“Mamma, how am I here?” The little girl asked, her eyes sparkling with innocence.
“Sweety,” said the mom, “when a man and a woman are very deep in love, a piece of the blue sky falls to the Earth and there you are!”
The most beautiful things in the world are for no reason, either because we failed to find a reason or perhaps there is no reason at all. Oh wait; or may be we don’t care enough to find one as it’s so beautiful the way it is, out of purity; unconditional- ‘no reason’!
Very often, it is said, learn from a kid. The way he shoots up his tiny lil’ hand in the class for anything and everything. The way he dusts off his shorts, each time he falls to get back on his toes in no time, running.
As an adult, even the wisest hesitate when asked. We dig into our failures deeper that we fail to realize that all that matters is to pull oneself together, again. On an average, 90% of thoughts that occur to us in a day are the same of yesterdays’. We live not, now and here. We search for a reason.
At variance, mankind would not have gotten this far with out great minds sacrifice in search of reasons. We prolonged life span, stretched dimensions of luxury but are we losing the happiness of our basic existence all along with reason coming? Was the early caveman a happier person?
I have no answer.
Only in the later years the lil’ girl found out the truth. There is neither a sky nor its shades of blue. Its just when a man and a woman have sex; as a result of a drunken evening, or a contraceptive failure and some fancy; she was born.
Tell me, which answer sounds beautiful; the much imagined blue skies or the reasoning contraception?
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The 5th Semester
Except for ‘no company’ for dinner, it was a fine evening. Finding no identifiable faces at the food court, I sat on a ‘just-till-now’ empty table. Soon, I had my senior citizens all around me. As I couldn’t jus’ stay silent till the last morsel and leave dumb, I asked the most ‘frequently asked question’ a junior asks a senior- “Sir, how is 5th semester??”
First; he giggled and stopped abruptly. Then; gave that let-the-cat-in the bag- out- look to all around. Finally, raised his eyebrows and spoke-
“Are you interested in the railways?”
That was strangest ‘reply in question form’ I ever heard.
“Well, I …yes, I guess.” I said hesitantly.
He bent forward and as if repeating a rhyme and rhymed-
“Mangala
Ernakulam-Nizamuddin- 10:30pm and 2:00am
Trivandrum- Kurla 1:25am and 5:10am. . . ”
and continuing the unfinished giggle continued “Oh! Don’t you worry kiddo, you’ll figure that out, very soon.”
Exams get us crazy, each one of us, at some point or the other. Well, I admit; they drive me crazy at more than jus’ some point; in fact many.
In the 3rd semester; a year ago, as it seems, I went out for a jog in the rain jus’ before the Pathology exam to let out some steam.
It was so cold that I had goose bumps, flattened by falling drops. Cold stares from fellow mates added to the cold. Undecipherable stares from strangers under the umbrella and the ones enjoying the hot tea with no Pathology exam the next day, added further.
In the 4th semester, I bicycled off a few miles in the lightened dark headed towards Parkala road; not able to withstand the joy of the downhill ride, after the pathology exam.
Each of the times, I jumped off my study chair and put on my sneakers with my innocent roomy watching with his eyes wide open, to pump blood to the already pounding grey-white matter. While my good meticulous mates persevered on understanding- how and why a guy’s life can get so fucked up when his 9 and 22 chromosomes throw their long arms around each other, I took off a few minutes to breathe heavily and bathe in sweat all over. Sometimes, to think of nothing, I just think of what I was doing.
I moved my body from one foot to another, transiently suspending myself into the dense air, feeling it momentarily, with ear phones plugged into my ears to distract me from my own thumping heart, synchronously beating with another in the head. My hands were swinging along but opposite. My cramping legs still moved for my naked head to feel the chill in the still air I was pushing through.
In the 5th semester, I stayed home and continued to read, unbothered of my growing lard.
They are over. Today, I traveled a 100km to reach one of the most hyped Sunset view points of the Western ghats at the 14th hair-pin bend Manipal-Agumbe terrain, in an another attempt to discover myself considering the PET [Post Exam Trauma].
I sat there enthralled, rejuvenating myself.
I could see the perfect ball, I bet, made with one single perfect stroke, on the most diversified shades.
Now I know the obvious reasons why Lord Hanuman mistook it for an Orange.
Photo & company courtesy- Tejaswi
Masel(piece of good luck in German) for the upcoming.
p.s. Rock, we will.
#There is a reciprocal translocation of the part of the long arms of chromosome 22 to the long arms of chromosome 9 in the Philadelphia chromosome. It is associated with chronic myelogenous leukemia (CML).
#I did figure it out. The rhyme was the Udupi Railway Schedule. The signor must have heard the same rumbling snore of the night trains, time and again, that, curiousness took him further to know their names which pass by. Good for him, he did really burn the midnight fluorescent bulb. Good for me, I always had my 6 hour slumber ;D
First; he giggled and stopped abruptly. Then; gave that let-the-cat-in the bag- out- look to all around. Finally, raised his eyebrows and spoke-
“Are you interested in the railways?”
That was strangest ‘reply in question form’ I ever heard.
“Well, I …yes, I guess.” I said hesitantly.
He bent forward and as if repeating a rhyme and rhymed-
“Mangala
Ernakulam-Nizamuddin- 10:30pm and 2:00am
Trivandrum- Kurla 1:25am and 5:10am. . . ”
and continuing the unfinished giggle continued “Oh! Don’t you worry kiddo, you’ll figure that out, very soon.”
Exams get us crazy, each one of us, at some point or the other. Well, I admit; they drive me crazy at more than jus’ some point; in fact many.
In the 3rd semester; a year ago, as it seems, I went out for a jog in the rain jus’ before the Pathology exam to let out some steam.
It was so cold that I had goose bumps, flattened by falling drops. Cold stares from fellow mates added to the cold. Undecipherable stares from strangers under the umbrella and the ones enjoying the hot tea with no Pathology exam the next day, added further.
In the 4th semester, I bicycled off a few miles in the lightened dark headed towards Parkala road; not able to withstand the joy of the downhill ride, after the pathology exam.
Each of the times, I jumped off my study chair and put on my sneakers with my innocent roomy watching with his eyes wide open, to pump blood to the already pounding grey-white matter. While my good meticulous mates persevered on understanding- how and why a guy’s life can get so fucked up when his 9 and 22 chromosomes throw their long arms around each other, I took off a few minutes to breathe heavily and bathe in sweat all over. Sometimes, to think of nothing, I just think of what I was doing.
I moved my body from one foot to another, transiently suspending myself into the dense air, feeling it momentarily, with ear phones plugged into my ears to distract me from my own thumping heart, synchronously beating with another in the head. My hands were swinging along but opposite. My cramping legs still moved for my naked head to feel the chill in the still air I was pushing through.
In the 5th semester, I stayed home and continued to read, unbothered of my growing lard.
They are over. Today, I traveled a 100km to reach one of the most hyped Sunset view points of the Western ghats at the 14th hair-pin bend Manipal-Agumbe terrain, in an another attempt to discover myself considering the PET [Post Exam Trauma].
I sat there enthralled, rejuvenating myself.
I could see the perfect ball, I bet, made with one single perfect stroke, on the most diversified shades.
Now I know the obvious reasons why Lord Hanuman mistook it for an Orange.
Photo & company courtesy- Tejaswi
Masel(piece of good luck in German) for the upcoming.
p.s. Rock, we will.
#There is a reciprocal translocation of the part of the long arms of chromosome 22 to the long arms of chromosome 9 in the Philadelphia chromosome. It is associated with chronic myelogenous leukemia (CML).
#I did figure it out. The rhyme was the Udupi Railway Schedule. The signor must have heard the same rumbling snore of the night trains, time and again, that, curiousness took him further to know their names which pass by. Good for him, he did really burn the midnight fluorescent bulb. Good for me, I always had my 6 hour slumber ;D
Monday, August 31, 2009
My Mental Journey [Day- 1]
A joke broke out into the thick humid air that was so heavily lightened that the fog in it was merely visible for the naked eye very close to it.
There was laughter. Then, there was more, all at once, with mouths wide open, each displaying the age-old primitive tools struck up their red bumpy fleshy fields.
The seemingly thinner taller man at the right corner of the Carom table slipped out his upper lateral incisor tinged with yellow like Gold. Next to him sat a plump seemingly shorter man who seemed curious about the carats but continued to laugh along to please the tall, visibly making efforts to pull down his lips to curtain his Tobacco- stained doorway.
Opposite to them sat their company who chuckled for what so reason unknown to them selves. The doctor stood by the doorway, silently watching them and from the angle of his mouth crawled out a smile that on trying to reenter through the cheeks produced a dimple.
They all looked to be enjoying their each own lil’ game.
Above them, overhanging the primeval wall, the once polished shiny chunk of wood now rendered a granular texture with fresh layers of dust stood as a blind witness unbiased and unread.
‘THE PSYCIATRIC WARD’, it read.
There was laughter. Then, there was more, all at once, with mouths wide open, each displaying the age-old primitive tools struck up their red bumpy fleshy fields.
The seemingly thinner taller man at the right corner of the Carom table slipped out his upper lateral incisor tinged with yellow like Gold. Next to him sat a plump seemingly shorter man who seemed curious about the carats but continued to laugh along to please the tall, visibly making efforts to pull down his lips to curtain his Tobacco- stained doorway.
Opposite to them sat their company who chuckled for what so reason unknown to them selves. The doctor stood by the doorway, silently watching them and from the angle of his mouth crawled out a smile that on trying to reenter through the cheeks produced a dimple.
They all looked to be enjoying their each own lil’ game.
Above them, overhanging the primeval wall, the once polished shiny chunk of wood now rendered a granular texture with fresh layers of dust stood as a blind witness unbiased and unread.
‘THE PSYCIATRIC WARD’, it read.
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Casino Royale
Everybody wants miracles to happen. Everybody loses in a casino.
-Me, after losing.
The best prophylaxis to not lose is not to indulge in one just like Park suggests complete abstinence from sex. The beauty of this place is that everybody knows that there is one only lucky man among the bunch on the table and everybody think themselves as that lucky one. The rest lose as designed and make the casino richer. One lucky chance, one lucky opportunity and the very same unexplained luck that happens at birth, destiny and death. Here, it’s just with a few bucks.
It’s the miracles happening and the hope that keeps people going. It’s the one that doesn’t let your eyes close and races your heart even though you are half drunk and though you know its full of crap. It’s a casino. It’s luck. It’s high. It’s luck.
Even in those moments of extreme probability and insaneness, you still prefer to pick those lucky numbers yourselves and blame yourself for whatever is the result.
My failed numbers. . .
-Me, after losing.
The best prophylaxis to not lose is not to indulge in one just like Park suggests complete abstinence from sex. The beauty of this place is that everybody knows that there is one only lucky man among the bunch on the table and everybody think themselves as that lucky one. The rest lose as designed and make the casino richer. One lucky chance, one lucky opportunity and the very same unexplained luck that happens at birth, destiny and death. Here, it’s just with a few bucks.
It’s the miracles happening and the hope that keeps people going. It’s the one that doesn’t let your eyes close and races your heart even though you are half drunk and though you know its full of crap. It’s a casino. It’s luck. It’s high. It’s luck.
Even in those moments of extreme probability and insaneness, you still prefer to pick those lucky numbers yourselves and blame yourself for whatever is the result.
My failed numbers. . .
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Pandemic Puke
"Hey, what's it all about with the Swine Flu?"
layman
"Don't you worry.
It's just flu with not-so-understandable virus. . ."
another not-so-layman
The diction ran to save the fainted fallen fat plump lady.
The six foot tall man entered and stood before them.
He said "Nobody is going to die today."
He lifted her small frail hand; judged her pulses and tried to know her unconscious intentions and declared it as an emergency!
"Geeez" She shouted. " Where the hell are you guys carrying me?" She asked
"The hospital needs you" They collectively answered. She yelled a " Noo!' which rather seemed long.
"But why?"
" Its better to pass out here than to die of that strange P.I.G flu in the hospital there. . ." and the rest was a feeble mumble.
The intelligent someone asked "Did you mean the swine flu?"
"Hell yeah; yuck!" she replied with folds of disgust- three and half on her forehead and two on either side of her tiny nose.
She, then stood, shook to gather herself and left the crowd; dumbfound.
p.s. Based on a real life incident.
Infront of the SBI Atm Manipal @7:46pm.
The brave tall man chose to keep his identity; hidden.
layman
"Don't you worry.
It's just flu with not-so-understandable virus. . ."
another not-so-layman
The diction ran to save the fainted fallen fat plump lady.
The six foot tall man entered and stood before them.
He said "Nobody is going to die today."
He lifted her small frail hand; judged her pulses and tried to know her unconscious intentions and declared it as an emergency!
"Geeez" She shouted. " Where the hell are you guys carrying me?" She asked
"The hospital needs you" They collectively answered. She yelled a " Noo!' which rather seemed long.
"But why?"
" Its better to pass out here than to die of that strange P.I.G flu in the hospital there. . ." and the rest was a feeble mumble.
The intelligent someone asked "Did you mean the swine flu?"
"Hell yeah; yuck!" she replied with folds of disgust- three and half on her forehead and two on either side of her tiny nose.
She, then stood, shook to gather herself and left the crowd; dumbfound.
p.s. Based on a real life incident.
Infront of the SBI Atm Manipal @7:46pm.
The brave tall man chose to keep his identity; hidden.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
A shake up!
Somebody, somewhere, once said; "It is when you create something, you know more about you; a lil' more than anybody else in this world. . ."
Passions of a true kind always jog through innovations.
The smile shutter camera- the one which, in its automatic photographer mode clicks the face; smiling as if asking; "Do you have a digitally recognizable smile?"
An iphone literally saw my jaw falling to the ground. I can never believe myself that such a thing could exist. Frankly, I think it has just traveled accidentally through a time hole from the next century.
Voice command module in our mac through which you can operate by word of mouth.
Softwares with which, you can flip through songs just by a flap of your hand and a blink hard enough without even touching the machine. you got to 'Awe Some'!
Home-made stuff is always relished, so, here are some . . .
ROBKING ~
Lounging comfortably on a Manipal Study cane chair with an comprehensible para from Robbins and Cotran- The PAthologiCal BasIs Of DiseaSe could be fatal.
Cause of death is a potentially dynamic combination of traumatic asphyxia( an angle created by the wooden plank and the tremendously humongous ~ 1.78 kg Robbins on top of it with the frail chest) and mental trauma (of course!)
Concept adopted from 'BURKING' (Forensic Medicine)- a combination of smothering and traumatic asphyxiation named after Burke and Hare who used to kill their victims by this method for the purpose of selling them to anatomical schools.
Raviteja's Sign Of Pyrexia ~ A Confirmatory Test For Fever.
[Actually designed in class six, just couldn't find the right words till professional college ;)]
When you have fever (well, I said confirmatory, Dint I?!)
Sit straight. Shake your head, completely, sideways, and vigorously to be precise. when you feel the dull diffuse ache in the head. . . Voila! there you go, YOU HAVE FEVER!
Modified Raviteja's Sign Of Pyrexia For Older People (who involuntary shake their heads for various unknown neuronal reasons!) is still in the experimental stages.
THE HAVELI CONCEPT ~
Founded by- AT
Developed by- IRT &
Typed by- TT!
There are things that you fantasize.
Fantasizing them makes you happy.
They may not be visibly present anywhere and everywhere;
But we fantasize them anyway because they make us happy.
p.s. Our business is to create.
Passions of a true kind always jog through innovations.
The smile shutter camera- the one which, in its automatic photographer mode clicks the face; smiling as if asking; "Do you have a digitally recognizable smile?"
An iphone literally saw my jaw falling to the ground. I can never believe myself that such a thing could exist. Frankly, I think it has just traveled accidentally through a time hole from the next century.
Voice command module in our mac through which you can operate by word of mouth.
Softwares with which, you can flip through songs just by a flap of your hand and a blink hard enough without even touching the machine. you got to 'Awe Some'!
Home-made stuff is always relished, so, here are some . . .
ROBKING ~
Lounging comfortably on a Manipal Study cane chair with an comprehensible para from Robbins and Cotran- The PAthologiCal BasIs Of DiseaSe could be fatal.
Cause of death is a potentially dynamic combination of traumatic asphyxia( an angle created by the wooden plank and the tremendously humongous ~ 1.78 kg Robbins on top of it with the frail chest) and mental trauma (of course!)
Concept adopted from 'BURKING' (Forensic Medicine)- a combination of smothering and traumatic asphyxiation named after Burke and Hare who used to kill their victims by this method for the purpose of selling them to anatomical schools.
Raviteja's Sign Of Pyrexia ~ A Confirmatory Test For Fever.
[Actually designed in class six, just couldn't find the right words till professional college ;)]
When you have fever (well, I said confirmatory, Dint I?!)
Sit straight. Shake your head, completely, sideways, and vigorously to be precise. when you feel the dull diffuse ache in the head. . . Voila! there you go, YOU HAVE FEVER!
Modified Raviteja's Sign Of Pyrexia For Older People (who involuntary shake their heads for various unknown neuronal reasons!) is still in the experimental stages.
THE HAVELI CONCEPT ~
Founded by- AT
Developed by- IRT &
Typed by- TT!
There are things that you fantasize.
Fantasizing them makes you happy.
They may not be visibly present anywhere and everywhere;
But we fantasize them anyway because they make us happy.
p.s. Our business is to create.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Di-ar-rhea
It was one of those evenings, you know something is wrong and you just do not know, what it is. Just to convince yourself that everything is as fine as ever, you go out to dinner with friends; talk about life and all its goodness, return to your room, turn to your final call to know that the worst thing turned up- diarrhea!
Exams change lives(not as much as loose stools do) but diarrhea during exams; a ‘big’ yes. The change is crazy. Some people look into the metaphysical translucence and what responsibilities offer them. Social workers set out to advice their juniors What-Not-To-Do-In-The-Next semester. While ‘Men of the past’ recount their green ‘not chosen’ career, ‘Men of the future’ make the time table for the semester of tomorrow. Lovers of art love, sing, write and b.l.o.g.
You begin to wonder why every author turns emotional when it comes to writing- “ The Pharmacologial Basis Of Alcohols” and why, why in this whole damn world, Park in his “Preventive And Social Medicine” takes to understand the ‘feelings of the flea’ in starvation and its frantic efforts with its proventriculus blocked; in the spread of Plague, while Robbins and Cotran in their “Pathological Basis Of Disease” chose a full stop to it a paragraph ‘ago’.
You use the breaks between reading the biographies of incessant GODS [somebody said “ If all that is invisible is God, Bacteria suit as well”] to say a hello to your commode rather than playing a game of Nokia 1650 Cricket or checking out how your friend is coping with the mental torture.
You worry about people visiting to sympathize and take away your precious preparation time and worry if they do not visit coz’ you want to be cared. You hear the names of a large number of total alien twisted distorted drugs and appreciate the giant progress humanity has made.
You eat ‘nothing’. Either because each time you see the glory of food, you hear a voice from behind calling it a not-to-be-eaten-in-diarrhea or you wouldn’t want to walk out in the middle of a viva session asking permission to use the toilet as an ‘emergency’.
You feel the subtle differences in the pitch, quality and loudness of each voice answering to the attendance call in the exam hall.
You do not fart, as there is no guarantee that it is a fart. You discover yourself.
You learn to enjoy jokes better; such as,
wassup?
di--ar--rhea. . .
Dude, its DOWN. What is UP?!
The alarm innocently blew off along with the seemingly all others in the hostel at once, unattended; I stopped it at the first ring as I watched the starless night take up the lighter shades of prismatic blue and realized that I haven’t slept all night and yet my eyes were not tired enough. I, then, succumbed to all those receptor agonists and antagonists; slept.
Perhaps sleeping is the element that takes man through the stages of evolution and probably the greatest contribution from ‘a’ man to the mankind till he figures out what Diarrhea 'actually' is and how on Earth can people die of it.
p.s. I got two days off for my Forensic Medicine and needed something to celebrate for “You-Know-Who” has finally gone away.
I have always been fascinated by the skies and the vastness beyond; therefore you find me gazing at it in all my blogs. . . :)
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