ChickenPoxing in Chennai~

I am an extremist. I always do things in extreme. Or I do not do them at all.
E.g., I had been warned not to fall sick during my ten month stint in ACJ.
Duh! Of course, how in the wide world was I gonna resist the temptation... I just had to! And the best part was I chose to fall sick with Chicken Pox!
Why you ask... because I love being referred to as "Kentucky Fried Baxter".
Plus, I wanted to assist my Comrades-in-Arms. You know who you are.

Following are snatches of my ongoing war with words / ramblings of a dangerous kind / blaaaaah bleeeeeh bleeeeep. Take your pick.

~ In answer to my queries of how badly disfigured a Landmine do I have on my face, I have been informed that I look lyk a movie star. I guess they were referring to the Exorcist. Not bad.

~ Having visitors right now is the human equivalent of being a prized caged animal in a zoo. They all expect me to perform a trick. I tried The Exorcist Back-Flip. So did NOT happen. But I definitely managed a backache.

~ Ever since those blessed Neem leaves came into my possession I look lyk something out of a Jadoo Tona movie...

~ However I may detest this place, I have made a couple of lifelong friends already.
They were there when I started cribbing left, right, centre and in a hundred other directions when my “fever” just would not wish me BuhBye.
They are the ones who lemme cry my heart out when the painful boils broke out.
There are also some who find my boils eerily mystifying.
And then there are those who put lacto all over them. Not a berry tempting job in the best of times.
They are the kinds who get drenched trying to get idlis for me.
Lets not forget the ones who got thrown out of their own rooms. My Bad!

~Whoever said the Pox will go away soon, better define "soon".
Descriptions vary from a candid three to four *gulps* weeks to two-three days.
The latter is my cue for screaming lyk a Banshee... "LIAAAAAAAR!!!"

~BTW, A word about the Warden.
She may not give you Night-Outs, nor will she allow you in after 10 PM ( which if you try arguing with, turns down to 9.30 PM).
She does not understand the concept of having a ( non-existent ) social life.
She converses in a mix of sign language and Tinglish( Tamil+English ).
She thinks water means Buttermilk. At least in my case.
She fines you for losing your own wallet. So I have heard.
...but she is the BESTEST person in ACJ. =)
She helped me survive my cruelest days in the ACJ Hostel. She mommied me when I missed my Momma beyond a doubt. She was the one who covered me with Neem paste and bathed me out in open ( That part I did NOT lyk…) But I have to admit, she is one genuinely helpful person. Period. =)