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The Hero Within!

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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 not perfect and how life goes through different phases as we age, as we grow up professionally. 

                                                       First picturehere says to me that every human, be it a girl or a boy are born with diffe…

Misunderstood Girl!

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The thought which inspired me to write about Misunderstood Girl is from the real life events of someone I know. A person who has been close to me since the start of my residency in Microbiology. Obviously I won't reveal the real identity of my friend but would still like to present my views on the hypocrisy, oppression of women in 21st century and the way girls are misjudged and misinterpreted. 
Scene 1 -  I met her on the first day of our admission. Sitting with her dad, filling one of the many forms which we had to fill to get admitted. 
                                                                           I went and asked her about certain doubts which I had while filling mine. It was an instant friendship from that moment on. I say this because when the first day of orientation came we chatted and went out to eat. Since then we were in constant touch discussing about frustrations of our respective departments and sharing the feeling of writing NEET during the preparation o…

Richness in Poverty

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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 by them. Time and again I have been moved by their ways of seeing other humans, their values and the way they accept things (both good and bad) in their life. I know, some of you might think that they 'have to' accept all the problems the…

The Devil Inside Us!

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In this particular write up, I would like to go random. Normally, when I write something I have a rough draft. I organise the write-up and correct it. Then publish. This time I have chosen a topic which actually makes me nervous when I write about it. It not only makes me worried that how people will perceive me (or any other human whom they can relate this write-up to) but also makes me a little apprehensive as the Devil I talk about today is in me. It grows stronger and stronger when I talk about it. It becomes more and more satisfied as I feed its ego when I write about it. Still, the need to write is more than putting that Devil to bed and not talk about it. I say that  because it resides in each and every one of us. Some of us see it and let it lead us in life. Some of us despite having it make sure that it is suppressed all the time, then there are those who know how to use it at the right time and the right moment. DEVIL -The particular thing I talk about here is nothing and als…

Old and Alone!!

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Leaving from a very long and tiring duty towards my mess I felt that I was Old and Alone. While crossing the main road (as we have to; to reach the other part of the campus) I took a step down from the sidewalk. The left knee buckled and I fell almost on my face on the road ahead, full of traffic. The feeling of being old was pretty obvious from that but soon after the incident, I realised that despite being my batchmates none of the people around me came to help. Not that I particularly wanted them to come and pick me up but enquiring about not getting injured was at least what I was expecting out of them. Please before you judge me read me a little further. I am no fool who would count as this one incident as a whole reason to write about this topic nor am I a man who is particularly sensitive to share feelings and wants others to pity him.These are just some feelings which I like to describe to my readers from time to time.  The average age of an Indian male is 63 years. Seeing my c…

That Old Lady!

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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.
                                                   An old but beautiful smile with creases all over her face, yellow glistening teeth, humped back, grey hair, wearing an old saree, carrying a thermos flask in her hand and an age-old pair of sandals on her feet. She stops me in between and asks my name and designation. First Reaction - I wa…

We The Lucky Ones!!

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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 have missed in my previous writings (Attention Attention, Attention Attention 2.0, Your Kind Words) or might introduce you to some new observations from my life. According to me, anyone who can relate to all the things which I have …