My problem had started a few months ago, I brushed it off saying, I was stressed out, I wasnt eating enough, but as time passed by it seemed to get bigger and bigger(or should I say thinner and thinner!!!).My husband started to notice too, it was all over the place.He was getting frustrated, said it irritated him.I was lost, there was no way to go.What do I do, who can help me, these thoughts were racing in my mind, my eyes landed on a pic, in comments section of a blog.

He looked to me as my saviour. I read all his blogs, in the process got to know he lost his everything and was slowly rebuilding, I thought  "Not true", he dint lose everything, there it was for everyone to see, his thick hair.He had what I was losing!!! I stop being judgemental and dig thru this blogs and yes I find it , my bible, the blessing in disguise of a blog.I was now sure he was the one who would solve my problems with a 'downwards and  anti-clockwise stroke'.He warned "It is difficult though, and requires some practice", I was all geared up and finally achieved  the (in)famous stroke.My hair stopped falling, I mean on the ground, now stick to the comb(a wide toothed) but they dare not fall.

This man has influenced me much more than I thought.I was a convert, the religion by the way is called Ixedocism. It was after I read this ,my husband was startled to see me talking to my neighbours cat, I was there sitting on the sofa and it was sitting at the balcony door listening intently to what I was saying and in between opening its mouth to its maximum size as if to say "I know what you mean".My husband shooed the cat away and asked whats going on, I said , it was my new way of life. Doc, has once written about what a bird told him, now I was striking a conversation with a cat hoping it will tell something too.(You never know until you try, aint it?)

At another time, I almost went around inviting my neighbours to the funeral of the cockroach I accidentally killed in the kitchen.(Love for animals he preached) That did it.My husband, decided to take the matter in his  hands.Norton's parental control tool was installed in our home computer.Sulekha.com was banned.I was monitored, he would always have an eye on me, lest the neighbours call 911 to report an insane neighbour.

I wasnt ready to give up, Nargis had once said in one of her blogs "People are ready to  die, kill for the religion but not live for it"(or something that sounded like this).Well I was going to live for my new religion. At work, I stayed past the office hours to read doc's blogs, some of them by now I know by heart. I started taking the print outs and would read them again and again in the bus, train, tram.(there have been days when I missed my stop when I was reading doc's blogs).There seem to be a message in every blog, which was evident only after you read it over and over again.Now I know why Bunty, just had to do it, I mean, visit Doc.And a un-named sister  has done it too .

My hubby dear found me looking for tickets to mangalore on makemytrip.com. He asked "why to mangalore", well I had decided to live for my new religion, so living included lying too, so I said "I just figured its cheaper if we go to Mangalore, and then to ....". "Really" he said and walked away. I sighed in relief. I had made up my mind, I had to go to mangalore no matter what. Next day, I grab my purse to get the credit card to book my ticket and what do I find, no credit cards, my atm card was gone too,it was confiscated by my husband I realise.Then I re-read my favorite blog  ."Alone, isolated, abandoned, lost, and searching for what I know not, I go on." that was my message, I shall go on, I say to myself with a resolve

While I was fighting my own battles trying to follow my new found religion, a news hit me hard. The doc was leaving. I was shocked. In comments, people had pleaded, requested, begged not to leave.The sulekhadom wouldnt be the same , the lot said.I was short of words, I couldnt comment, how can I, the prophet of my new religion was leaving. I prayed day and night, to the God via my new religion, I spoke to all birds, spiders, dogs I saw, hoping that rigorous following of my religion will bring him back.And see what my faith did. Doc was back and ofcourse with a bang and the preachings continue.

These days I am a little secretive about my new religion, dont discuss it, read the messages(I mean blogs) at work, keep the print outs under my pillow.My husband is under the illusion that I re-gained my sanity and no longer visit sulekha.He thinks its his love thats the reason for my new found happiness and glow on the face, but little does he know my loyalty to my new religion.

NOTE: They say idle brain is devils workshop, it proved right, and above is the piece of work of my idle brain on a unfruitful friday afternoon. No offense meant to no-one.If in part or totality of the above writing hurts/offends anyone, please take it with a pinch of salt(sugar is ok if you prefer).