Potpourri

Chikku is the name of my dog. Those who know me well, know all the madness surrounding Chikku's adoption and many other crazy things that followed in my and her life thereafter. I have stayed with Chikku for more than 10 years, which is the second longest I have spent with someone under the same roof after my parents! It all started like a fairy .. err crazy tale. Like one you would never have heard before. I almost wish to start "So kids, this is how I met your dog!" (you know the How I met your mother (HIMYM) analogy? Never mind!) Don't worry, though I may start this way, I don't plan to ramble on like HIMYM did. So I was a first year PhD student in the Institute of Mathematical Sciences. New to the ways of life in a hostel, ways of a life of a research scholar, ways of a life away from parents and away from home; leading a life of newly discovered freedom, new friends and new city! And 8 months into this life, just when things started getting more normal, ...

A friend of mine recently told me that the new hottie on the Bollywood block is Fawab Khan and seeing him makes her go weak in her knees! But that's not what I am talking about. What I really wish to talk about is far less juicy. It is about my weak knees! Literally. It all started 10 months ago. I was on one of my usual runs. As usual I was struggling to keep up a good rhythm, as usual I was cursing myself for having decided to run on a calm, laid-back Sunday evening, as usual I was telling myself that the struggle in your run which seems unending will end soon and you will feel happy for having dragged your lazy ass out of the house for a good evening run. Well, so there was that run. And then may be during that run or may be in some other subsequent run or at some other point of time, or in my sleep or god knows when I started feeling pain in my right knee. "This isn't real pain" was my first reaction. So for another two months I kept doing my occasional runs. B...