A world cup win is just the thing that can bring this blog out of its long standing hibernation. What was it about Dhoni and his magical six today, that aroused frenzy and celebrations in the streets of India?!!! It was an aweosme feeling,a conquer Indian sporting world can proudly boast of...!! Here, in this dismal university town, I enjoyed Dhoni's team, in the solitary ambience of my lab office..there was no screaming, no yelling, no-one jumping off seats, when the moment of ultimate acclaim arrived..
Real heroes make history, they take triumph with elegance and humility..Thats what Dhoni and Sachin did today. When Dhoni smashed his winning six, there was just conviction in his eyes. The crowd was uproarious, but there stood the hero of his time with nothing but a humbling smile. The smile said it all! What a balance in attitude!!
He knew he had the winning shot in the world cup,he knew (like they usually say), a billion people had pinned their hopes on him,he knew he'd "finished it", yet he didnt throw off his shirt or react crazily or even bend on his knees..Upright,smiling and gentlemanly!! Now thats an attitude!
Sachin, had happy tears..a man whose lifetime of achievements consummated into that single trophy today..A man,who ruled the cricketing world for nearly 2 decades,King or God or whatever people called him, behaved like a humble mortal today. He said he had "happy tears". Great men do cry..! When they do they humble us ..they make us feel ignominious.. and make us realise the sheer insignificance of our existence ..
For once, I will trash my cynicism and skepticism about the unfair adulation cricketers have got, and the extravagant celebrations over the WC win, I stand in salute to the two wonderful sporting greats of our time, from whom (I never managed to learn cricket), but something more than that...courage,passion and humility!
Kudos to Team India...
Sunday, April 03, 2011
Sunday, March 14, 2010
A new policy??
After I joined my current firm, as a chemical engineer, gender equality became one of my favorite reads. Essentially because, my firm has very few female engineers and I bet the entire world on what an underutilized bunch we are! Our job involves a lot of “co-ordination” and “spending a lot of time in Plants” and everyone knows of the clichéd rationale that “women are not meant for such things”.
Disproving clichés is not my job. As a matter of fact ,I don’t really care for people who can’t think beyond cliches!!I took up the job, because I was tired of reading books about how reactors work and was terrified of having to limit my technical exposure to a 250 hectare engineering institute.
I was in fact ready to spend time in sticky plants, understand the convoluted activity flows and all the associated messy things. However what I was not prepared for was the kind of resistance I received.
I was, honestly put off by the collective disconcertion of other engineers (mostly men) working with me- I was initially asked to leave early by a regular bus service instead of taking the company cab, so that the other men engineers may get their “own space”. I never really got to know some of the most important details of the project because I consciously feel that information was bypassed either because it was thought I could not handle it or because of some kind of a feigned reticent attitude towards women. On the whole, I had to give 200% of physical and mental effort to get and learn what I wanted. In my place, a male engineer with ¾ th competency and enthusiasm would have had to give a maximum of 100% (or may be less than that).
So, with this entire hullabaloo about 33% reservation for women in the Indian Parliament and my companies grandiose plans to improve the gender ratio, I wonder if the grim reality can be changed. I doubt, if our men would be truly welcoming of equally competent women in their workspace and would be ready to offer more than just glib talk about a “Equalism” and “Women-sensitive workspace”. (For eg. Mentorship) . I am given into greater skepticism about our women, who have self-limited their energy and intellect - to live and work in stereotypical worlds. I wonder how much all these policies (my firm’s initiative included) will truly serve their purpose.
I don’t want to be a pessimist; but Change may not be a “definite certainty” as it usually is for most other issues!!Prove me wrong. I shall only be happy!
Disproving clichés is not my job. As a matter of fact ,I don’t really care for people who can’t think beyond cliches!!I took up the job, because I was tired of reading books about how reactors work and was terrified of having to limit my technical exposure to a 250 hectare engineering institute.
I was in fact ready to spend time in sticky plants, understand the convoluted activity flows and all the associated messy things. However what I was not prepared for was the kind of resistance I received.
I was, honestly put off by the collective disconcertion of other engineers (mostly men) working with me- I was initially asked to leave early by a regular bus service instead of taking the company cab, so that the other men engineers may get their “own space”. I never really got to know some of the most important details of the project because I consciously feel that information was bypassed either because it was thought I could not handle it or because of some kind of a feigned reticent attitude towards women. On the whole, I had to give 200% of physical and mental effort to get and learn what I wanted. In my place, a male engineer with ¾ th competency and enthusiasm would have had to give a maximum of 100% (or may be less than that).
So, with this entire hullabaloo about 33% reservation for women in the Indian Parliament and my companies grandiose plans to improve the gender ratio, I wonder if the grim reality can be changed. I doubt, if our men would be truly welcoming of equally competent women in their workspace and would be ready to offer more than just glib talk about a “Equalism” and “Women-sensitive workspace”. (For eg. Mentorship) . I am given into greater skepticism about our women, who have self-limited their energy and intellect - to live and work in stereotypical worlds. I wonder how much all these policies (my firm’s initiative included) will truly serve their purpose.
I don’t want to be a pessimist; but Change may not be a “definite certainty” as it usually is for most other issues!!Prove me wrong. I shall only be happy!
Sunday, September 27, 2009
HOW THINGS DONT WORK!
From my childhood years I’ve spent much of my precious time trying master the innumerous theses on how things work...
If I remember right there about 4 or 5 volumes of the books and me and my friends would spend hours on the marvelous ways by which man and nature got things to work.
It was only when I had grown up sufficiently I realized that if there is one way by which things can work then there are 10^10 by which they can stop working or not work at all. Am not Murphy’s law votary-forever skeptical about things going right! But yes the impalpable laws of the universe have almost beyond doubt proved to me that by the time something(or) someone works right it has already gone wrong 10^10 times!! To take these electronic gadgets for example, we talk of them working alright when all inside parts are in perfect working conditions and in places meant for them....but the ‘What-ifs’ of it are endless..a malfunction in one. Multiple malfunctions, voltage fluctuations, aging wear and tear and yes, an overenthusiastic or an extra belligerent household, the mischiefs of a boisterous kid or a flash of lightning..Well..And I guess a lot more..! And yes...if you invent ways by which you can make systems fail proof then there are quite a good number of ways that the fail proof systems can fail. And so the overall possibility of things not working only increases..!if you cant get me right think of the infinite number of ways that a well grown adult may do(intentionally/unintentionally) to un-work things that are supposed to be 'child-proof’. I am not sure if there is enough scientific evidence, but truly perfect thing that works well all the time is non-existent...!Clocks that slow down, computers that crash, files that go missing, vehicles that have both power steering and power breaks but only on an average only one of them will work...!
Examples are aplenty for things that don’t work or work wrong...right from transport buses that break down amidst chaotic traffic to optimistic rocket launches that end up as ‘disgraceful’ debacles. So if human kind has to tackle these omnipresent problems with things that don’t work,
We need treatises and theses and dissertations on the numerous ways by which things don’t work rather than documents on the how they do. The latter is by and far meant for the utopia of our dreams and illusions and is not suitable for our ever so imperfect world. The task is a mammoth one, but it is a worthwhile exercise that finds ways of reducing imperfections that surround us. So while the we embark on this magnum opus we shall leave the ‘how things work ‘aficionados to their cloud cuckoo land!
If I remember right there about 4 or 5 volumes of the books and me and my friends would spend hours on the marvelous ways by which man and nature got things to work.
It was only when I had grown up sufficiently I realized that if there is one way by which things can work then there are 10^10 by which they can stop working or not work at all. Am not Murphy’s law votary-forever skeptical about things going right! But yes the impalpable laws of the universe have almost beyond doubt proved to me that by the time something(or) someone works right it has already gone wrong 10^10 times!! To take these electronic gadgets for example, we talk of them working alright when all inside parts are in perfect working conditions and in places meant for them....but the ‘What-ifs’ of it are endless..a malfunction in one. Multiple malfunctions, voltage fluctuations, aging wear and tear and yes, an overenthusiastic or an extra belligerent household, the mischiefs of a boisterous kid or a flash of lightning..Well..And I guess a lot more..! And yes...if you invent ways by which you can make systems fail proof then there are quite a good number of ways that the fail proof systems can fail. And so the overall possibility of things not working only increases..!if you cant get me right think of the infinite number of ways that a well grown adult may do(intentionally/unintentionally) to un-work things that are supposed to be 'child-proof’. I am not sure if there is enough scientific evidence, but truly perfect thing that works well all the time is non-existent...!Clocks that slow down, computers that crash, files that go missing, vehicles that have both power steering and power breaks but only on an average only one of them will work...!
Examples are aplenty for things that don’t work or work wrong...right from transport buses that break down amidst chaotic traffic to optimistic rocket launches that end up as ‘disgraceful’ debacles. So if human kind has to tackle these omnipresent problems with things that don’t work,
We need treatises and theses and dissertations on the numerous ways by which things don’t work rather than documents on the how they do. The latter is by and far meant for the utopia of our dreams and illusions and is not suitable for our ever so imperfect world. The task is a mammoth one, but it is a worthwhile exercise that finds ways of reducing imperfections that surround us. So while the we embark on this magnum opus we shall leave the ‘how things work ‘aficionados to their cloud cuckoo land!
Saturday, September 22, 2007
A slice of life in IIT (part 2)
Its been quite long since something eventful happened here in IIT,atleast in 'my life at IIT'. Its only been that tedium of assignments and classes and an added de riguer of a 'Research Project'. I have been trying to think of writing about a real life event that could serve as a worthy sequel to my previous endeavour..and it suddenly happened..
Nothing could be more interesting than writing about..'Cleaning my room' ..The motivation for such an unfrequent phenomenon ,being ,a new entrant in my room.!!I had recently purchased a computer with an enviable configuration..i was proud of its funky looking CPU and all of its assembled parts that i had managed to forage from shops in RICHIE street..!I was determined to give it a place of prime importance in my room...
The operation was meticulously charted out so much so that that these occasional inhabitants like lizards and leaf insects would never be able share my space!
As a first step,I pulled down the clothesline that criss-crossed itself at all unexpected corners..( I remember thinking that a spider could take lessons from me on the buliding of such intractable webs). Then, armed with a borrowed broom and brush...i began the 'Operation Clean up'..
Sweeping my room was quite an arduous task and yeah all the bits and pieces of paper and assorted items strewn around was organised and shelved..
At the end of it...quite a good of number of things fitted into the shelf..and then on the rusted steel placed spread a sheet of cloth..and assembled the computer onto it..
The grand finale of operation clean up was an unforgettable pizza and movie night at my room.
Needless to say, the presence of my computer system and the success of entire operation clean up made my room a regular haunt for pizza and movie nites.
Nothing could be more interesting than writing about..'Cleaning my room' ..The motivation for such an unfrequent phenomenon ,being ,a new entrant in my room.!!I had recently purchased a computer with an enviable configuration..i was proud of its funky looking CPU and all of its assembled parts that i had managed to forage from shops in RICHIE street..!I was determined to give it a place of prime importance in my room...
The operation was meticulously charted out so much so that that these occasional inhabitants like lizards and leaf insects would never be able share my space!
As a first step,I pulled down the clothesline that criss-crossed itself at all unexpected corners..( I remember thinking that a spider could take lessons from me on the buliding of such intractable webs). Then, armed with a borrowed broom and brush...i began the 'Operation Clean up'..
Sweeping my room was quite an arduous task and yeah all the bits and pieces of paper and assorted items strewn around was organised and shelved..
At the end of it...quite a good of number of things fitted into the shelf..and then on the rusted steel placed spread a sheet of cloth..and assembled the computer onto it..
The grand finale of operation clean up was an unforgettable pizza and movie night at my room.
Needless to say, the presence of my computer system and the success of entire operation clean up made my room a regular haunt for pizza and movie nites.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
A Slice of Life! at IIT part one!(say?)
It was another day in June. Monsoon had set in kerala and neighboring states and the scorching heat of the Chennai summer had mellowed in into some sort of a warm sunshine. I decided for my part that the change in climate was a good augury for me to begin my project work and started to IIT M.
Although I stayed in Chennai and my home was about 45 min drive from IIT, ‘destination IIT’ was still a difficult task. If had to conserve money I had to take a bus that toured the entire city before reaching IIT and if had to cash in ‘precious’ time I had to rely on Chennai’s auto rickshaws who are known to gouge unscrupulously and use really really filthy language. I have been here for some 21 years(Fancy admitting such a thing!!) and I knew the ways of my city. I was a good haggler and I knew tricks, to keep at bay these notorious auto men.
Convinced of my unbeatable ability to haggle, I took an auto –my first challenge and adventure for the day. I reached IIT in an auto the total cost of the rickety ride being Rs70.I had brought to down from Rs 120 to just about 70 (A humongous achievement by all standards)
On having reached the GC* (of course by the insti bus) I headed straight to Tiffanys (IITS famed restaurant) for a cup of coffee,as was my usual routine. I wouldn’t call their coffee especially stimulating to the tongue,but it had ‘Madrs Degree Coffee’ touch to it,and was sold at a cheap rate of Rs 5 per cup, unlike The café coffee day parlor right across that sold some varieties of coffee at extravagant rates. Some would prefer the CCD as it is called for its ‘atmosphere’-cosy chairs and air conditioning and English music! There is isn’t any of these in tifanys but it had ppl who yapped non stop undisturbed by the din of local FM that runs in the back ground and the periodic yelling of the waiters –‘Sir come AND COLLECT 1 POORI AND MASALA DOSA”..
Coffee done I headed to my room no *** in sarayu hostel. I maintained a room in sarayu hostel for reasons of convenience and stayed here occasionally when work was really taxing. I had originally intended to spend the two years of PG in hostel and visit home less often but I had given up on mess food sometime in the middle of my first yr and started visiting home at an avg of thrice a week… ! IT is always a sense of shock that envelops evrytime I see my room. it wasn’t anywhere close to ‘neat and tidy’-unwashed clothes lay in the bucket crying for care and books and pieces of paper lay on the bed mangled between pillows and bedcover! Nevertheless I still loved my room -it was my own space –my own world….
GC*-gajendra circle! the entry point--some sort of entry point to a confusing maze of deparments and hostels and canteens that are set amidst forests..
***-he..he..he..i wont reveal my room no!
Saturday, December 16, 2006
The Chicken That Crossed The road!!
Why did the chicken cross the road? No one knows. But it did so, one fine morning, for reasons best known only to the proverbial chicken.
What happened to the chicken after it crossed the road! Believe it or not. He was on the Chinese side of the border!
Our poor little chicken was in no time surrounded by a group of rifle bearing biped viviparous creatures that promptly took him to their custody and informed the external affairs of the Chinese republic about his transgression. The Ministry of China for its part decided to the handle the issue seriously and notified the Indian govt about Chicken who had stealthily invaded into Chinese territory. The Indian foreign affairs with calculated lethargy replied in’ Black and white’ to the Chinese high command that since there was no evidence of the chicken holding an ‘Indian passport’. He definitely could not be Indian. The foreign affairs ministry of India put forth the theory, that such a chicken which crossed the road was truly non-existent and it was a figment of imagination of the Chinese Bureaucrats who wanted to rake up the “ border Issue’ at the drop of a hat!
The diplomatic formalities and the parleys that ensued are not mentioned here (for the author who has no belief in the cosmetic Bureaucratic procedures of both nations has not bothered to document them). A whole month had passed since the chicken actually crossed the road. World over protests were raised by animal lovers Ngo’s so and so..so and so…for the chicken whom they believed was unduly tortured by the two nations ,and that if the nations could find no end to the political rigmarole , it would compound matters and both would have the pay the price for what they called ‘illegitimate retention of an animal outside its natural habitat for monetary or other forms of Gain’.
All the while Indian Govt proclaimed that its Foreign policy was to ‘Wait and watch’,
while the Chinese govt. took special efforts to befriend Pakistan for overt but unsaid reasons.
The Indian intelligence bureau decided finally that the ‘Chicken Issue’ was now undergoing a transmogrification from a ‘usual’ border issue to one of sub continental destabilization. This forced the Govt of India to persuade China into Bilateral Talks on the 13 th of March. China too accepted this invitation in a’ seemingly’ gracious manner!
The stage was set. The forks were in place! The chicken in the middle and all these bipeds around him .The talks started amid International Hype and hyperbole. Our poor chicken who had survived these horrific times of his life in anguish, breathed easy for a while. He really couldn’t make what they were talking about, until of course someone (I think a Indian Interlocutor) mentioned ‘Chicken tikka Masala’. The suggestion was unanimously agreed upon. Even the Chinese delegates thought it was an appetizing idea .
Our little hero took to his heels. And did the most enigmatic thing he’d always done, much to the curiosity of us fellow humans. He crossed the road! And Why?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
its not that bad after all!!?
A week after hostel life:
hey..it really is not that bad!! this hostel life!!
i've been here for two days..and i've just started likin it!!
i ve been a 'home grown' -'listen to mommy' kinda kid for the first 21 yrs of my life!i suddenly realise that i cant be the same nemore!
i cant belive i washed my own clothes and neatly folded them into a compact pile to fit the little cupoard in my room..i hated jobs of this sort at home!! and i used to scorn and frown on my dad who insisted that i do these things at home!
After weekend sojourn at home:
hmmm.i've changed my mind! i love home more..Amma has made delicious lunch for me! it suits my stomach unlike the mess food that gives embarassing burps at wrong hours! and Dad was there with his loud ,commanding voice....
all said and done..Home is where my heart is!
hey..it really is not that bad!! this hostel life!!
i've been here for two days..and i've just started likin it!!
i ve been a 'home grown' -'listen to mommy' kinda kid for the first 21 yrs of my life!i suddenly realise that i cant be the same nemore!
i cant belive i washed my own clothes and neatly folded them into a compact pile to fit the little cupoard in my room..i hated jobs of this sort at home!! and i used to scorn and frown on my dad who insisted that i do these things at home!
After weekend sojourn at home:
hmmm.i've changed my mind! i love home more..Amma has made delicious lunch for me! it suits my stomach unlike the mess food that gives embarassing burps at wrong hours! and Dad was there with his loud ,commanding voice....
all said and done..Home is where my heart is!
Friday, August 18, 2006
killing time~!!
its the eighteenth of aug 2006..and my computer sez the time is 7.22 am ...but its twelve hours since!!
tat gets me..twelve or thirteen hours behind..to where my friends and my sis have recently left..
the united states of america.!
well i don know what 'substance' i can really write now!..coz i sat thru one hour of TA duty with the patience of an angel..and have no idea how to spend the rest of my time..
i read and re-read my blogs(scanty as they are!) as if it were a ritual mantra!.
in this dismal dept computer facility-dept of chemical engineering...amidst some 28- 30 computers and no humans frequenting this place at this time of the hour..gosh..!!
this gets sick!
this place is definitely what i can call totally 'unhappening';
..i'm stuck here in this place for 4 hrs evry week at around this time in the evening..when the rest of India has fun and watches KANK in evening theaters..
makes life more miserable for me!
a computer with internet connexn can be a great resource...plz!
you there .i heard u say..'yes','ofcourse',' definitely' and things of that kind!
gimme a break .i'm now suffering from terminal disillusionment when to comes how much of your time a computer is worth..
WOOW!!
guess wat..its 7.40 am (by my computer standard time!) and the next person on the slot has arrived..all fresh and smiling!
so that means i can go!!!but by this time i now reached a solution to beating the universal phenomenon of boredom..but that will most probably be my next blog!!
ciao!!
bblog...
tat gets me..twelve or thirteen hours behind..to where my friends and my sis have recently left..
the united states of america.!
well i don know what 'substance' i can really write now!..coz i sat thru one hour of TA duty with the patience of an angel..and have no idea how to spend the rest of my time..
i read and re-read my blogs(scanty as they are!) as if it were a ritual mantra!.
in this dismal dept computer facility-dept of chemical engineering...amidst some 28- 30 computers and no humans frequenting this place at this time of the hour..gosh..!!
this gets sick!
this place is definitely what i can call totally 'unhappening';
..i'm stuck here in this place for 4 hrs evry week at around this time in the evening..when the rest of India has fun and watches KANK in evening theaters..
makes life more miserable for me!
a computer with internet connexn can be a great resource...plz!
you there .i heard u say..'yes','ofcourse',' definitely' and things of that kind!
gimme a break .i'm now suffering from terminal disillusionment when to comes how much of your time a computer is worth..
WOOW!!
guess wat..its 7.40 am (by my computer standard time!) and the next person on the slot has arrived..all fresh and smiling!
so that means i can go!!!but by this time i now reached a solution to beating the universal phenomenon of boredom..but that will most probably be my next blog!!
ciao!!
bblog...
Monday, August 14, 2006
brand yourself!
dear blog,
my sincere apologies for your zero input condition for the past few months! i've been on vacation for like a reallly looong time... and real good one too!!
evryone here is absolutely delighted that i'm doing my post graduation at iit ! becoz after 2 years i'll have the iit brand!
almost evryone i've met has told me this thing about iit brand or label!! it has just put me off!
i've never really wanted to be a brand of an institute a clan or community or watever...! and i hated to be tagged an iit stereotype!
somewhere in this whole mess of my life ,i still will want to be myself..my own interests,my likes, dislike and weaknessess...Arrrrrrrrrrgh!
when people talk of iit brand ot label,they forget to view a person as a personality as a whole and paint a picture of his personna in connection to what he does or where he is!
there seems to be an ineradicable ,highly myopic view that excellence is associated with 'what' and 'where' rather just 'how wel'l!
excellence has to be viewed wholistically ...and individualistically...not just based on what one has achieved so far.but based on the greater' unrealised potential' and the motivation to exploit this potential..
well after all this..... it would be better for us to stop institutionalising 'brand' and induvidualise the very rare phenomenon of excellence...
its high time we create an individual brand for ourselves and culitvate some uniqueness in thought and character that defines 'you' and not what you do or where you belong
get a trademark for yourself and be your own brand!!!!
my sincere apologies for your zero input condition for the past few months! i've been on vacation for like a reallly looong time... and real good one too!!
evryone here is absolutely delighted that i'm doing my post graduation at iit ! becoz after 2 years i'll have the iit brand!
almost evryone i've met has told me this thing about iit brand or label!! it has just put me off!
i've never really wanted to be a brand of an institute a clan or community or watever...! and i hated to be tagged an iit stereotype!
somewhere in this whole mess of my life ,i still will want to be myself..my own interests,my likes, dislike and weaknessess...Arrrrrrrrrrgh!
when people talk of iit brand ot label,they forget to view a person as a personality as a whole and paint a picture of his personna in connection to what he does or where he is!
there seems to be an ineradicable ,highly myopic view that excellence is associated with 'what' and 'where' rather just 'how wel'l!
excellence has to be viewed wholistically ...and individualistically...not just based on what one has achieved so far.but based on the greater' unrealised potential' and the motivation to exploit this potential..
well after all this..... it would be better for us to stop institutionalising 'brand' and induvidualise the very rare phenomenon of excellence...
its high time we create an individual brand for ourselves and culitvate some uniqueness in thought and character that defines 'you' and not what you do or where you belong
get a trademark for yourself and be your own brand!!!!
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
'Fish' for thought!?
I always knew India's politicians were mindless...But just how much?!
here goes...!!!!!
http://www.ndtv.com/morenews/showmorestory.asp?category=National
&slug=MP+minister+in+dock+for+'fishy'+remarks&id=88842
here goes...!!!!!
http://www.ndtv.com/morenews/showmorestory.asp?category=National
&slug=MP+minister+in+dock+for+'fishy'+remarks&id=88842
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Doc. I'm NOt WeLL
A day ago i was suddenly taken unwell.. it all started with a mild neck sprain and irritation over my eyes..the next morning the neck ache intensified to such a degree that i was able to manage only slight robotic movements and the irritation developed into a nightmarish headache..
I spent the whole of that day on bed expecting to be back to normal..i tried frequent hot water showers..crocin tablets and a few antibiotics..and even resorted to chocolote for stimulationg my tired body..
no sucesss...
That night i begged my mom for immediate treatement.she had assumed that i was trying one of old tactics to avoid work..
" nO " I screamed." i just cn't take it any longer".. by this time my headache was giving me scary vertigos and I pleaded her to take me to the doctor..
my mom, on hearing accounts of my illness,drove me to the local doc..
Like in clinics all over the world the first thing a patient does on arrival is to wait..I was no execption..
A few minutes (or was it hours. i have little idea how long i had waited) the young attenderlet us enter the doc's cabin..
the doc looked at me..and SMILED.in my opinion, my current state of health was supposed to evoke the emapthy of rest of beings in the universe!! and the doc's smlie unnerved me..
'DOctor i'm not well...huh..i have a severe neck ache and a devastating head ache..puff...i cant breathe well..''
' i feel dizzy and like i'm loosing balance...'
i would have listed out a few more ailments and perfected my tone of urgency had it not been for the liitle light on his headgear that shone directly over my face...
soon he ws inserting a stainless steel rod into my nostril and pulling it a bit and focussing light on it..i concluded chinese torture could have been better!
he then pressed the bones over my eyes...AAAAH...this was Massage..
i guessed his clinical examination was over when he pulled out his pen and started scribbling something..he resumed the converstion with my mom on his previous workplace ,job politics etc...(they had been collegues earlier)...while i wondered if doctors undertake special training to get their cryptic handwriting...
He had scribbled 'Alergic rhinitis\allergic brochitis\sinusitis' and some medicines underneath this diagnosis..he then turned the paper and wrote in "ALL CAPS' "EXCERCISE EVERY MORNING"
and then said...
'This is the most important medical treatment ..i must give you.'. with a wry smile on his face..
HMPH...' i grunted to myself..
and as i left i heard him say 'dont forget excercise,lady'
my neck ache has subsided and headache is almost gone. and am strictly following his prescription..but 'the most important treatment'..I WILL DO IT TOMMORROW!! hah..
I spent the whole of that day on bed expecting to be back to normal..i tried frequent hot water showers..crocin tablets and a few antibiotics..and even resorted to chocolote for stimulationg my tired body..
no sucesss...
That night i begged my mom for immediate treatement.she had assumed that i was trying one of old tactics to avoid work..
" nO " I screamed." i just cn't take it any longer".. by this time my headache was giving me scary vertigos and I pleaded her to take me to the doctor..
my mom, on hearing accounts of my illness,drove me to the local doc..
Like in clinics all over the world the first thing a patient does on arrival is to wait..I was no execption..
A few minutes (or was it hours. i have little idea how long i had waited) the young attenderlet us enter the doc's cabin..
the doc looked at me..and SMILED.in my opinion, my current state of health was supposed to evoke the emapthy of rest of beings in the universe!! and the doc's smlie unnerved me..
'DOctor i'm not well...huh..i have a severe neck ache and a devastating head ache..puff...i cant breathe well..''
' i feel dizzy and like i'm loosing balance...'
i would have listed out a few more ailments and perfected my tone of urgency had it not been for the liitle light on his headgear that shone directly over my face...
soon he ws inserting a stainless steel rod into my nostril and pulling it a bit and focussing light on it..i concluded chinese torture could have been better!
he then pressed the bones over my eyes...AAAAH...this was Massage..
i guessed his clinical examination was over when he pulled out his pen and started scribbling something..he resumed the converstion with my mom on his previous workplace ,job politics etc...(they had been collegues earlier)...while i wondered if doctors undertake special training to get their cryptic handwriting...
He had scribbled 'Alergic rhinitis\allergic brochitis\sinusitis' and some medicines underneath this diagnosis..he then turned the paper and wrote in "ALL CAPS' "EXCERCISE EVERY MORNING"
and then said...
'This is the most important medical treatment ..i must give you.'. with a wry smile on his face..
HMPH...' i grunted to myself..
and as i left i heard him say 'dont forget excercise,lady'
my neck ache has subsided and headache is almost gone. and am strictly following his prescription..but 'the most important treatment'..I WILL DO IT TOMMORROW!! hah..
Sunday, June 04, 2006
my first blog!
It is only a week since my hols started and am already bored of it... Incesssant tv watching and orkutting have lost their charm already..!!
Yet this was what I had planned to do in the 2 -months of holidays that I have before me.
2 months is a great deal of time! considering the meagre 1.5-2 week 'vacation' that our college ocassionally let us have.. not much of holidaying was actually done in that time..but it was a blissful 'stay away' from the dismal building and tiresome routine..
After this so called 'Vacation' we would return to our colleges on rickety buses,get through the chaotic traffic and jump into our seats with feinged anticipation.
Survival was a key concept in college..it depends on selective listening to some,on finishing the SUDOKU in the morning paper during class, on geting every detail of the teachers face with accuracy on the Notebook...need less to say lecture time did really help us unleash our creative skills..
Then the attendance session..this is only thing that we all look forward to and signifies the sole purpose of existence in college..getting marked present for sitting through soporific lectures and meaningless rantings is no more than a highest reward for our tenacity..
After 4 years, college wasn't absolutely a bore..it was 'nice' and tats about it... ' nice' is one phenomenal adjective that fits in mysteriously everywhere ... and is ,in a way, indicative of the wirter's ambivalence about an isssue !!
Now, done with my final semester examinations reminiscences of that the college life that I have left behind and specualtions of the life ahead continue to haunt me....
*****************************************************************
You have just read my first blog..
I am not being modest if call myself a good writer.I am blogger by chance..and am used to dishing out articles at the pace of the provervbial snail..yet. I must mention that I have started to blog to keep my creative afflatus afloat..however, as a blogger ,I hope to develop and retain my commitment to regular blogging..
thanks and regards..
Yet this was what I had planned to do in the 2 -months of holidays that I have before me.
2 months is a great deal of time! considering the meagre 1.5-2 week 'vacation' that our college ocassionally let us have.. not much of holidaying was actually done in that time..but it was a blissful 'stay away' from the dismal building and tiresome routine..
After this so called 'Vacation' we would return to our colleges on rickety buses,get through the chaotic traffic and jump into our seats with feinged anticipation.
Survival was a key concept in college..it depends on selective listening to some,on finishing the SUDOKU in the morning paper during class, on geting every detail of the teachers face with accuracy on the Notebook...need less to say lecture time did really help us unleash our creative skills..
Then the attendance session..this is only thing that we all look forward to and signifies the sole purpose of existence in college..getting marked present for sitting through soporific lectures and meaningless rantings is no more than a highest reward for our tenacity..
After 4 years, college wasn't absolutely a bore..it was 'nice' and tats about it... ' nice' is one phenomenal adjective that fits in mysteriously everywhere ... and is ,in a way, indicative of the wirter's ambivalence about an isssue !!
Now, done with my final semester examinations reminiscences of that the college life that I have left behind and specualtions of the life ahead continue to haunt me....
*****************************************************************
You have just read my first blog..
I am not being modest if call myself a good writer.I am blogger by chance..and am used to dishing out articles at the pace of the provervbial snail..yet. I must mention that I have started to blog to keep my creative afflatus afloat..however, as a blogger ,I hope to develop and retain my commitment to regular blogging..
thanks and regards..
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