when the going gets tough!

This time I mean my title "literally". Yes, I've fractured my right foot.

As a kid I was always fascinated on seeing any one plastered. They symbolized a heroic act for me. I regarded them to be brave-hearts. I had always wished myself being wrapped under the POP(as my prescription read, Plaster Of Paris. Don't ask why is it Paris and not Patna) And now, here I am with my right leg gracing a 12 inches POP, right from my toes until my calf muscle. :-)

Last Saturday morning, I twisted my right ankle badly enough while running backwards during a game of football. Whole of my right foot went perpendicular to the ground, leaving it heavily loaded. I could sense the "crannkkk..", the typical fracture symptom as I was told. I was on the floor, in deep pain. Funnily though the football was good 10 yards away from me while the mishap took place, and I'm considered to be injured while playing football. :-) But little did I expect it to be a fracture of this magnitude as I was up and walking around the ground in a jiffy. I'm very sure the poor fracture deserved a better foot baller than me. ;)

I was really enjoying myself with what ever I played, be it Cricket, football or table tennis. Now I can't play any of those for the next 3 months. What I had liked doing the most is being snatched from me. I'll have to limp my way for the next month or so, with the lines below ringing in my head (gracefully picked from a bolly flick)

"Jaan sasti ho gayi hain aur jeena mehanga....."