can clearly remember
4 Telepathy
5 Suckered feet like that of lizards
6 Hostel rooms that change orientation everytime you open/close them
7 Lightning that stays for minimum 5 seconds so that you can look at it properly
8 Telekinetic ability
9 All the fruits on every tree
10 Walls that light up wherever you touch them
11 Ears with filters for all the meaningless things people say
12 Computers you could operate with your eyes only
13 Friction less roads....ya i know
14 CDs that store as much as you want
15 And finally, blogs that write themselves
So, what do you think?
Probably wishing for self-destructing bad blogs eh?
1 People with different number of arms(3 or 4 would be perfect)
2 Teleportation
3 Dreams that you can clearly remember
4 Telepathy
5 Suckered feet like that of lizards
6 Hostel rooms that change orientation everytime you open/close them
7 Lightning that stays for minimum 5 seconds so that you can look at it properly
8 Telekinetic ability
9 All the fruits on every tree
10 Walls that light up wherever you touch them
11 Ears with filters for all the meaningless things people say
12 Computers you could operate with your eyes only
13 Friction less roads....ya i know
14 CDs that store as much as you want
15 And finally, blogs that write themselves
So, what do you think?
Probably wishing for self-destructing bad blogs eh?
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Unforgettable @#$*&!*# Things
Eyes Closed. Memory taking over again.
That least expected unanswerable question shot at me in class
The incessant talking into my ear when I am not even listening
The food visible when the person opposite is chewing with his mouth open
The new pen I buy for the exams that I can't seem to find
The door that doesn't close no matter how hard I try
That power cut right when the movie gets interesting
The long walk to the shop where I find my purse empty
The untimely transfer just when I develop a liking for my house
That forgotten 6 am cell alarm that wakes me up on a Sunday
The soap that runs out in the middle of a bath
Total Recall.
Bah....memory is so over-hyped.
Its given too much credit.
That least expected unanswerable question shot at me in class
The incessant talking into my ear when I am not even listening
The food visible when the person opposite is chewing with his mouth open
The new pen I buy for the exams that I can't seem to find
The door that doesn't close no matter how hard I try
That power cut right when the movie gets interesting
The long walk to the shop where I find my purse empty
The untimely transfer just when I develop a liking for my house
That forgotten 6 am cell alarm that wakes me up on a Sunday
The soap that runs out in the middle of a bath
Total Recall.
Bah....memory is so over-hyped.
Its given too much credit.
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Non Juvenile
Unforgettable Little Things
Eyes closed. Memory taking over.
Rain drops pattering on huge teak leaves above my head
The misted breeze near a beach which fogs my glasses
That step which I unexpectedly miss going down the stairs
Water dripping off my skin after a swim
The tingling electric shock that is unasked for
Foggy breath that accompanies words on winter mornings
The squishiness when I wiggle my toes in wet shoes
The touch of cool marble on my face after a long run
The sharp rain that pelts my hand when its out of the train window
The early dawn dew when I walk barefoot on green grass
The cool rush of water in my parched dry throat
The singing sound in my ears on Diwali night
The rapid rush of air when I cycle downhill
The wet nose of a dog between my toes
The severe cold water during a 11 pm bath that knocks my breath out
The blitz across a thunder filled night sky
Memory is a superb thing...I think.
Rain drops pattering on huge teak leaves above my head
The misted breeze near a beach which fogs my glasses
That step which I unexpectedly miss going down the stairs
Water dripping off my skin after a swim
The tingling electric shock that is unasked for
Foggy breath that accompanies words on winter mornings
The squishiness when I wiggle my toes in wet shoes
The touch of cool marble on my face after a long run
The sharp rain that pelts my hand when its out of the train window
The early dawn dew when I walk barefoot on green grass
The cool rush of water in my parched dry throat
The singing sound in my ears on Diwali night
The rapid rush of air when I cycle downhill
The wet nose of a dog between my toes
The severe cold water during a 11 pm bath that knocks my breath out
The blitz across a thunder filled night sky
Memory is a superb thing...I think.
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Non Juvenile
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I'd like to meet......
1) A polar bear...."Hibernation is a bewildering concept to me....."
2) Mr Bush...."Someone's gotta kill tht guy"
3) PG Wodehouse...."Is he as humorous in person........"
4) Einstein..."Great minds must meet u know.....for the flow of ideas...."
5) Padma Lakshmi..."Gotta drive some sense into her.....Salman Rushdie!!!!....sheesh"
6) Stephen Hawking...."Let him explain the black hole in my room....outta which creatures come in the nite and take away my stored food"
7) My old school friends...."Haha..i'm taller than all of you."
8) Ron Weasley...."I need tips to increase my waistline within a month...."
9) Dan Brown...."Someone tell him, copy pasting characters doesn't go down well with readers...."
10) Windows XP code writers......"Thank you!!!!"
11) Murphy(of the law fame)...."Dude....u r wrong.....I haven't saved this text and my pc hasn't yet restarted"
12) Shakespeare..."Write in coherent, English, u dumba**"
13) Porsche makers....."Need to introduce them to a li'l concept called affordability"
14) Eddie Murphy....."Gnashing one's teeth on screen doesn't constitute a smile....."
15) Friends in Season 1......"Rachel, u love Ross, Monica, u'll marry Chandler, Pheobe, u marry someone i don't remember and Joey, u get ur own show"
16) Shahrukh Khan....." K-K-K-Kry baby "
17) JC Bose..."Sorry dude, u got no Nobel, but u do hv a particle and home theatres named after u"
18) Hitler..."No amount of territory or power can compensate the 1 thing u lack, not humanity.....height, u dwarf"
19) MJ....."Just want to know once and for all.....Is he/she a he/she or a she/he??"
2) Mr Bush...."Someone's gotta kill tht guy"
3) PG Wodehouse...."Is he as humorous in person........"
4) Einstein..."Great minds must meet u know.....for the flow of ideas...."
5) Padma Lakshmi..."Gotta drive some sense into her.....Salman Rushdie!!!!....sheesh"
6) Stephen Hawking...."Let him explain the black hole in my room....outta which creatures come in the nite and take away my stored food"
7) My old school friends...."Haha..i'm taller than all of you."
8) Ron Weasley...."I need tips to increase my waistline within a month...."
9) Dan Brown...."Someone tell him, copy pasting characters doesn't go down well with readers...."
10) Windows XP code writers......"Thank you!!!!"
11) Murphy(of the law fame)...."Dude....u r wrong.....I haven't saved this text and my pc hasn't yet restarted"
12) Shakespeare..."Write in coherent, English, u dumba**"
13) Porsche makers....."Need to introduce them to a li'l concept called affordability"
14) Eddie Murphy....."Gnashing one's teeth on screen doesn't constitute a smile....."
15) Friends in Season 1......"Rachel, u love Ross, Monica, u'll marry Chandler, Pheobe, u marry someone i don't remember and Joey, u get ur own show"
16) Shahrukh Khan....." K-K-K-Kry baby "
17) JC Bose..."Sorry dude, u got no Nobel, but u do hv a particle and home theatres named after u"
18) Hitler..."No amount of territory or power can compensate the 1 thing u lack, not humanity.....height, u dwarf"
19) MJ....."Just want to know once and for all.....Is he/she a he/she or a she/he??"
A Phony Story
This is the story of a boy who lost his cellphone. He left it at a tea stall as if it were a hanky. Let's not blame him. He forgets a conversation by the end of it. Now, there were about 10 people who saw it on the table.
Being utterly jobless, they had a round table conference with the stall owner. The question raised was " Who is to keep it? ".....no no.....they were extremely honest people...... The debate was on " Who is to keep it till the boy comes along to claim it back? ".Since each of them trusted his neighbour like India trusts Pakistan, they decided after numerous debates that Panditji was the most respectable of them all. He was chosen for safekeeping the hanky (that costs Rs 4000)
2 days later, the boy came around to claim it. The owner explained the matter to him and asked him to come in the evening when the Panditji will be available. In the evening, the boy came back and waited anxiously like a would be father in a nursing home waiting room. You get the picture. And then on the horizon, riding like Arwen in LOTR, he came riding atop his trusty steed manufactured by Atlas Cycles.Believe it or not, the priest(M.A. , PhD Hindi) INTERROGATED the boy. After satisfying himself and the audience that assembled there, he proceeded without preamble " Now, don't worry, you will get your cell, but there is the small matter of the compensation ". Let me repeat COMPENSATION AKA money. Of course, being virtuous does have its advantages; spiritual and monetary ones both. The boy was shocked. But he agreed and took out a Rs 50 note. No can do. The alleged godman said he wouldn't accept money but he will accept Rs 100 worth sweets(courtesy: The tea stall). This done, the boy and godman left to the latter's home to claim the cell waiting for him.
Upon reaching there through a maze/slum which will not survive 2 hrs of rain, the priest and his hospitality left the boy stunned. Tea, a strong dosage of "shudh hindi" and some more of those Rs 100 sweets later, the boy bid adieu to the family which politely invited him for the next day's festival. Accompanied on the way back by the Panditji, the boy was casually wondering to what levels of grime can a religious man stoop when the Panditji remarked " Go on ahead to the tea stall, I'll just have a cigarette and come there "
Case closed. I am never gonna lose my cell again. And even if I do I am never ever gonna go to reclaim it. Who knows what kinda weirdo I might meet......Maybe a dog lover who eats his pets......or a 10 yr old who is coal mafia don.......
Being utterly jobless, they had a round table conference with the stall owner. The question raised was " Who is to keep it? ".....no no.....they were extremely honest people...... The debate was on " Who is to keep it till the boy comes along to claim it back? ".Since each of them trusted his neighbour like India trusts Pakistan, they decided after numerous debates that Panditji was the most respectable of them all. He was chosen for safekeeping the hanky (that costs Rs 4000)
2 days later, the boy came around to claim it. The owner explained the matter to him and asked him to come in the evening when the Panditji will be available. In the evening, the boy came back and waited anxiously like a would be father in a nursing home waiting room. You get the picture. And then on the horizon, riding like Arwen in LOTR, he came riding atop his trusty steed manufactured by Atlas Cycles.Believe it or not, the priest(M.A. , PhD Hindi) INTERROGATED the boy. After satisfying himself and the audience that assembled there, he proceeded without preamble " Now, don't worry, you will get your cell, but there is the small matter of the compensation ". Let me repeat COMPENSATION AKA money. Of course, being virtuous does have its advantages; spiritual and monetary ones both. The boy was shocked. But he agreed and took out a Rs 50 note. No can do. The alleged godman said he wouldn't accept money but he will accept Rs 100 worth sweets(courtesy: The tea stall). This done, the boy and godman left to the latter's home to claim the cell waiting for him.
Upon reaching there through a maze/slum which will not survive 2 hrs of rain, the priest and his hospitality left the boy stunned. Tea, a strong dosage of "shudh hindi" and some more of those Rs 100 sweets later, the boy bid adieu to the family which politely invited him for the next day's festival. Accompanied on the way back by the Panditji, the boy was casually wondering to what levels of grime can a religious man stoop when the Panditji remarked " Go on ahead to the tea stall, I'll just have a cigarette and come there "
Case closed. I am never gonna lose my cell again. And even if I do I am never ever gonna go to reclaim it. Who knows what kinda weirdo I might meet......Maybe a dog lover who eats his pets......or a 10 yr old who is coal mafia don.......
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