Mincing Words - Not !!

Hello everyone! The stimulus to write this particular piece came to me from a situation in which my wild style had landed me. Here I talk about a particular point which comes in everyone's life. A STAGE SET TO FAIL  Yes, a stage set to fail. When we wake up in the morning we never think of the surprises which are about to come our way in the course of the next twenty-four hours. Mostly, we never anticipate events of the day i.e. how will they unfold? What new changes will they bring in our life? What will be the consequences of those particular events in our future life? We always feel comfortable in assuming that everything will be fine and if a problem comes it will be tackled to the best of our abilities. This is how we live our lives with our eyes and minds closed. Still, there are times when our work, our ego, our ethics are challenged. There are times when for no fault of our we are trapped in a situation which builds up a stage on which we are ...

The idea behind this piece is my nervousness. Most of the times when I write it is about some thought, an idea which had come to me or some observation which I might have made some time ago. Today I thought of writing in the real-time i.e. writing when I am feeling it. By 'it' I mean the feeling which has encouraged me to write is right here sitting in my head and making me think things. Let me start with a question. Has it ever happened to you that someone you like a lot is always around you, sits around you for the most part of the day? Sometimes conversing with you, sometimes ignoring you and sometimes trying to notice you while you are not looking? It has happened to me many times, mostly because I really start liking and trusting people pretty soon. Most of the times I just assume that the other person would be good to me if I am honest, straightforward and clear about my ideas, thoughts and feeling in some cases. Well, to say it, in other words, my life has been ...

Recently I experienced a loss of someone very close to me. Although it made me extremely sad but also made me think about things. Things like what is life? What are we doing every day i.e. while we are at work or just sitting around and chatting with a friend or are watching a movie in a theatre/home or just hitting the pub at odd timings and coming back late on a Saturday Night? Yeah, I know there are many other things which we do apart from the things which I have mentioned but I thought I would list the most common and generic ways of passing time in everyday life.                                                                             Coming back to the point from where it all started. By 'it' I mean my thinking process of thinking things i.e. looking at grey areas of life. It...

By means of this blog, I would like to share my experiences as a junior resident in the Department of Microbiology. From the day I entered my college to the present. I would also like to discuss some intricacies of Medical Microbiology - How we as undergraduates perceive it and What is it actually? Having said that I would also like to share the sheer pressure and responsibilities of how well we have to perform when we are confirming reports and hence the diagnosis of patients.                                                                                My residency started with a very vibrant and misleading orientation session by the dignitaries of my college. I say misleading because while we were at it everything seemed smooth and easy. Most of the first years were on cloud ni...

Before landing at Indira Gandhi International Airport in New Delhi, I had never imagined that I'll see these three pictures on the wall and start thinking about my own life. I had never been a fan of art because I do not understand it. I don't hate it. It's just that I don't understand it. Sometimes I do not get the point of colours too. It's strange and weird but that's me - Weird and Strange.                                                                          So coming back to my point which is that this was the first art sequence which made me think about things. Things related to my life. My mistakes and good decisions. My achievements and losses. My will power and sometimes the lack of it. My determination in certain spheres of life and again lack of it in some. It made me think how I am ...

Have you ever seen a toothless human sitting in the shades of some temporary roof in summers just beside the footpath which leads to your office? Have you ever observed those people who have been so oppressed in their life that they obey any instruction given to them in stern voice by anyone? Have you ever met those people who are too poor to have proper meals but would serve you food of your choice if you visit their house as a guest? I have. I write and dedicate this write-up to all those I mentioned above and also to the ones which I meet in my day to day life.                                                                      The purpose of it is not to discuss the problems in the system which has lead to this. It is not even to blame the system. I write today because I have been inspired and motivated...

Walking down the path towards my canteen in the research centre, cursing my teachers as well as my seniors for doing something wrong (or maybe right) with me. Thinking about how I had to regain my health and to be fit again. Preoccupied with many thoughts. Many scenarios for evening duty playing in my mind. Many facets of it which made me think constantly that how I had reached where I was. Thinking deeply about some of them and superficially about others (making a mental note to deal with them later). Thinking about how my life would have been different if I was born in a different country or with different ambitions I was stopped by That Old Lady.                                                                                               ...

Being born in the 20th century and living the 21st I consider myself as someone who is lucky. Having seen the time when we used to walk everywhere to the time when I fly back and forth to my hometown from my place of work easily (2400 km), I can say I have experienced the wave of change around me in a very close fashion. Waiting for long-distance calls to get connected to having an electronic device in my hand in which I basically live my life I can say that I am Lucky . Now the question which arises in your mind is - " Why the hell am I telling you about I or you being lucky?".                                                                                              My friend, with these examples I just want to touch some points which I might hav...

Sitting in a pub at 00:27 hours I suddenly realised that I was getting bored. Not because I didn't enjoy music or relaxing. It's mostly because I didn't care about that particular kind of atmosphere anymore. People gathered in a tight place, bodies touching and sweating. Dancing drunk on each and every song as if it benefits them directly playing that song, not even realising that the dance steps which they did, do not match the beats and actions on which they are getting impressed by each other are actually stupid for any sober human being. I also got a feeling of repulsion from myself, when I thought that I was one of them a few years ago. Realising it would be difficult to live with this feeling inside me I made a mental note that I was going to think about it and probably write too.                                                        ...