Friday, 10 June 2011

Circadian Cycles...

A character in a certain unremarkable movie made a very astute observation...
"It looks like a crime scene in my pants".

I largely agree.

Every once in, say a month, I wake up with a clear head, cheerful as if yesterday had never happened... all set to take on the day... There's this energy surging through me... I could do anything and everything... I feel oh-so-light and frothy... even pulled off a somersault once... But this is only a distraction... a fake rubber serotonin loaded bone the universe throws you just before hitting you over the head with that 'crime scene in your pants'.

Two or so days before the fact comes this false sense of well-being which is quickly over taken often by a sudden stab of unwantedness and a whole bouquet of emotions... a spectrum of  saintly, ambitious, child-like, child-ish, deviant, homicidal, suicidal, even genocidal tendencies in quick succession.

This is popular as P.M.S... Look it up...

If some one so much as breathes around me, I could take their head off... Attending a phone call feels like listening to a coconut scraper going at it with a ceramic plate... A constant frown lodged on my forehead, happiness seemingly light years away... I'll never smile again and I won't let you either... Get away while you can!

See its mostly out of my control... Its like the weather... There's no telling... Ask  the weather man...

Then, thank gravity in the heavens, the horrifying prelude ends, only to give way to the 120 hour long biological chorus, which only makes one feel worse. Worse because, its the end of the unpredictable roller coaster and it all steadily, monotonously slants downhill towards the valley of cramps and discomfort. Aching bones and backs...

Then I remember that glorious gift of the Maya and the Aztecs to woman kind - You know what...

Although there is a better cure to pain than the brown gooey stuff; Somebody once said to me, women are the most sexually charged when menstruating... Was quite convincing and I was inclined to agree...

But we are on the most readily available remedy now... So, the moment it dissolves in my mouth, I'm human again...

In the end it isn't all that bad... Just goes to show how eventful having a uterus can be... A show recurring for most of your life... Isn't always entertaining, but there it is... to keep you company through thick and thin... Instrumental to the miracle of life... Your best chum.

(WARNING to the unaware: This is a personal account... The episodes vary greatly from woman to woman...) 

2 comments:

Dewdrop said...

Hehehehehehehehehehehe

SK said...

best chum....:P