Anatomy of a cold

for those who think, that I would be discussing what a cold is in biological terms, No, not at all. This is a way to vent out my sheer fustration of suffering from cold.

Cold or Cough or whatever you call it. It can strike you any moment, can catch you completely off gaurd... And once it strikes, there is no escape. Its like a barbaric sworde of armymen who burn and pillage and wreak havoc on places they attack. In the end there are just corpses strewn around.

Similary, once the damn cold attacks, it attacks you, blah blah ( achooo) , etc etc...

And somehow every one in this world has some important thing, which they wish you to attend, when you have a cold. The importance of the task is directly proportional to the nastiness of your cold.

I have emptied almost half of the bottle of pepper powder, but to no effect. The cold still haunts me. The bottle of cough syrups is almost emptied, the medicines are almost over...but the DAMN COLD STILL PERSISTS!!! If only our cricket team could persist so well in the face of adversity.

I sincerely hope, some scientist maps the genetic code of the cold virus and help humanity destroy this virus. Ironically, the cold virus is the one virus which saves all of humanity from being mutated or whatever it was, in one of Robin Cooks novel. I guess it was called "Invasion".