The capitalist

Capitalism and communism have had a bitter-sweet romance over many centuries so far. No one can say how long it will continue. These two radical ideas, emerged as an era of "dynasty rule" was coming to an end and as the Wave of science and systematic research in every field  continually challenged the supernatural.
  I find something in sync with these two ideas in our own mind. Sometimes i think, capitalism , cause we deserve what we've earned, we've worked hard for it. So it won't be wrong if i say i want to rip its benefits later. But it tends to make u blunt, insensitive. U realize ur a greed machine by the time its late. Just look at america.
   While communism sounds more human. But over time we get tired of just being good, tend to succumb to the temptations. We don't find a sadist challenge in it, to which , we yield our best.
     This internal conflict is getting messy. It's difficult to take sides these days. We keep swinging from one to other n back.
    There's this concept called 'Matsya Nyaya' , law of fishes. A bigger fish eats smaller fish. Also called the law of the jungle still holds true , for most of part we are very much human - an animal.
   

Female chauvinist

I remember the incidence that occurred 2yrs back. My collegue called me female chauvinistic. I didn't even know what that meant. I made a weird face and ignored her.
I looked up the dictionary, being partial /biased. May be she was right. I was a pakka member of 'forever alone' / lukkha group. So all my friends always had all sorts of negative stories to tell. Most of it could be drama but I took it for real. Girls shaped up as villains in my mind.
I myself was a fattu to go up to a girl n strike a conversation. I failed to understand the one's in my family too, they got on my nerves all time, idk why.
Over time they were pictured as egotistical, exploiting and selfish, grandiose. Thoughts could turn into beliefs which get integrated in your nature. So, they were highly ignored and kept out of my life. Not that I went on a crusade or something. I did have respect for them. It was kind of passive aggression.
But I came to realize, rather late, I was wrong. All types could be found in both sexes. For I didn't see doesn't mean a positive side exists. May be I won't wake up one fine morning as a changed person. I wish to tell that colleague of mine, she was right.

Skyfall !!!

I loved this latest bond bravado. Well I am a bond fan. The macho man image he has. But this one wasn't a typical bond movie. Best ever ,I could say.
      It was a fight between two agents, both were made to suffer for a greater cause, country, by their chief M. But one had the heart to accept it. Other just turned into a sore loser.
   Bond starts to realize he's losing his edge , still he took his chances ( well he made it through at each and every chance, obviously ). He has love for the old fashion but realizes, its not going to stand amongst the modern lifestyles. " its a waste of a view" when he says , looking over a terrace in London.
      M on other hand is fighting with decision of keeping MI6 going. She says, the perpetrator is one of us and we can never be sure, so this service is needed. May be she knows there's a devil inside all of us, including her, she has seen it, felt its strength. She might have kept it supressed with constant efforts. But some get tired.
And when the devil keeps on winning, gaining strength, it turns to Evil. Evil like agent Silva, unstoppable.
      Javier Bardem is an amazing actor. Impeccably badass villain. Also had liked him in No Country for Old Men.
      In the end skyfall is set on fire. I wonder if it's symbolic of death of 'old fashion'.
     

Every school old school.. Eh ??

Ours was first semi english batch of our school... Students from different divisions formed 8th A division..i came from C. The year I transformed, the year I been a brat was in nine'th class... I sometimes bunked school and played video games..i wasn't fast in making friends..lectures heard in creepy silence asked for a break.. In seventh I remember crying in geography class..as I was punished for talking.. Later learning to use rough language n to make a big joke out of it didn't seem funny anymore.. I took out my rage in garden or park beside.. Playing kabbadi, kandafodi..double bar was my favorite..i had seen some guys practice catchy stuff at 6 or seven in morning, while going for a class...also for I learned hanging upside down from knees on it... And the running around in empty water tank in centre of park...
         ok..the interesting part was my cycle..most neglected and a sure topic to joke on it's condition.. Normal speed felt fast for breaks couldn't be repaired for third time..but the feeling was strong for the extra force used to overcome non-oiled chain n a dug in tyre...going double sit was purely for the adrenaline rush..
  I stop being nostalgic here..things will link n start coming out. good memories forming my treasure come from there...and blog should be a short read with some relevance...so is better. Im happy the day I reminisce abt those days..

PS : when I pass my school the bond has no words to express that feeling..

Scorpion king

So this is the paddy harvest season. Scorpion bites r on the rise again. Most of them are poisonous this time. Esp the pregnant red female scorpion.
  People work in fields, barefeet-handed. These hidden insects know nothing but to sting when disturbed.toxins they release in blood cause severe local pain, hypertension, cold sweats, vomiting. Rarely they r cardiotoxic which could be lethal. Cardiotoxic effects are preventable with the drug prazopress if patient comes early. Otherwise the management is symptomatic i.e. For pain and dehydration.
Some of the patients ive seen are immune to scorpion bites. No pain nothing. They might have developed antibodies against the toxins in their blood.

daydreaming

wat do we do in our spare time ? ... our work got us drained..we need to unwind...have fun..options..

• hang out with friends , lets go to that fav restaurant, have that fav food n for the "n"th time go gaga over its taste
• go see movie and get psyched abt the idea behind it or gossip abt actors (for which we ve studied from papers, magazines ,TV) and find out who knows more.
• party with friends, get some booze and help each other creating another 100% fun night..n to keep it off the records..
• go shopping just cause ur bored..malls r good place to unwind..
• go pub or disc ,bar, HRC, some mad concert..
• read a book.. excuse me ?

going to a library is so like last century..all of them have been replaced by either a mall,fast food joint, parlours, icecream outlets, coffee n sandwich franchises...cause this is how we choose to spend our spare time...
                  sometimes i dream of becoming an entrepreneur  (as im already getting sick of my profession) i think of opening a library franchise..how can one make reading interesting ? will people turn to such a place ?... i think eventually they will...it might take a long time but this is the place where they r gonna find real solace..after doing all the running around..people will need to isolate n find out the answers...if it was made lil more interesting with some interactive sessions this could work..as the effect starts showing this group will grow...for people who are ordinary n their own lives r their great depression (quoted from fight club movie ) this will be one more option...rise of western civilization saw the fall of libraries in US (quoted from epi01 of person of interest series). 
                        this place should help them think out of the box..it will also work to prevent the ill effects we are facing from copying the western culture..help them to have a mind of their own...and if over time we could have enough such minds with a good will, we could evolve better...

limbo

ok..so this was naturally the next stop for the train i was boarding...
           ..the train went through a tunnel of darkness and stopped abruptly at an unknown place. i took this chance n alighted to see the misty woods, place where i could hide, never to be found. i was running from the singular 'i'. the air was fogged with some chemical as i felt delirious in first few steps. visibility was hardly there in the uniform twilight darkness. but one could tell for sure ,soon it was going to be either day or night . and those bright eyes blinking in the bushes ahead looked innocent, inviting. the grass was soft wet with dew, it caressed my soles, ticklish to bits...i kept walking.... .. but all my attention was fixed on whispering voices coming through woods. in mind i thought 'its just wind playing with the leaves..'. .. . voices got louder with each step and so in my neck muscles, i felt increasing traction which kept my head lil bent, constantly watching the ground a few steps in front of me.. i tried to move it sideways but my shoulders rotated instead... at that moment if i had left my whole body loose, i'd be hanging by my head only.... 
     .. ..at the entry point two tall huge trees bent to make a gateway..moment i stepped in all the traction was gone, i sprang abt 2 feet in the air..there was no fog, good illumination all around..i looked back and it was a beautiful sight of hills n river..like some screen was put on that gateway..i felt 10 times lighter, i tried to walk but i was jumping instead. from tree to tree, from branch to branch. there were fountains making awesome arrays of waterjets, they all danced to a music i couldn't hear. food was everywhere, hanging by the trees, beds there also hung on trees..nobody looked at me like a tresspasser...i made myself full n tried to catch some sleep..i couldn't..i climbed down on the road..instead of jumping i ran straight, with 10 feet in a stride i was competing with the wind. my heart didn't race, my breathe wasn't filled. for 1, 2, 3....10 hrs i just ran n i wasn't tired at all. 
                              i stopped cause i saw a lake serene n still..a mermaid played harp by its side..she saw me n jumped in the pool..i went after her..deep at the bottom she lived in a palace guarded by crab soldiers riding on sea-horses. her name was ariel. i returned while she came by the window , gave me a stranger look. i decided to make a stay by the lake-side. apple trees bore sweet fruits there. for many days there was no sign of her. i moved on to the hill range. it was home to zillion kind of birds n their nests. once they grew up they flew away never to return, to find their home in some other hill range. their communicative chirping had energy n zeal..watching them was a joy. i sat there waiting for my turn to fly..


p.s.- i wrote whatever cause i couldn't decide a topic. excuse for the pointless blabber.

Hermit

I take a look at myself and wonder. How I have lived like a sadhu out of Himalayas ( Himalaya also happens to be my fav medicine n aesthetic products brand ). That too in the middle of crowd. I observed people around me, thats how my time passed, years passed. Mostly anyone that crossed my eyes or sometimes through their corners. But I stood still ( not on one leg and certainly not with an arm-length of beard ) and refused to budge. I pondered over , mostly kept all the judgments to myself or offered few euphemistic words to some. Off course there were speculations, remarks, taunts or some honestly tried to infuse some life n sanity into my brain. With my sincere apologies to them, creed is one thing that turns stones to gods. Not that I didn't feel. My way of feeling was playing those little experiments with your mind. Now the word experiment might sound too artificial but no, remember first I tried to feel what u'd feel. Turbulence is wat even I went through, trying to hold the surface still. And then I grew wise to a hermit ( I learned , lil show off doesn't hurt but keep my bones strong ).

headbursts

some scary question revolving around my head and mosquito-cooing in my ears, mostly coming from my family are : when will you marry ? when will you settle ? . i shout out loud in my head, aren't you the ones who taught us patience ? ok, fine, in your time , people used to have a couple children by my age , but wat the heck !!! i'm 25-30 yrs past that time. you have that picture fixed in ur mind, 'to see my son married , to see my daughter-in-law , to see my grandchildren ', and you think that'll make u really happy ???... being so blinded, it would be hard for you to see the 'situation'... at this point of time , even the thought of marriage makes me consider running away into Himalayas.
           nowadays careers are prolonged. in this field , you gotta give one, 10 yrs at least. everything you talk seems to be pointing in that direction of 'my happiness' only !!! aren't you the ones who taught me, life isn't all about being happy, there are ups n downs coming n going n u got to hold on. then wats with flipping sore need of yours to see me happy ??? i don't know if this is wat happens at ur age. i beg you to let go of me. 
         ok, i haven't proven you yet in a 100% sure way .but  will it be 100% till i die.. u expect a superman out of me.. or the public opinions weighs more than my immature ones. i will never win. for that hell-bent-ness, i can either give-way n suicide into a marriage or unfortunately i keep ignoring bluntly , go on with my business. which in the course may hurt you(and add to the oodles of guilt i already have), but you know if i try to think , my HEADBURSTS...

For my lil sis..

She's 3 yrs younger to me. At times I think abt her n can palpate guilt creeping beneath my skin. We hardly talk, and almost never hv a frank conversation sharing worries, fears , confusions. Its always mechanical , mostly on my part , may be she looks up to me , but I could never open up..always cold shouldered..
       Actually I was never bothered, wat she was really doing, I just said "ok" to wateva she wanted to.. There were long intervals of time, when I wuda totally forgotten abt her.. I never criticized her, poked my nose in her matters.. I always made situational jokes, n gave her my typical happy-illusion smile.. But this probably didn't form a support system if she needed it...
         I , myself assumed she's strong. I didn't want to limit her freedom. It was an unspoken trust.. I was self absorbed, always thinking only abt myself.. It was all abt do, do, n do more in our family.. Everyone was supposed to inspire n motivate others..especially elders to young who should just nod n strive to reach d goals set to dem...
         but deep down I care for her. I feel a bond between us. I wish her only good.. If it goes unexpressed , I think she knows ill be there for her, maybe as a last option, when all d doors seem closed...

Blogger app

Ive downloaded this new app on my phone, if it works well I won't need a pc to post my blogs.. Could do it frm my phone... So this s just a check post..
    but im unable to upload pics , app crashes when I try to.. Probably this s beta version, hope d developers bring a better version soon... Also u can't see blogs u follow..or comments
   All u can do is post ur text..damn...

very bored...

Today was an empty day..spent just sitting idle, nothing to do..unusually low traffic of patients..can't use computer, coz inverter can't last n make up for 12 hrs of load shedding ocurring since last 2 days (earlier it was 4 hrs).. Bloody whimsical mseb...
        So was doin wat I mostly do in such situation..lye in my bed n wonder abt d world...how mundane, eccentric, sloppy, fishy, intriguing, exasperating , exhaustive it is.... I wonder where those clouds went, which poured an unseasonal rain last evening, with gusty winds n thunderstorm lightening.. It was amazing to see , over d view of mountains n jungles...watching it made me feel like a caveman for a moment...
           two lizards on the wall caught my eyes, had seen em many times before..dunno if they're a couple, but they're always fighting... One of em is without a tail, other s without a forelimb, both handicaps.. They're my sole entertainment for today.. One wid no hand s fierce, chases its pray from roof to floors..no-tail ones mild, never leaves d roof...may be tails vital for balance required in d acrobatic moves....
         I reached out for an old newspaper, editorial talked about the importance of human resources in development..as I read, wheels of my mind started spinning.. Humans r no longer humans but seen as "human capital" which s measured in terms of their productivity n efficiency...education, healthcare r no more just services, but investments..every individual is expected to return the dividends...ultimately development is our only goal...n where it has taken us so far....its simple , either u perform or perish..we r al on same platform...get how suddenly there's a boom of reality shows on tv..that has strained personal relationships... Lives r empty struggles, smothered by our own loneliness, starved of love, n filled with a painful helpless longing of the time slipping out of our hands....n d saddest part is , d picture looks so inevitable...
                  then i listened these two songs..becoming insane-infected mushroom and bring me to life- evanescence

that unexpected day...

ok , probably this happens to everyone..still , on such a day , we end up asking "god..why this has to happen to ME ??".. yestday i left my room in mumbai, had to get bak to d hospital in murbad (where i work).. at 4 p.m. ,i caught a cab, calculated d time , about 3 n half hrs it usually takes..so by 7:30 i'ld be there i thought...wanted to reach there as fast as i can, travelling without company is boring.....but i had no idea , no clue at all, wat was waiting for me along this journey...
                at station, after punching coupons, thane train was in line..i had to catch a bus from kalyan...still i boarded that train , thinking i'ld change the train from thane...i was just in no mood at all to wait...n felt hurried..( now this is a very imp tell-tale sign of somthing unusual is going to happen, u feel bit restless/irritated...n u seem to be just hurrying things without getting to a point..)... then i eventlessly reached kalyan, then to murbad by bus at 7p.m. i still had to travel 25km (30 min) more...
                      i should've got into a direct bus to my place, but today i was doin a break-journey, twice !! (1st train , now bus) .. a.s.a. i alighted d bus, i enquired for next bus which was 1/2 hr later...my instant response, without a second thought , was coming out of the stand n looking for alternative..(told u, i couldn't wait) ...it wasn't hard to spot a 15-seater auto parked just outside d gate ( there were many such private autos, which shuttled from bus-stand to nearby villages ) .. also there were roadside stalls of watermelons, lush, red n 'inviting' slices..i was tempted, but my hurry prevailed and my gaze snapped towards that auto, and the last vacant seat in it !!, which gave me an adrenaline rush...i clenched my teeth, hurried my steps, asked d the old man staring curiously at me , "does this go to 'my place' ?...he nodded n i squeezed myself in that dingy vehicle n made it 'housefull' (such autos dont depart until all d seats r occupied)...soon auto started..i admired my luck for it didn't make me wait.....
                now was d perfect time for a twist... typically....when i felt relieved, thinking, i was so close,n this was the last ride i have to take...the road i was travelling on was too bumpy for a highway, i realised after 10 min.( my place is just on highway)...sirens went off n red flags popped up in my mind...i asked that old man again" which is d last stop ?", and again, more loudly..."not my place" he replied.....shoot u !!!..my muscles became taught out of frustration....probably this old fella didn't hear me d 1st time...i swallowed it all,   took a deep breath..again asked him "how much time, baba".."15 min"... i kept quiet...there was no point in exposing myself, they'ld make a fool out of me...so i traveled till end..sneaked into a return-auto, bak to murbad...after 1 hr .... my bus was missed ... next was after 1 n 1/2 hr....damn !! i came bak on d road.... this time i couldn't resist those slices hitting on me, besides i was thirsty n thought they'ld fix me.. ( yeah, the food im tempted to always does that to me, somehow fixes my mood )...it was 8:15p.m.... but this was far from over.........
         .............so after researching for a while, i came to d conclusion, there was no direct auto to my place...one went close, to a place 10km away.means i had to do a break-journey again..."in the name of god !!", i hopped in...it was only half full so i had to wait..but  it was the last one, means i caught d last ferry..hushhh !!
thanked my luck again....reached there at 9p.m.....and came to know there r no autos to go further... the market was already closed except for one hotel....i bought a bisleri there, plus one free advice to ask for a lift.....cars went by, none stopped....most of d bikes were goin double-seat, couples, children sitting on the tank....some were single but they weren't going that far.... i was pacing around the road like a stray, asking for lifts, no success until 1 hr ...10p.m.
               ..........one truck stopped by d hotel, and it was heading in d right direction for me...i hopped in, waited till d driver had his supper...my journey restarted...it was first time i was sitting in a truck ,it felt tall, heavy engine noise...the driver didnt smell of any liquor, so hopefully he would drive safe..he had to go slow because of the load..the view out of the windshield was terrific...headlight lit road, lined by trees on either side...but soon i was dosing off, but speed breakers would wake me up....finally reached my place at 11p.m. (after 7 hrs)...had to take a 15 min walk, on a pitch-dark kachha-road without any street light.. i had no torch.. still i made it with my cell phones screen light, wary of scorpians n snakes.....
                       hospital looked gravely silent, other staff was sleeping already...i went to my room , fell flat on my bed....re-evaluating my day...typically making a list of resolutions to myself....1) never do a break-journey 2) always confirm the destination of vehicle ur boarding 3)carry a torch 4)never hurry but plan...."its nobody but u, all ur fault, u made all d silly mistakes, idiot !!'...may be i continued making d list even in my dreams........                       
                    

roamer wanderer nomad vagabond.....

its a metal song cald 'wherever i may roam' by metallica. somehow i feel connected to this song. its been 10 yrs of my roaming at places...(i notice this habit of mine now, instead of giving single fullstop after each sentence, i tend to give a few dots....don't know why?)..
              i've been mostly away frm home since 2003,thats after my 10th.. n i was never aware of turns my life took over these yrs...it all happened by shear chance..i had scored good in 10th. had no idea which college to go for..then one of my frnds parents suggested my parents , i could get a seat in RSM,latur...that college was known as a 'factory' coz it gave abt 200 rankers each yr (big number for a single college)...sadly the guy whose parents helped my way here fell short of few marks..he must've thought abt that funny n bitter word.. "cut-off" (get d pun :) ..did u just rhyme it wid that popular slang "f-off", in ur mind lol..probably thats wat colege management means..
                      as a paying guest, i spent 2 yrs in this city..i had no partner..sometimes my mom wud stay wid me, few days every month..college was strict..i was a regular n sincere student..i simply did wat they told me to...gave my medical entrance exam..went bak home...was enjoying holidays..no expectations or anticipations in my mind..just a hope that i should do good, if not best....one evening, i was lying lazy in my bed, reading a weekly, already bored of vacations....got a call frm our colege... BOOM !! the news fell like the way hiroshima n nagasaki were bombed..i had cracked d exam...almost every1 who knew me was in shock..(can say that was d day i saw max no. of gaping mouths in my life hehe...) my feelings were like," something unusual has happened"..couldn't accurately fathom, wat it was though ?....next thing i knew, i was going to go to mumbai...now it was my turn to get shocked..i was apprehensive to come to this "big city"....
                          but d time went so swiftly..it doesn't feel any close to 8 long yrs of living in a hostel..n now i'm in thane,another place, i never thought i would be at......check d lyrics of this song below........
          (And the road becomes my bride)

And the road becomes my bride
I have stripped of all but pride
So in her I do confide
And she keeps me satisfied
Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

(And the earth becomes my throne)

And the earth becomes my throne
I adapt to the unknown
Under wandering stars I've grown
By myself but not alone
I ask no one

And my ties are severed clean
Less I have the more I gain
Off the beaten path I reign

Roamer, wanderer
Nomad, vagabond
Call me what you will

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll never mind anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind
And I'll take my find anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home
I say!

But I'll take my time anywhere
I'm free to speak my mind anywhere
And I'll redefine anywhere

Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home

Carved upon my stone
My body lie, but still I roam,
Yeah yeah!

Wherever I may roam

A dead virtual life..

some 4 yrs bak i was happy one day looking at my new nokia xpress music, held tenderly like a baby in my hands.placed a few pecks on d screen. even feeling a lil dizzy n lightheaded..i almost levitated of that kind of happiness:).afterall it was my 1st multimedia phone.on d same day i activated gprs on my loop network.and i was born into d world of internet..

        initially i surfed usual stuff..google ,fb,mail..then i came across photospace. com, a mobile chat site. i registered "hermitxdevil"(thought for abt 10 min. for this name)..n posted a 'helllooooo....' in the new-bee forum..i checked my inbox 3-4 times a day , no msg except a formal welcome from d site admin(that too probably auto-generated)..most of d members were from foreign uk,us,sa,aus,nz, only few indians. later i realised how d asians were ignored n looked down upon..barbed remarks in d shoutbox.. i started posting in d forums fun,jokes,games..trying to make dem witty..be-able to tickle a funny bone..but keeping it clean, being nice.n slowly i got some friends n followers..some tried taking a shot at me, but i silenced dem, giving dem d taste of their own medicine..

            one day SHE inboxed me 'hi'..we got talking, same stuff..name,job,music,food,likes,dislikes...next was...wat u doin now..eating ,woke up, shopping, tired,bored,partying, got operated yestday (she was, for stomach ulcer)..her name was leonie, she always msg me 1st asa i logged in.. hi wid a smile was d regular..later dat changed to hi wid a hug..she lived on her own in a flat..away from her family.she won't tell me wat happened..she did tell me she had an indian bf 'jay' she brokeup wid 6 months bak..

          i also made a few frnds, katz frm sa, lea frm aus, kash frm pak, angela frm us...after 6 months they felt much like real frnds..i became so addicted to this site, i would stay locked in my room, bunked classes, didn't bath, spent nights , even skipped meals at times..it was showing on my health, dark circles, lethargy, disturbed bowel...

          in d meantime, i increasingly grew fond of leonie, we xchanged numbers, called her only a few times though (isd rates !!), just to confirm it was a girl for real n d same girl..but that only made d connection more strong...one day she msged 'i l u ' ...i actually felt wat its called "butterflies" all over my body..a hollow in my stomach, a catch in my breathe, throbbing of my heart.. i can still vividly recall that experience...it was 1st of its kind n d funny part was it never occurred to me in real life, but in a virtual life....

           and for d next month i wasn't myself..i had d insight but no control over my love-stung mind..it drifted , daydreamed ...drifted far away, at times urged me "get up idiot,catch a flight to london, n hold leonie in ur arms" ..intensity of d urge was strong but at same time realisation of this being 'mad' was there.i felt split into two parts..

           and oneday d site just vanished..the address couldn't be found..leonie's number just beeped..i must've tried it 1000 times, hoping someday it'll ring...that part of me, hermitxdevil, was dead...and it took a few months to recover from d restlessness i got from d memories of her.........

begining of a stint at d countryside

here  iam  abt 120km away from mumbai near d foothills of malshej on nagar highway,in a village where ive come for 1st time in my life..screw this 1 yr service bond agreement i made for completing my medical degree from a govt. college..i curse under my breath..after 10 days past it feels like perfect concept of wanwas straight out of d epic ramayana..(clear it from ur mind if im comparing myself to lord rama..)im staying in a dingy 1RK quarter provided in d RURAL HOSPITAL campus ..theres a dry river(which will flow in wet season) n barren hills at d backside..the place isnt remote though..its 5 mins walk from nagar highway from where u get frequent buses for kalyan ..as ive landed here in months of summer , no doubt d burning hot problems of its own are going to bug me...slap of my rooms made of cement sheets so it wont be loud if say i take my afternoon naps in a microwave oven wet wid my own sweat (off course d fan doesnt help ,  gave a thought to buying a cooler but that went to trash as by the time i wait for my months salary, 2/3rd summer would b already over)..

the view in rainy season

  abt d scarcity of water, i consider myself lucky to take a shower on alternate days in these humid days...n d worst part is drinking waters hard (boarwell water) of which i gulp bottles but it refuses to quench my thirst (buck up only few more days till ur body gets used to) ..(nd i fear if i get a stone stuck in my ureters, all these salts my kidneys filtering)...


                              as for d work , theres a 9 to 12 morning opd abt 30 to 40 patients daily ....children , pregnant women , n d regular visitors-sr citizens...the lot with preferable health concern in any society...most of them poor tribals..for rest of d day im 'on duty' to attend trauma , snake/scorpian bite cases , deliveries....the ghat highway is notorious for accidents. last week there were two post mortems , unfortunates who got their skulls cracked in two different road mishaps...and 2 were critical so had to be refered out to a tertiary centre (ours is a very basic facility with drugs like some antipyretics , anti-inflammatory, n some primary antibiotics..at the most we can stitch a lacerated wound here but trauma cases- far away from our limits...) 
                                 deliveries r fun to conduct but also they r most feared for d matter of their sensitivity n risk..1st part-  judging them for any problem n that to only on clinical basis..u have no tools of investigation for help..then if at all the baby has some problems u have no facilities for resuscitation...something goes wrong, be ready to receive d fury of savage relatives who wont take any sort of honest or logical reasoning from u...stories from d past say it to d point of beating d same doctor they put even wid god if all goes well...keen judgement , straight forwardness , n anticipation is d key to save urself..(we call it 1st-save-ur-ass strategy)... and for any serious patient for that matter we have our own ambulance ready..at our disposal... wat comes with practice is being able to make a serious face (one like a scarecrow) send them off ahead ...say goodbye... till next time ( may be ???)... ;D