My love!

I remember the first time I saw her. The evening was hot and the inners wet. The Sun poured down sweat that precipitated on the cooler mortals. She stood in the corner of the dark room along with her other friends. She was different. She smelled different. I couldn’t help noticing her. At first from the corner of my eyes and then, inevitably staring at her. The mirror glare from the rider passing by disturbed her grace. She noticed me and broke my stare, threw my head down and filled me with guilt to the brim. I had no reason, why? I stared at the Taj Mahal much longer and nobody said a thing!

I was at the same place the next day. Maybe, it was just coincidence.  She was there too. None of us said a thing. I was there the next evening and perhaps the next one too until all it took was a simple handle- shake.

I don’t really remember much after that. The ride was always pretty smooth with her. I could never get bored. The feeling was always like the wind sweeping through my hair making curls and sweet subtle music as it sensitively touched my eardrum as it left softly brushing my pinna. She took me to new places, introduced me to new fellas. There was always something to do, something new. She rarely complained and though there were a few misunderstandings; the mechanic was not far away. 

She always farted silently. She was always very polite and waited patiently for me. She always took hours long to clean up but always looked prettier than the last time I saw her. She intimidated the other girls. Oh boy! You could tell! She could never bear thirst. You had to get her the drinks else she wouldn’t budge.

She needs to be treated more delicate than a flower. I feared every second if I would bruise her if I hit, any harder. But she could endure any pain, race any distance and a great opportunist. She never backed down. For her, stamina is nothing more than one extra foot when your heart is ‘one hundred percent exhausted’ and your mind says ‘no more’. Man! She is a winner. 

In the many years I have known her I could never tell how special she is to me, until now. You are a miracle. Happy anniversary Laura! You are the most wonderful thing anybody could ever own!

p.s. Laura is a bike.

What make great quotations GREAT!

I have always wondered what made good quotations great. Is it really who said them or are they great because the ones who heard them have interpreted them greatly. Many times in life, we hear people say profound things just in the passing; things that are capable of igniting minds and changing lives.

As a tribute to my wonderful friends, here are some of my best catch!

"Cases are not stupid; only case sheets are."
- Priyanka Shuklae. 13/05/2011.

"We all just pretend."
-Krithika Singh  on her latest night out.

"You are distracting yourself."
- Roopa Patel on things distracting me.

"The vaguest of symptoms precipitate the sophisticated of investigations."
- Me; on the patient's investigation report for 'giddiness'.

"Teach me something."
-Miss Ann in her intermittent awakening phases of her sleep- wake cycles at clinical postings.

"There is an old dictum of mine. If you know, write. If you don't; write more."
-Anonymous; who had taken 8 additional s for the OBG exam.

"Off the eyes is off the mind."
- Re-quoted by Mr. Roy.

5 ways to know if an Indian women is anaemic. . .

The content below is extremely offensive under United States Code, Title 18, Section 2257-

1. All FAIR Indian women are anemic unless proved otherwise.

2.They have always wanted to donate blood but never did.

3. They speak of bearing 'red plump' children, all the time.

4. They eat chicken though never touch real foood. [Controversial]

5.They pay close attention to the indicator as they pass through the walk through metal detector.

Find more and get a personalized signed copy of Nikil Nandineni sleeping in LR's class.

p.s.A walk through metal detector detects the metal on your body. Here, we speak of the Iron in Haemoglobin ;p ;)

One step further. . .

It was a cold winter morning. As the breeze was busy cracking the tender dry skin, we were preparing for the cross-country race for the early Sunday morning. The bells rang with no indifference like any other weekday as everybody left their laziness in their previous day night clothing.

The first boy and the first girl who make it across the entire village, the valley down the bridge and into the forest and back will be declared champions for the week’s cross country race will proudly hoist the national flag upon the school’s administrative office and will have their names in red bold letters on the main notice board for an entire week until somebody else will run his ass off!

As we assembled in those lines according to heights and spacing each other with our hands as rulers, I realized that I was standing next to the all time cross country champion! Who wouldn’t dream of being a person like that of him?! I had to satiate my share of curiosity and so asked him the question that had been so tirelessly running round & round in my head,

“Do you ever get tired?”

He turned towards me and gave me a weird look. I know it was a stupid question but I had a reason- I was just too young!

Then, more questions hit my head.

 “Aren’t you scared of entering the forest alone before the entire group makes it?”

“What do you do when you feel really thirsty and when your legs ache very badly?”

“Do you take breaks?”

“How do you build your stamina?”

I didn’t know what to ask. He waited as I simply stared at him. I finally asked-

“What do you do when you when you feel like stopping?”

“Take a step further”; he simply answered.

The whistles blew and we ran in colorful shorts to entertain the drowsy on looking villagers. As I took the first breaths of the unused air scented with Eucalyptus, all I could think of is what he said.

Alas! It is not who that is stronger or who with the greatest potential that matters. The question that matters is, “ who endures it the hardest and the farthest of all?” When every cell in your very existence is devoid of energy; when the very breath is about to run out; when every iota of energy is spent- Can you dare to take one step further?

Stamina is no virtue or skill, my friend. It is just the will to take one another steps further!

p.s.  Dedicated to Madhusudhan Reddy and to the conversation at the Amphi theatre hill on the Sunday morning.