Writings, Rambles and Rants

Every story usually begins with “A long time ago” and ends with “Lived happily ever after”. Well, that’s not the case with our profession. Careers rise and fall, not because of who you are but who you are portrayed to be. Long gone are those times when a patient came to you, seeking help to get rid of their pain, whether physical or emotional but since the social media became a source of spreading hatred and false news, things have not been the same.  I wanted to be Doctor who was respected for the work that was done, to feel a sense of satisfaction when a patient smiles after a phase of pain, to make sure every life that could be retrieved from the hands of the grim reaper was saved. I realize that I have become a doctor who is like a guy at a bunk shop who gives what one asks for. The guy at the grocery store you are familiar with, who just seems to give you the best of his stock so that you can come back to him every single time. Every medico (Atleast the Lot of us) studies medi...

Watching famous SITCOMS online has always been a method of putting my mind to rest when I get all worked up. It was going fine, laughing at the jokes each of those characters cracked or the way they spoke about topics we consider taboo in our society, until every character in the show turned 30. Yes, that magical number 30. One more than 29 and one less than 31. I was born in the year 1989 and I trust you would be able to count out how many years I’ve lived on this planet but hey, the best part of turning 30 is rather its worst.  I refer to Theodore Evelyn Mosby a.k.a Ted Mosby, the lonely young man who sits and rambles stories to his children about HOW HE MET THEIR MOTHER (When I have kids, I’m definitely doing that). The show started with Ted living in New York during his late 20’s and searching for the ONE. It wasn’t until much later in the show that he was finally able to meet the woman, get married and have children with her. There, I built an association with that character w...

  She cried aloud with closed eyes Surrounded by four who know not who she was They wore white clothes and had hidden faces No one to scream out to and no one to hold The sound of the wind gushing outside the window Clickity clack went the wheels over the tracks on the meadow They pushed her into a secluded room Where black was white and white was black They took off her clothes and lay her down Her eyes welled up and tears rolled on They tore away the binds Went on ahead and closed the blinds One grabbed on to her hand, looked into her eyes The wet and wailing eyes, saw nothing but a smile Holding her hand was but another As tight as a vice grabbing an udder She tried to pull away and bring her palms together To beg and plead mercy, mercy from the maker The next, held her legs and spread them apart Kept them wide open, farther than the start She writhed in fear like a cornered tot Her head swung side to side and they bother not The next ...

" Enga Pona Raasa ”, the considered “BONUS TRACK” of the album MARYAN. I am yet to see the movie for all the grandeur that it is but what I have never failed to admire or adore is the music and the original score by the great AR Rahman. “Enga Pona Raasa” is a melancholic rendition that calls out to the one lost at sea. Mentioning again that I haven’t yet seen the movie, it feels like the character calls out to the one she loves, the one she misses so dearly and the one she yearns to set eyes on once again. The Song begins with a soft guitar picking which sets the pace and the rhythm of the piece. Listening to the intro piece of this particular song makes one feel as if they are walking along the shores of a cold ocean under a starry night with nothing but a breeze brushing against their face. The remnant of each wave gliding over their feet as they continue traversing the shore. The Darkness of the night mildly lifted by the waxing moon light, the sounds of the foliage as the wind...