Skip to main content

A DIFFERENT ORDEAL


 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

24/I/2025

 

It is after a long gap that one picked up the camera and striking my laptop keys to register one’s thoughts. The forced break was because of things beyond my control. The cold weather in the Sun City got the better of all of us. Cough, cold, running nose, watery eyes, chest congestion and the works had imprisoned us .

 

How does one catch a cold? This viral infection gets you down to your knees? “Sar dard, kamar dard, chaati dard…. Kuch lete kyon nahi”, is the state. You name a body part, it aches. After a little while, one fears to cough as your lungs and entrails diaphragm downwards pain like hell.

 

Doctors write down tests galore. You get worried that the consultation for cough and cold and may find twenty other parameters which may get highlighted in the lab reports as abnormal. The list of medicines and tonics extend into rolls of paper. You are damned if you don’t eat them and damned if you do.

 

With strong medicines, your sense of smell and taste goes for a six. Water tastes bitter, gargles become painful, the whole house smells as if it is a hospital.

 

Gargling, steaming or inhalers do not work for me. It is either a ‘cough syrup’ or the time tested ‘Mandel’s throat paint’ which brings relief. Vicks and Halls lozenges are sidekicks for change of taste and some freshness in the mouth. A Chota peg (30ml) of cough syrup and a deep application of the throat paint down the tonsils with a home-made applicator called ‘furrehri’ is what works.

 

What do you eat? Soup and khichri, something liquidy, easy on the stomach, filling enough to take medicines and be nutritious enough to give some strength but for how long. Your taste buds revolt.

 

Room heaters were pulled out. Blankets and Quilts of the heavier kind, had to be aired and sunned. Layers of clothing to keep the body warm had to be adopted, whether you liked it or not. ‘Sheet laher’ had to be kept at bay. Dare someone opened the main door, everyone would shout in unison, “band karo…”

 

The sleep cycle goes for six. You are awake when the whole world is asleep. Cough doesn’t let you take even ten winks. What position do you sit or lie down to avoid coughing? Half lying down, lying to one side or lying supine, nothing is comforting. Every time you try a new position, a bout of cough makes the whole body shudder.

 

Medicines make you feel drowsy. You want to sleep and rest but then the cough won’t let you. One cannot help looking at the mobile to read or watch some reels but the eyes refuse as tears roll down. The ‘specs’ get wet blurring your view further. A shooting headache follows making your head tizzy. Overall, it’s a pathetic state of affairs.

 

While heavy breathing through an open mouth leaves it dry. A blocked nose continues to haunt you. You slip into slumber after staying awake all night. Twenty winks and the call bell rings as all those who are normal people have to do their jobs. A tired you gets out of the layers. Catching more cold would be the last thing one can ask for.

 

Well, it has taken a good two weeks plus for us to partially recover. The cough returns intermittently giving you the creeps. A recurrence would be killing.

 

Every changing season, this happens to many of us, especially me. Medicines work, but then they take their own sweet time to settle things down while the body fights to limp back to normal.

 

We got exposed in a few unavoidable functions we attended in the weeks gone by. Now the weather is warming up, giving us much relief. Till then, take care my friends. Stay safe and healthy.

 

How many of you went through this ordeal of severe cough and cold this season? I wonder!!!!!!!

 

JAI HIND

©® NOEL ELLIS 

Comments

  1. Surely,everyone gets through this cycle but your narration is soothing

    ReplyDelete
  2. Loved the way you described your 'cold' ordeal, Noel.....cough and cold got the better of me too in early December last year, but triggered by a different reason - the unbearable stubble burning pollution....a man made phenomenon which holds us hostage each miserable year.... when will this ordeal end ? I wonder !!

    ReplyDelete
  3. Ghar ghar ki kahani!! Very nicely put, despite nose dripping and watery eyes, I guess!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Very well covered Noel. It is difficult to find anyone not suffered cold n cough issues in winters, may be intensity and duration varies. Thanks dear for the write..,

    ReplyDelete
  5. Complete details of the ordeal put across quite realistically. Remember cough and cold as more of an irritating trifle where one ended up calling Baba to Mamma on a stuffy nose. Well written.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Every year it is the same story, now due to so much contamination in food items as well as preservatives, as further worsened the cold & cough problems. It's difficult to remain healthy.
    Nicely narrated.
    God bless Noel .

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

SCENE AT ELLIS’ RESTAURANT

    LT COL NOEL ELLIS   04/XI/2024   Every morning the scene in the Ellis’ restaurant is so refreshing. The notes birds sing sounds like ‘reveille’ being sounded by the buglers. The ‘scenario’ keeps varying with arrival of different birds at different timings.   It is like being a restaurant owner, working solo with minimum help. Yours truly is the waiter, housekeeper, cook, receptionist, barman, purchase manager, accountant, and storekeeper of this shack. Imagine!   Foremost thing in the morning is housekeeping of the garden area, followed by watering the pots. This gives the plants a nice bath, like kids being readied for school.   The first set of ‘clients’ called the ‘Tailor Birds’ appear. They love to hunt for insects which get disturbed by the watering ritual. They sing and dance, hop and skip and carry on chasing moths and worms, without bothering about my presence.   By then the Bulbuls and the Sparrows start lini...

A TRIBUTE TO INDIA’s FINANCIAL WIZARD

  LT COL NOEL ELLIS   27/XII/2024   Last night one heard a heart-breaking news of the passing away of Dr Manmohan Singh. A sardar with a big Dil and a sharp Dimag. My heartfelt condolences to the family and every citizen of India.   Let me share an anecdote of a chance encounter with his office three decades ago. It was in 1993-94, he was the then ‘Finance Minister’ of India.   The story goes that we were part of the "Ski-Himalaya Expedition". The expedition was preparing to traverse a 1500 km ski touring voyage from Karakoram Pass to the base of Mount Kailash in Nepal passing through the states of J&K, Himachal Pradesh and UP.   Those days, it was not easy to fund the expedition. We found a few sponsors. Let me confess, we were under the Army adventure cell for the preparations. The internal ‘red tapeism’ was killing us. Delays in procuring equipment due to the complex ‘Kagzi Karwai’ was taking too much time. Our window of skiin...