The Tonsillitis Effect

Tis a sad day in bloggersville today. His AwSMness’ AwSMness has been compromised. He was feeling on top of the world. Untouchable. No worries, no problems, perfect life and all. And being the smart ass that he is, he blogged about it, gloated about it. Even Wrote a poem about it. And right on cue, like clockwork, an old nemesis who was lurking in the shadows seemingly too weak to conjure an attack, STRUCK. Mr Tonsillitis Is Back. And he s better than ever. And now as a result, our hero’s singing career has come to an abrupt HALT.

Mr Tonsillitis’ return to power was a gradual, well-schemed, well-thought out process. He knew His AwsmNess inside out. Their past historic trysts saw to it. HIS tendency to consume cold elixirs to combat thirst and tiredness – the very elixirs which strengthened Tonsillitis with every gulp, HIS contempt for the medicine man and his spells (read doctor’s prescription) which ensured that though down Tonsillitis was never Out. And thus our main protagonist slowly but surely started tying the knot around his own neck.

It all started quite innocuously enough that fateful Tuesday night. HE was out and about with his comrades painting the town red, blue, purple…all the colours of the rainbow as only he could. And then out of the corner of his eye, HE caught a glimpse of his Kryptonite. A substance so dangerous yet so tempting that even His AwSMness couldn’t control himself. How was HE to know that the bright yellow tinge it radiated would soon be the glow taken up by his tonsils. Who could blame HIM, after all many an immortal has fallen victim to the temptation of the nectar of the Gods ie ButterScotch Ice Cream. All HE wished for was to merely taste that divine treat once. But one scoop lead to another and then another and after our hero had consumed 4 scoops of the scrumptious delicacy, HE regretfully decided to call it a night. All seemed well in AwSM land.

But the very next morn, the first of many tell tale signs surfaced. His Awsmness’ regular routine of a David Cook “Lie” rendition while showering had to be prematurely stopped coz HIS falsetto cracked up and gave way. Unusual but our lad was hardly perturbed. Too dense to realize the severity of the incident, our hero hummed his way to work. And there at work, whilst in conversation with his fellow mortal colleagues, a sudden severe surge lit his temple alight. Not one to show weakness, our brave knight simply brushed it aside and got back to HIS spellbound colleagues. Even though by dusk HIS whole being radiated heat, which would’ve put the human torch to shame, our hero soldiered on merely considering it as excessive AwSMness oozing out of HIS system. But when AwSMness started dripping its way out of his nose, HE got worried.

But by then it was too late, the pain of a thousand needles had pricked HIS being all over and as HE helplessly gazed into the mirror, he saw HIM. HIS foe, HIS nemesis – Mr Tonsillitis was staring right back at him, grinning from ear to ear, more powerful than HE last remembered HIM being. Trapped, Cornered and with nowhere to go, our hero walked slowly, tentatively to HIS royal chamber resigning himself to HIS fate. Alas the prophecy offered little hope anyways :-

“….either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...”.

OK OK…long dramatic story Short. I have tonsillitis. And as it is summer sale season, it comes along with a gift pack consisting of body pain, fever and severe headache. But then if I said it any other way, you wouldn’t have found it even remotely interesting. So there :D.

Now lets see some sympathy people. Oh btw writing in third person is fun :D

PS :HIS, HE refers to His AwSMness which refers to Urs Truly In 3rd Person. :D
HIM refers to Mr Tonsillitis.