I have just been observing a great deal of things these days-blame it on my relatively disenthralled mind from studies...or my mind’s perennial pointless round the clock buzzing....again something more or less related to the former fixation only-the mind(Someone had once said,“It is far pleasanter to sit comfortably in the shade rubbing red pepper in a poor devil's eyes than to go about in the sun hunting up evidence”.....and inane application of my mind,I guess is functioning hard to breaking this latter corollary!!!)
While chatting and talking,I am finding it rather easy to continue conversing with cribbing and crying mode 'on' since the counterpart also inevitably has some or the other thing in life to fret upon....Take any topic-be it related to you,your job,politics,corruption or any other damn subject,maximum times....or let me say all the times(unless you are talking to a real saint!!)....you’d find the going getting smoother if anyone amongst the group or the duo has anything worth worrying or getting upset upon.If the other person gives you a great piece of news,you might just congratulate him/her,say 'wow',smash smileys or use different exclamations to show your reaction but hardly you’d have anything to carry on in the dialogue unless you start delivering an account of your stunning anecdote!!
So,we can’t really classify this penchant for pothering and fuss creating chitchat to be amongst the bad set of wonts.They bring so much to gossip and not to forget,are superb source of communication material!!! ;)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
A testimony for me....
Negativity......deep negativity.....profound negativity.....I think this would be the way a sorcerer would actually get started if asked to prophesy about me.....And am also sure that if my mumma happens to be anywhere near listening to this,she’d come forwards fully propitiated with this ideology and would definitely like to seek some more opinions!!That’s how I’m acknowledged at home and may be everywhere else also.Even if I am in my finest spirits blabbing happily but making faces in between,I’d be thought to have got upset again and thereby talking in my usual cribbing mode to a friend.Such is my reputation:( And I can’t really blame anyone since this is the shit I have created around me and I have been decently industrious enough over the past years to steadily have paved my way to winning this great respectability!!!
One of my friend recently asked me to do some affirmative exercises so that I come out of my pessimism-that was to stand before the mirror staring at self...in the eyes....and telling myself that ‘I’m the best’.And like an honest friend,I did that....much to my dismay because all I could see were my growing dark circles under eyes....and all I was left thinking were the ways to curb that!!Such sad have been my renaissance trial stories..... :( ...Koi na,I still believe that this too shall pass.
This is supposedly my very personal diary entry....something I feel I wanted to get out of me to make myself feel good.A bad name,they say,is always worse than the actual bad person.Hey guys...specially people who know me personally,lemme get back to the normal self...If I cry now,it’d be genuine...If I laugh,that’d not be fake as people are used to thinking.....and if I crib....that’s not allowed....but the amount would be gradually tapered down,so kinda permitted for sometime....
Hehe,I can feel like I’m a better person now.... ;)
One of my friend recently asked me to do some affirmative exercises so that I come out of my pessimism-that was to stand before the mirror staring at self...in the eyes....and telling myself that ‘I’m the best’.And like an honest friend,I did that....much to my dismay because all I could see were my growing dark circles under eyes....and all I was left thinking were the ways to curb that!!Such sad have been my renaissance trial stories..... :( ...Koi na,I still believe that this too shall pass.
This is supposedly my very personal diary entry....something I feel I wanted to get out of me to make myself feel good.A bad name,they say,is always worse than the actual bad person.Hey guys...specially people who know me personally,lemme get back to the normal self...If I cry now,it’d be genuine...If I laugh,that’d not be fake as people are used to thinking.....and if I crib....that’s not allowed....but the amount would be gradually tapered down,so kinda permitted for sometime....
Hehe,I can feel like I’m a better person now.... ;)
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Old is gold....
Travelling in Dilli ki prickly garmi is a pain...a kinda sortie in itself which eventually everyone out here has to willingly or unwillingly get adapted to....I mean,somehow,at large, we don’t really have much options to bypass this. Summers are here and are likely to stay for quite a long.I am blabbing all this crap since I just have come back from terrace after a little sojourn there(obviously for a trivia,otherwise I’m not stupid enough to get myself tanned for no reason!!) and can still feel the heat...gradually and thankfully,yes now heat seems to be settling down...:)
Yesterday I went for a short visit to a nursing home, had to basically accompany mummy for visiting two recuperating relatives.Although I was a little reluctant initially since driving in this scorching garmi does not really sound like a ‘cool’ idea specially when you are on a compulsive family coaxing expedition[kidding yaar...]!!!But then I did go and am glad that I went.
Whom I met on my visit were a couple of uncles and aunts,of my grandparents’ age...obviously two generations elder...with such an amazing wit and will for life.I still feel like I lack that needed gist for my vivification.I keep cribbing and gnawing over all possible disapprovals I come across :(....I was amazed with their reckless humour,their tales of youth...and what was modestly common in all of them were their glorification stories!!Seeing them talk things with sparkle in eyes and tinkle in voice like that of the impossibility of the idea of the existence of impossible made me feel like so immature and trivial.They literally showered that energy of childhood which we forget impecuniously in dealing with our daily chores.Most of them...the males were self made retired successful professionals and the females were homemakers who had untiringly worked hard supporting their spouses and nourishing their children...They possibly had everything in life to feel glorious about....Despite having fractured forearm....another with a replaced knee....other with a pacemaker implanted and a bypass done....these people actually had the charisma.No doubt about why old is still called the real gold everywhere.Even I hope to inculcate these values and ideas in me :)
Yesterday I went for a short visit to a nursing home, had to basically accompany mummy for visiting two recuperating relatives.Although I was a little reluctant initially since driving in this scorching garmi does not really sound like a ‘cool’ idea specially when you are on a compulsive family coaxing expedition[kidding yaar...]!!!But then I did go and am glad that I went.
Whom I met on my visit were a couple of uncles and aunts,of my grandparents’ age...obviously two generations elder...with such an amazing wit and will for life.I still feel like I lack that needed gist for my vivification.I keep cribbing and gnawing over all possible disapprovals I come across :(....I was amazed with their reckless humour,their tales of youth...and what was modestly common in all of them were their glorification stories!!Seeing them talk things with sparkle in eyes and tinkle in voice like that of the impossibility of the idea of the existence of impossible made me feel like so immature and trivial.They literally showered that energy of childhood which we forget impecuniously in dealing with our daily chores.Most of them...the males were self made retired successful professionals and the females were homemakers who had untiringly worked hard supporting their spouses and nourishing their children...They possibly had everything in life to feel glorious about....Despite having fractured forearm....another with a replaced knee....other with a pacemaker implanted and a bypass done....these people actually had the charisma.No doubt about why old is still called the real gold everywhere.Even I hope to inculcate these values and ideas in me :)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Newspaper Pedagogics!!!!
Not many people…not many of the times...would appreciate the general nuisances a newspaper offers....which can obviously very obscurely also become a matter of derision and amusement if we get into the habit of extracting out the juice from it suiting our convenience.....
From being mere caricatures of frivolous mud-slinging by politicians(where television does a far better job, replete with unusual unearthly poignant expressions!!)Example for today- “Mayawati Aunty"-supposedly alleging other political parties to be scheming out an assassination attack on her to keep her out from winning.Aunty paleez!!Take a chill-pill.Atleast honour the ‘Z’ security you are being wastefully bestowed upon with,as if everyone is left out with this sole work(though it sounds tempting enough!!!!)...yeah,we were talking of papers right.I almost got half senti talking about her ;)......they offer loads of other suprema as well....Catering from the hullabaloo associated with the second phase of Assembly elections....towards quoting one dullard’s statement about how she feels that the Congress government failed to replicate what they had promised but still she'd vote in it's favour because her husband has asked her so.Wonder whether her hubby is a Congressi.I mean this is weird....Anywaz....swaying to Madam Celina Jaitley getting hatemails for her stand in favour of gay rights[possibly one worth mentioning thing,she must have been doing since she entered Bollywood] and SRK being called a megalomaniac owner of a team by allegedly his unknown blogger extraplayer of the team.......to interviewing Narendra Modi[which has really impressed me today.This man sounds smart though I donno how much this fervid politician blood can be trusted upon.].......driving past business fundas and news which every time I try understanding makes me feel like digging my head deep under mud in futility!!!
But after all this assortment of tidings which almost fills you with all the kinds of emoticons possible,they sometimes teach you some good things about life too....like I learnt today to why be grateful to almost everything around....and feel this gratitude for every ‘x’ thing taking place....I am learning...I’d rather behave censoriously now in my not-so-very preposterous way....;) !!!!
From being mere caricatures of frivolous mud-slinging by politicians(where television does a far better job, replete with unusual unearthly poignant expressions!!)Example for today- “Mayawati Aunty"-supposedly alleging other political parties to be scheming out an assassination attack on her to keep her out from winning.Aunty paleez!!Take a chill-pill.Atleast honour the ‘Z’ security you are being wastefully bestowed upon with,as if everyone is left out with this sole work(though it sounds tempting enough!!!!)...yeah,we were talking of papers right.I almost got half senti talking about her ;)......they offer loads of other suprema as well....Catering from the hullabaloo associated with the second phase of Assembly elections....towards quoting one dullard’s statement about how she feels that the Congress government failed to replicate what they had promised but still she'd vote in it's favour because her husband has asked her so.Wonder whether her hubby is a Congressi.I mean this is weird....Anywaz....swaying to Madam Celina Jaitley getting hatemails for her stand in favour of gay rights[possibly one worth mentioning thing,she must have been doing since she entered Bollywood] and SRK being called a megalomaniac owner of a team by allegedly his unknown blogger extraplayer of the team.......to interviewing Narendra Modi[which has really impressed me today.This man sounds smart though I donno how much this fervid politician blood can be trusted upon.].......driving past business fundas and news which every time I try understanding makes me feel like digging my head deep under mud in futility!!!
But after all this assortment of tidings which almost fills you with all the kinds of emoticons possible,they sometimes teach you some good things about life too....like I learnt today to why be grateful to almost everything around....and feel this gratitude for every ‘x’ thing taking place....I am learning...I’d rather behave censoriously now in my not-so-very preposterous way....;) !!!!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Campaign for "No Criminals" in politics
With elections around the corner{the first phase already being over}, the onus of a responsible selection of candidates to this term's Parliament is on us.The time has come when each of us must candidly assume the accountability of electing people who have no criminal history.Such people have been a menace to the honest working of our administration,so should be wiped off our history pages as swiftly as possible.
Let's all pledge to participate in this "No Criminal Campaign" and bring about a much needed amendment without which governance becomes a mere mockery.Check out more on http://www.nocriminals.org/
Let's all pledge to participate in this "No Criminal Campaign" and bring about a much needed amendment without which governance becomes a mere mockery.Check out more on http://www.nocriminals.org/
Genda Phool
The song "Genda phool" from Dilli-6 has become such a regular on television and FM radio[it's still topping the charts :)..]despite the fact that it's been quite a number of weeks since the movie was released.....but infact,it's always fun to catch it any number of times...A.R. Rehmann seems to be at one of his ardent best in giving this movie's music....
My mumma generally does not happen to appreciate the recent cadre of music but surprisingly, she almost goes gaga everytime she hears this one.I'm quite a regular in swithching over radio in the morning time[much to the annoyance of mummy who prefers counting on some spiritual numbers....but she,I guess understands how stubborn our generation is!!!!]..
By chance,we got into discussing this song's relevance,the lyrics appeared to be smart and poignant but we couldn't really decipher what this 'genda phool' thing is all about.Thanks to the net search,now we know how smart a poet's{Prasoon Joshi} mind can be.Genda phool refers to how a marigold is beautiful to look at but has no fragrance as such, the word is intended as a humorous look at in laws:))
Seems to be an interesting search, I must say....I have no idea but mummy seems to be reluctantly conceding to the idea;)....Papa listening ;)??????
Check it out again...it's amazing....:)
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyJdIEUkg
My mumma generally does not happen to appreciate the recent cadre of music but surprisingly, she almost goes gaga everytime she hears this one.I'm quite a regular in swithching over radio in the morning time[much to the annoyance of mummy who prefers counting on some spiritual numbers....but she,I guess understands how stubborn our generation is!!!!]..
By chance,we got into discussing this song's relevance,the lyrics appeared to be smart and poignant but we couldn't really decipher what this 'genda phool' thing is all about.Thanks to the net search,now we know how smart a poet's{Prasoon Joshi} mind can be.Genda phool refers to how a marigold is beautiful to look at but has no fragrance as such, the word is intended as a humorous look at in laws:))
Seems to be an interesting search, I must say....I have no idea but mummy seems to be reluctantly conceding to the idea;)....Papa listening ;)??????
Check it out again...it's amazing....:)
http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jjXyJdIEUkg
Kick start for the day......
It's morning....and quite an early morning....something out of my daily rut...since I can still listen to the chutter-mutter chirping of the birds.....no hustle-bustle seems to have started around though it'll start taking turns by the time I probably post it.
Momma has been asking me to get this early rising habit back...I guess it'll come up gradually as I get on to joining some PG work next month.She was true,it seems rather serene this time....and cool too...;)best time to forget afternoon's blow...
Had just been going through some work,came across this...One of my friend always cites this whenever I flounder and feel like giving up.... "Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"
hehe....That's excellent...It has made my day...Thanks dost....:)
Momma has been asking me to get this early rising habit back...I guess it'll come up gradually as I get on to joining some PG work next month.She was true,it seems rather serene this time....and cool too...;)best time to forget afternoon's blow...
Had just been going through some work,came across this...One of my friend always cites this whenever I flounder and feel like giving up.... "Let me tell you something you already know. The world ain't all sunshine and rainbows. It is a very mean and nasty place and I don't care how tough you are, it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain't about how hard you hit; it's about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward. How much you can take, and keep moving forward. That's how winning is done. Now, if you know what you're worth, then go out and get what you're worth. But you gotta be willing to take the hit, and not pointing fingers saying you ain't where you are because of him, or her, or anybody. Cowards do that and that ain't you. You're better than that!"
hehe....That's excellent...It has made my day...Thanks dost....:)
Monday, April 20, 2009
India School Fund-an appreciable enterprise....
Education and Life skills training are the two most powerful instruments for reducing poverty and inequality.These are vital to enhance India’s competitiveness in the global economy. Therefore, ensuring access to quality education for all, in particular for the poor and rural population, is central to the economic and social development of India.
Trailing the path on similar tenets,realizing the importance of imbibition of basic education in Indian population,specially in remote and rural places, a couple of years back, several young students from Harvard Business School,Boston,USA took the plunge to make a difference in the existing deplorable scenario in a small village in Uttar Pradesh in Mathura district called Rajugella and founded an organization called India School Fund.
India School Fund is a non-profit making organization which aims at providing sustained community-based education to sunder the iniquitous cycle of poverty[despite the rich abundance of natural resources in this place], illiteracy and the resultant bashfulness.The organization takes a pragmatic approach to fulfilling its objectives by drawing strength from powerful community participation and institutional networks, as well as business techniques with non-profit objectives, creating a resolute headway towards making a sustainable impact in the education sector in India.
ISF initiative has devised a five-step approach to scaling sustainable social and economic changes. The first step is to provide relevant primary education and basic health care to community members under the Fund’s target audience canopy. Second, to expand the ISF program to surrounding villages and engage new (and larger) communities. Thirdly, to develop middle school and vocational training programs in the interest of elongating and diversifying educational opportunities available. Fourth, to provide community members access to financial and business opportunities. Lastly, to replicate and differentiate existing educational “clusters” in other rural areas of India.
They have been making steady endeavours yielding fruitful results,have synergised with South Asia Business Association (SABA) for fundraising and developed alliance with Rishi Valley Institute for Education Resources (RIVER) who are experts in rural education and Round Table India (RTI) for construction purposes.
The main hope of a nation lies in the proper education of its youth.Largely,ISF has been a great success story sincerely making a difference. To know more about the organization or to help or donate or volunteer in it's activities,do visit their webpage http://indiaschoolfund.org/
Trailing the path on similar tenets,realizing the importance of imbibition of basic education in Indian population,specially in remote and rural places, a couple of years back, several young students from Harvard Business School,Boston,USA took the plunge to make a difference in the existing deplorable scenario in a small village in Uttar Pradesh in Mathura district called Rajugella and founded an organization called India School Fund.
India School Fund is a non-profit making organization which aims at providing sustained community-based education to sunder the iniquitous cycle of poverty[despite the rich abundance of natural resources in this place], illiteracy and the resultant bashfulness.The organization takes a pragmatic approach to fulfilling its objectives by drawing strength from powerful community participation and institutional networks, as well as business techniques with non-profit objectives, creating a resolute headway towards making a sustainable impact in the education sector in India.
ISF initiative has devised a five-step approach to scaling sustainable social and economic changes. The first step is to provide relevant primary education and basic health care to community members under the Fund’s target audience canopy. Second, to expand the ISF program to surrounding villages and engage new (and larger) communities. Thirdly, to develop middle school and vocational training programs in the interest of elongating and diversifying educational opportunities available. Fourth, to provide community members access to financial and business opportunities. Lastly, to replicate and differentiate existing educational “clusters” in other rural areas of India.
They have been making steady endeavours yielding fruitful results,have synergised with South Asia Business Association (SABA) for fundraising and developed alliance with Rishi Valley Institute for Education Resources (RIVER) who are experts in rural education and Round Table India (RTI) for construction purposes.
The main hope of a nation lies in the proper education of its youth.Largely,ISF has been a great success story sincerely making a difference. To know more about the organization or to help or donate or volunteer in it's activities,do visit their webpage http://indiaschoolfund.org/
Sunday, April 19, 2009
The underdogs seem to be swinging well....Good Luck
I am right now in mixed emotions...and I'm liking that.My friend turned foe...haha...the Kolkata Knight Riders are doing pathetically.Amazing fielding-apt bowling by Deccan Chargers helped them haul KKR's top batting order.Seeing McCullum leaving at 1 was a treat though I'd have had loved him getting out at duck.Watching Ganguly struggling was disappointing since I am a great fan of his but to see SRK and Buchuanan in miserable moods is a delicacy and an eye soothener for sure.
I know I'm acting like an overzealous pervert but I hardly have qualms.Lemme get back to seeing some interesting knockouts by DC before the first innings get finally over...Good luck Deccan Chargers...Am all to support the underdogs this time...:)
I know I'm acting like an overzealous pervert but I hardly have qualms.Lemme get back to seeing some interesting knockouts by DC before the first innings get finally over...Good luck Deccan Chargers...Am all to support the underdogs this time...:)
With age comes the wisdom ;)
As we complete a course or are on the verge of starting afresh with a new one, loads of thoughts start encompassing our mind…and we in their effluence slowly drift away and sometimes start surveilling our past…
I am about to join as a post graduation student(in a month’s time due to some administration delays) and so have a lot of free time to pamper my conscience…I see myself having wasted a lot of time cribbing about the course, which I could have utilized in some better work (like doing this writing a little earlier)…
For all the five and a half years of M.B.B.S., me, my friends and virtually everyone in my class kept complaining about the peculiarly long duration of this course & kept targetting god’s benevolence of why he let us enter this hell… Had we not get selected, we might have felt dejected for sometime but then would have exalted in some other profession (after all, we are the cream of India!!!! just to satiate our ego!!)…. often we would end up comparing us with engineers who complete their course earlier, study less (our mind was set over this matter, since we egoists thought ourselves to be doing the most Herculean task!!), get placed earlier and hence supposedly become independent before we do…
Oh my god, I want to quit this habitude of mine & look I’m back at expatiating the whole weird thing…. Sometimes, I wonder whether it is only the fear of supposedly prolonged hard labour or only the thought of earning less (my dad does not agree; so I keep telling him to consider my relatively young age also….which I know is old relative to my counterparts in other professions with my kinda job experience!!!!!!!) that keeps me disparaging this profession.
But,as said by everyone-“With age comes the wisdom”.With time,even I have come out of this immature cocoon around me and have realized the futility of my frustrations.The nobility and the honour associated with this profession [and the increment in salaries after the 6th pay commission ;)],as has been made to be acknowledged by the laymen around have been pretty satisfying.So,I have resolved to atleast not fret over my past for now and if you guyz see me doing that,please remind me about the same ;)
I am about to join as a post graduation student(in a month’s time due to some administration delays) and so have a lot of free time to pamper my conscience…I see myself having wasted a lot of time cribbing about the course, which I could have utilized in some better work (like doing this writing a little earlier)…
For all the five and a half years of M.B.B.S., me, my friends and virtually everyone in my class kept complaining about the peculiarly long duration of this course & kept targetting god’s benevolence of why he let us enter this hell… Had we not get selected, we might have felt dejected for sometime but then would have exalted in some other profession (after all, we are the cream of India!!!! just to satiate our ego!!)…. often we would end up comparing us with engineers who complete their course earlier, study less (our mind was set over this matter, since we egoists thought ourselves to be doing the most Herculean task!!), get placed earlier and hence supposedly become independent before we do…
Oh my god, I want to quit this habitude of mine & look I’m back at expatiating the whole weird thing…. Sometimes, I wonder whether it is only the fear of supposedly prolonged hard labour or only the thought of earning less (my dad does not agree; so I keep telling him to consider my relatively young age also….which I know is old relative to my counterparts in other professions with my kinda job experience!!!!!!!) that keeps me disparaging this profession.
But,as said by everyone-“With age comes the wisdom”.With time,even I have come out of this immature cocoon around me and have realized the futility of my frustrations.The nobility and the honour associated with this profession [and the increment in salaries after the 6th pay commission ;)],as has been made to be acknowledged by the laymen around have been pretty satisfying.So,I have resolved to atleast not fret over my past for now and if you guyz see me doing that,please remind me about the same ;)
It ain't over till it's over
The last season’s second lowest ranker team Royal Challengers Bangalore set up a great show yesterday putting to halt the 'speculations' of the world in favour of Rajasthan Royals victory.Even I was convinced about the RR win after watching the slow first innings[I missed a great deal of Dravid’s batting, may be I’d not have had presumed things otherwise!!!].The uncertainty and unpredictability in sports,specially in Cricket(since it’s watched by most of us in maximum proportions!) is worth learning a life’s lesson from.
In life,lately I have been realizing[I know I’m rather slow at extracting the nuisances of life;)!!]that the story doesn’t end till it’s read all over completely.The beauty of life lies in the fact that it can turn dices,move knights in whosever’s favour even at the zth sec of the critical hour.It ain’t over till it’s over.We just can’t dwell over any conscience,any assumption,any opportunity,any foretelling at any point of time till we have finally got the results.Whatever we call it-destiny or luck,be it the desired way or the despondent way,the game is not over until we have sprinted in the last second,witnessed that and recorded that.Till that time the labour is all ours and in the end,decision is all his….;))
In life,lately I have been realizing[I know I’m rather slow at extracting the nuisances of life;)!!]that the story doesn’t end till it’s read all over completely.The beauty of life lies in the fact that it can turn dices,move knights in whosever’s favour even at the zth sec of the critical hour.It ain’t over till it’s over.We just can’t dwell over any conscience,any assumption,any opportunity,any foretelling at any point of time till we have finally got the results.Whatever we call it-destiny or luck,be it the desired way or the despondent way,the game is not over until we have sprinted in the last second,witnessed that and recorded that.Till that time the labour is all ours and in the end,decision is all his….;))
Saturday, April 18, 2009
IPL-a sigh of relief!!!
With Mumbai Indians already having won the first game of this season of the much awaited Indian Premier League and the last year champs Rajasthan Royals seemingly playing prosperously enough to appearing triumphant{unless the Royal Challengers Bangalore fight back stupendously},the euphoria associated keeps getting my eyes pitched up but there is a little hitch whenever I try doing a little time pass scanning news channels amid the advertisement breaks, for all you have on these numerous channels are the flashing headlines of the dirty dissension of our honorable politicians over each others’ acts.
As a child,I would many a times be amused with the idea of how administration works and sometimes, I’d even think of reforming the whole nation if bestowed with some similar powers.No offences since as children,we rather dream much high naively not realising how creepy the world is.The constant rattle of the people involved in politics have made this science supposedly nothing more than ‘Scatology’.
The idea or the mere coincidence of the two big events occurring together is a welcome relief to the sourly mind of people like me atleast, who are rather tired with the continuous strife of these multipartite sick minded creatures.
Kudos to the IPL administration for not canceling or postponing this event :)
As a child,I would many a times be amused with the idea of how administration works and sometimes, I’d even think of reforming the whole nation if bestowed with some similar powers.No offences since as children,we rather dream much high naively not realising how creepy the world is.The constant rattle of the people involved in politics have made this science supposedly nothing more than ‘Scatology’.
The idea or the mere coincidence of the two big events occurring together is a welcome relief to the sourly mind of people like me atleast, who are rather tired with the continuous strife of these multipartite sick minded creatures.
Kudos to the IPL administration for not canceling or postponing this event :)
Whatever happens,happens for the good :)
Oh!!!!! We poor lady doctors!!!!! The society has always ill treated women and we, the cream of the society (take it as a satiating bit) too have not been acquitted from this disparity. Forget about the species specific side effects that we as females have to face, the genera specific disadvantages- the penalty of being a "supposedly" weaker sex in this profession is also not left much behind; though the definitions this time are related to a different discrepancy…. I’ll just come to that.
We grow up all through our four and a half years of MBBS with our stethoscopes and white coats with the boys at par (not really writing ‘following’ as the statistics say!!!) to one day being addressed finally with the prefix “doctor” in our internship (believe me…. the only yearning of maximum people who enter this profession is the fancy attached to this prefix…my interviewing has revealed so followed next by identical parents’ line of work). The boys do achieve this felicity soon but unfortunately we are left in the rear being referred to as “sisters” every time (the word is used for nurses basically!!!!!!!!) Hmmmm…it might sound hilarious but ya, in a government hospital, most young female docs (with even their doc calling accessories on) are addressed 'sisters' by the patients and their relatives; often to the advantage of male nurses and ward boys who end up being called doctors by these jobbernowls.
I am being very veridical and not really telling this crap (or lemme call it a fact only!!!!) to vie against men folk. No special motive behind since I sincerely think that all those reading it here will (hopefully!!) not mistake calling us ‘sister’ in hospitals. Nevertheless something happened today in wards, which has been making me feel elated over this whole issue. My male Postgraduate doc was called “bhaisahab” by a patient. You might think what a big deal!!!! Sigh!!! Thankfully we are used to be calling sisters, had this not been there, who knows we might have landed up being called “bahenjis” every time…
So the coin has always two different sides. This whole desultory thought made me realize one thing that happens to be the redeemer of every drowning soul –behind every dark cloud, there actually lies a silver lining!!!!!
P.S. This is a part of my internship experience written during my Pediatrics rotation.
We grow up all through our four and a half years of MBBS with our stethoscopes and white coats with the boys at par (not really writing ‘following’ as the statistics say!!!) to one day being addressed finally with the prefix “doctor” in our internship (believe me…. the only yearning of maximum people who enter this profession is the fancy attached to this prefix…my interviewing has revealed so followed next by identical parents’ line of work). The boys do achieve this felicity soon but unfortunately we are left in the rear being referred to as “sisters” every time (the word is used for nurses basically!!!!!!!!) Hmmmm…it might sound hilarious but ya, in a government hospital, most young female docs (with even their doc calling accessories on) are addressed 'sisters' by the patients and their relatives; often to the advantage of male nurses and ward boys who end up being called doctors by these jobbernowls.
I am being very veridical and not really telling this crap (or lemme call it a fact only!!!!) to vie against men folk. No special motive behind since I sincerely think that all those reading it here will (hopefully!!) not mistake calling us ‘sister’ in hospitals. Nevertheless something happened today in wards, which has been making me feel elated over this whole issue. My male Postgraduate doc was called “bhaisahab” by a patient. You might think what a big deal!!!! Sigh!!! Thankfully we are used to be calling sisters, had this not been there, who knows we might have landed up being called “bahenjis” every time…
So the coin has always two different sides. This whole desultory thought made me realize one thing that happens to be the redeemer of every drowning soul –behind every dark cloud, there actually lies a silver lining!!!!!
P.S. This is a part of my internship experience written during my Pediatrics rotation.
An "Experience" out of monetary prejudice!!!
Somebody who once said that “The purpose of life,after all,is to live it,to experience it to the upmost,to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experiences” must have had surely not been reconvening over some not so cool experiences….After all,the term ‘experience’ in itself encompasses a multi-array of adventure, fun, drollery, fret, melancholy, angst and a whole lot enumeration that can probably just keep going on.Each experience with the entwining of mind’s reckless thought process leaves you teaching a new lesson or atleast making you think over a little deeper.
This Wednesday afternoon,with my intuition already scrambling in favour of something bad happening, I went to Patel Chest,Delhi University for completion of my postgraduation programme joining formalities.I parked my car outside it,just as I always did before, and for precaution asked my friend’s driver to heed it and inform me if anything goes wrong. Murphy’s Law, it seemed,had set to prove itself right that day only.
After a little while,I got a call from the driver informing me that my car had been towed away.My clairvoyance was working which I would have had preferred remaining in dumps,atleast for this one.Quitting the work, me and my friend ran down seven odd floors and travelled some 2 kms amidst narrow lanes and traffic to reach Sabzi Mandi P.S. to catch hold of my car,again little knowing about how the arcanum goes and just praying not to get dodged of money for this trivia.What an experience we were chanting,since experience is usually the name everyone gives to their mistakes and I sincerely do affirm to that.
Some minutes after,we were negotiating under the sun over the amount[bribe] to get my car released,giving all genre of excuses which we people,as doctors,are accustomed to whenever caught violating the traffic norms.And that’s why we even keep our stethoscopes and white coats handy most of the times to prove our point.Alas,this time I didn’t have them.Starting from Rs. 1500,he descended down to Rs.300 which was something to be cheerful about.Afterall who doesn’t want saving some extra bucks in the time of recession.And everyone is of same religion when it comes to money.
While driving down back,I did rue a little for two entirely opposite things which might sound hilarious.One,on not being able to save those 300 bucks.I guess,I could have bargained more :).Second,on a more serious note thinking that today I acted like someone who supported a corruptive malpractice which I am condemning in my usual social circle most of the times.I know ethically what I did was wrong but truly speaking,even despite that I don’t see myself strong enough to be acting the other way if the misfortune strikes again.
Paying bribes to get our work done has become a matter of convenience for middle class people like me,an almost incorrigible habit.And may be a food for greediness or avarice for upper class officials and politicians.And there seems to be no respite,to we almost being ‘towed’ towards this chagrin which is sad indeed.
This Wednesday afternoon,with my intuition already scrambling in favour of something bad happening, I went to Patel Chest,Delhi University for completion of my postgraduation programme joining formalities.I parked my car outside it,just as I always did before, and for precaution asked my friend’s driver to heed it and inform me if anything goes wrong. Murphy’s Law, it seemed,had set to prove itself right that day only.
After a little while,I got a call from the driver informing me that my car had been towed away.My clairvoyance was working which I would have had preferred remaining in dumps,atleast for this one.Quitting the work, me and my friend ran down seven odd floors and travelled some 2 kms amidst narrow lanes and traffic to reach Sabzi Mandi P.S. to catch hold of my car,again little knowing about how the arcanum goes and just praying not to get dodged of money for this trivia.What an experience we were chanting,since experience is usually the name everyone gives to their mistakes and I sincerely do affirm to that.
Some minutes after,we were negotiating under the sun over the amount[bribe] to get my car released,giving all genre of excuses which we people,as doctors,are accustomed to whenever caught violating the traffic norms.And that’s why we even keep our stethoscopes and white coats handy most of the times to prove our point.Alas,this time I didn’t have them.Starting from Rs. 1500,he descended down to Rs.300 which was something to be cheerful about.Afterall who doesn’t want saving some extra bucks in the time of recession.And everyone is of same religion when it comes to money.
While driving down back,I did rue a little for two entirely opposite things which might sound hilarious.One,on not being able to save those 300 bucks.I guess,I could have bargained more :).Second,on a more serious note thinking that today I acted like someone who supported a corruptive malpractice which I am condemning in my usual social circle most of the times.I know ethically what I did was wrong but truly speaking,even despite that I don’t see myself strong enough to be acting the other way if the misfortune strikes again.
Paying bribes to get our work done has become a matter of convenience for middle class people like me,an almost incorrigible habit.And may be a food for greediness or avarice for upper class officials and politicians.And there seems to be no respite,to we almost being ‘towed’ towards this chagrin which is sad indeed.
No KKR for me without Ganguly's captaincy
Cricket has always been my love….I affirm that I can’t play it well,may be not even appreciate the strokes and cuts properly…but since Sourav Ganguly took over the reins of Indian Cricket team in 2002,I almost followed every match of India closely.I give full credit to this maestro to actually getting the “Team India” together…and most probably,except for a handful of silly Australians,no-one would refute this supreme assertion.Thanks to his aggressive and no nonsense game approach,India could create some history chapters worth turning over again and again.
Taking off captaincy of Kolkata Knight Riders from him and giving it to Brendon McCullum has come up as a blow to my sentiments…and I really do dislike Shahrukh Khan and hate John Buchanan for that.It’s hard to assimilate the interim politics these people are playing,almost keeping Ganguly unaware of this dirty play.
Hope the Riders lose all the matches this season and I shift my allegiance to Daredevils.
Taking off captaincy of Kolkata Knight Riders from him and giving it to Brendon McCullum has come up as a blow to my sentiments…and I really do dislike Shahrukh Khan and hate John Buchanan for that.It’s hard to assimilate the interim politics these people are playing,almost keeping Ganguly unaware of this dirty play.
Hope the Riders lose all the matches this season and I shift my allegiance to Daredevils.
The take off.....
Dilemmas seem to have become an eternal part of my existence…a part of my intangible existence.Even a start up seemingly goes through the thought process of so much ineffectual evaluation that almost everything gets deferred to a point of annoyance and discontent.
So,this time,I have decided to refrain myself from every such belittling thing and to make sure to use this superfluous time of mine to it’s best….by supposedly extending my realm in the world of technology to the blogger’s arena.Cool idea,now I’d be seen at places other than the social networking sites also:)
So,this time,I have decided to refrain myself from every such belittling thing and to make sure to use this superfluous time of mine to it’s best….by supposedly extending my realm in the world of technology to the blogger’s arena.Cool idea,now I’d be seen at places other than the social networking sites also:)
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