A beastly cold sets upon me and a chest condition that threatens to develop into a disturbing congestion, drains all my energy. This is a terrible condition to be in. I need to avoid any kind of deep infection because it sets of various alarms in my rather frail system. There is also the matter with my shoulder that convulses with sporadic spasms inadvertently. Sitting and lying down brings it on severely and since most of our acts during the day involve us in these specific modes it is binding my activities to a level that I do not like.

I am presently under treatment from several directions. Drugs to control the cold and chest condition, drugs to ease the pain in the shoulder, and an electronic physio therapy session twice a day to minimize or cure this blade of shoulder which sends a lightening like spasm into my life and my existence. Sound waves are being rubbed into the shoulder through a pasty cream and thereafter a pad that is fed by electrodes is attached which sends shock waves in to the affected area with the intent of curing it.

But nothing … nothing in the world seems to dissuade me from my attention to the blog and my little daily contact with the extended family. I am therefore requesting an early exit since bed rest has been advised for as long as I can manage, which with my rather crowded schedule, is still not as much as the doctors would expect.

Some concerned personnel, attribute this to changed climate conditions, flu like symptoms in the atmosphere during the time of the year, too much lap topping and a delicate immune system. I accept all these, simply because it would be futile to argue against it.

I leave you then with a heavy heart but do hope my condition shall explain amply why this is so short and uninteresting.

My love as ever

Amitabh Bachchan