Flight

The ground beneath my feet had run out. The ravine stared me in the face. The wind tried to push me over the edge . Fate had always colluded with the Present to make me come crashing to the barren realms of reality. And lo and behold I had wings. My angst ridden soul tore up the fabric of space and I soared above the mortals. Yonder I saw the regimented routines followed by men and ants for now I had the vision of an eagle too. The atmosphere and gravity which had been my shackles slipped away and I was as free as a naked soul. A solid corporeal entity ensconced in the music of its beating wings with the blue river of sky and the white fields of clouds its playgrounds. Then I cried with the purest sensation of joy coursing through every particle of my being. As my teardrops became kin to raindrops I writhed with the pure ecstacy of freedom . And then I fell. Then I fell… The ground beneath rushed up to embrace me. The tentacles of death tried to snatch away the beauty of those perfect moments for drudgery is eternal and beauty is ephemeral. Then I smiled . For I did not want to die not smiling…

I'M BACK

Well here i am back in bloggerville.Just want to jot down a few random thoughts of mine-
If reality was borne on the wings of dreams we would be existing in beautiful chaos.
How real is reality .Is happiness real. Is pain real.Woudn't it be better if we could mould them as easily as our thoughts.
Love is a figment of everybody's imagination .We created it for eternally suffering bliss.
Well thats it for now i'll keep blogging and one day hopefully someone will read this.....

VIVA LE BLUES

The misery of a viva is a thing everyone who has ever been a student is familiar with.The entry into the prof' s or teacher's room revokes the images of a bleating goat being led into the sacrificial chamber.And how you wish you could also bleat in fear but supremely confident appearance is one of the criteria for a succesful viva.But ever since I became insane(my friends help me push the date back frequently) i have started enjoying the viva voce.I nearly burst out laughing at my miserable vivas.Sometimes i really want to laugh aloud and tap the back of my questioner in sympathy.In those moments i realise that i have finally become the crackpot i was destined to be.I feel elated instead of depressed after every miserable viva of mine.I really love coming back to my room after a viva;putting the latch and then putting some head banging song on ......my ipod(no speakers,so my player is ruled out).Then i dance(a very polite term for my kicking and flailing my arms about).In those moments i feel more alive than all the miserable and dreary days of my life.For I love a good laugh more than anything else.So I keep pulling my friend's legs and they think that i am a cynical heartless bastard (well sometimes).That is me for you in a nutshell.

SOME JOKES

Well these are just some jokes from a newspaper.real good ones so just thought of sharing them-
ANNIVERSARY
A woman gets up in the night to find that her husband was not in the bed.
She puts on her robe and goes downstairs to look for him.She finds him sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee in front of him .He appeared deep in thought ,just staring at the wall.She watches as he wipes a tear from his eye and takes a sip of coffee.
"What's the matter, dear?"she whispers as she steps into the room."Why are you down here at this time of night ?"
The husband looks up,"Do you remember 20 years ago when we were dating,and you were only 17?"he asks solemnly.
The wife is touched thinking her husband is so caring and sensitive."Yes,i do"she replies.
The husband pauses .The words are not coming easily."Do you remember when your father caught us in the back seat of my car?"
"Yes,i remember",says the wife,lowering herself into a chair beside him.
The husband continues"Do you remember when he shoved a shotgun in my face and said ,"Either you marry my daughter,or i will send you to jail for 20 years ".
"I remember that too",she replies softly.
He wipes another tear from his cheek and says "I would have gotten out today!"





LAW TALK
A guy phones a law firm and says ,"I want to talk to my lawyer."The receptionist says ,"I'm sorry but your lawyer died last week."The next day the same guy phones the law firm and says ,"I want to speak to my lawyer."Once again the receptionist replies,"I'm sorry,but your lawyer died last week."
The next day the guy makes his regular call to the law firm and says"I want to speak to my lawyer"."Excuse me sir",the receptionist says ,"but this is the third time i've had to tell you that your lawyer died last week .Why do you keep calling?"The guy replies,"Because i love hearing it!"

ITS A DOCS LIFE

The stars shine down upon these angels on earth,
God created them to counter humanity's dearth,
But are they not humans too,
Then why are they expected to act unlike the other mortals do..
Some doctors will say that the c in the title should be changed to g.I have been a medical student for two years now.I have seen such gore that the most gross scene in any movie pales in front of it.Those chopped off limbs and all cant even capture a fraction of the real gore. Please dont read after taking your lunch. One example is -Some of my batchmates saw a doctor sawing off a diabetic patients dead foot with the patient calmly watching on .No anaesthesia .None needed.For the foot was dead .There is a ward with many diabetic patients; being from extremely poor backgrounds they didnt come for management earlier so now have lost one to all of their limbs.There are the cancer patients and unlike what laymen think its not so rare.They look like people eaten up by an insiduous parasite.Then comes the children.You see angels wracked with the most hideous ailments ever.You begin to wonder whether god really exists .For if he does how can he let those poor innocents suffer.Ulcers.For laymen a apparently common harmless occurrence.Reality -as if an invisible hand has taken a scoop out of the very bodies of the patients .We saw a patient with an ulcer having eaten away the muscles and skin of his forearm baring bones.His screams were heart rending with the pain killers too until sedatives kicked in.BURN S patients.We see them in various degrees of decomposition.In severe burns if we see their beds empty the next day we know better than to ask .Death simply seems to prowl the corridors.Once at night time on a stormy day one of my friends got hurt.We took him to the emergency services.We saw a patient struck by lightning .Burnt and convulsing.Talking about emergency services during my visits there i have seen patients so knocked up that their bones showed through in several places.Lying in the puddle of their own vital fluids their glazed eyes bore into ones soul.
We see oozing masses protruding from patients private regions.We do some examinations in which blood spurts out at a single touch.We see operations where humans are forced to act like sophisticated butchers to cure fellow humans and prolong their life spans.The blood,the sounds of the suction equipment,some weird looking procedures(like a doc hammering away with a chisel on a patients jaw ) ;all sorts of things.Some students nearly faint in the op theatres.Then comes the practise part.In the third year we start practising some minor things on patients moving on from dummy exercises to the real thing.Then there is the dread of labour room postings.Unlike the ever smiling docs from the movies we consider it to be the most challenging and tough assignment of our entire course.You know the joy of holding someone s bundle of joy pales in comparison to 18 hour workday.Standing on your own two feet for 18 hours a day for two consecutive weeks (no weekend breaks)is not an attractive prospect.The risk of AIDS and HIV hanging like the sword of damacles over your head.Why?Because despite every protection one mistake and you can get a lethal disease while helping others bring someone to life.There s irony for you.
If by now you think that i am a queasy and lazy bum who hates this profession for these reasons alone i wont blame you.But hold your horses a bit.Here comes the part i really hate.Something changes deep inside you.You tend to become an automaton to keep your sanity intact.Emotions tend to receed.You become less spontaneous.More mechanised.Some say it gets you respect and gratitude from your patients and the public in general.But the respect is equivalent in duration to the treatment and if the therapy despite the doctor s best efforts does not somehow succeed ,then look out for those brickbats.I am no demi god like those smiling docs who retain their humanity and take the brickbats and the gratitude in their stride .Who keep on striving to bring back vigour to many more lives.To extend the lifespans of their fellow beings.I salute all doctors-my heroes and truly great mortals.Acknowledge them if you will....

CLOSE

WHEN THE WIND RUSTLES THROUGH HER HAIR,
THERE SEEMS TO BE A GLORIOUS SCENT IN THE AIR,
MY WORLD COMES TO A HALT WHEN SHE COMES CLOSE ,
THE BACKGROUND BECOMES HAZY AND THE WORLD SEEMS AS DELICATE AS A ROSE,
THERE IS GREAT BEAUTY IN THIS WORLD I REALISE IN THAT MOMENT,
THAT MOMENT WHICH GIVES ME OH SO SWEET A TORMENT,
THE TORMENT OF LONGING FOR THAT MOMENT TO GO ON FOREVER,
KNOWING FULLY HOW VAIN THIS HOPE IS AS THIS CAN BE THE TRUTH NEVER,
THAT MOMENT WHICH SEEMS LIKE A SECOND YET A THOUSAND YEARS ,
THAT MOMENT WHICH BRINGS ME GREAT JOY YET MANY TEARS,
THE TEARS THAT ARE PRICELESS FOR ME,
THE TEARS THAT BRING ME DIVINE ECSTACY.....
( CLARIFICATION-I am teased by some friends of mine that i must be writing this romantic stuff for some one .But the truth is(and i am not holding any fingers intertwined behind my back)these lines just come anywhere from a bus to a lecture hall and i make them into short sweet poems(well i hope that short sweet part sounded sweet) )

THE LOST SMILE

THE SMILE THAT WIPED AWAY MANY A TEAR OF MINE ,
THE SMILE THAT USED TO LIFT ME FROM MISERY TO ECSTACY DIVINE,
THE SMILE WHOSE WARMTH MADE ME FEEL AS IF THE SUN WEREN'T FURTHER THAN A MILE,
THE SMILE THAT MADE IT WORTH LIVING IN THIS WORLD OF GUILE,
THE SMILE AS BEAUTIFUL AS THE DEW ON A GARDEN ROSE ,
THE SMILE THAT UPLIFTED ME AND MADE OUR SOULS CLOSE,
THE SMILE THAT MADE MERE SECONDS MORE PRECIOUS THAN MANY HOURS,
THE SMILE THAT MADE ME FEEL AS IF THE WORLD WAS OURS,
THE SMILE THAT HAD THE INNOCENCE AND THE BEAUTY OF A CHILD,
THE SMILE THAT MADE ME FEEL AS FREE AS THE ANIMALS WILD,
THAT SMILE I MISS MORE THAN I CAN EXPLAIN IN MERE WORDS,
ESPECIALLY NOW THAT I FEEL SO LONELY THAT IT HURTS......
ASEEM MAHAJAN

short story- THE TRAMP

DOWN THE ROAD HE TRAVELLED ON,
FOR THEIR DESTINY LIED WAITING AT THE HORIZON.
The tramp was striding down the road clutching a newspaper with a spring in his step despite his ragged appearance.Torn clothes and a layer of grime did not deter him from whooping in joy every now and then.The entrance to the park he spent his days in ,loomed ahead.The park bench had been his home for a year or so.If he had washed off the layer of grime and dressed up properly many people would have recognised him.And they would have been shocked to see his present condition. He had been a rich man.He had owned a chain of very succesful book stores.He was going to Europe to promote business and have a pleasure trip as well.
On reaching London he checked into a hotel. After refreshing himself he arranged a taxi for a sight seeing tour to cover some part of the city.After all he did not want to waste his day.That was when IT happened.The taxi slowed down at a traffic light.And he saw a sight that he could never forget for the rest of his life.He saw her.It was not as if she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.But his eyes refused to stop seeing her.His mind told him that he had to be with her to be happy.He had to see her everyday to be truly alive.It felt as if his life had built up to this particular moment in time.In a sort of trance he jumped out of the taxi and the taxi driver's universally colourful lingo (made so by daily interaction with the mosaic of humanity)came forth bringing him to attention.He paid him much more than the fare .He just went up to her.She seemed shocked at his behaviour.He opened his mouth but only gibberish came out.He controlled himself and said"Will you have dinner with me?"She just blurted out "Er...Yes." There was a look of astonishment on her face,at her own reply or his audacity he never came to know.He said a restaurant's name and she again replied in the affirmative.He felt like a high school kid who asks out a girl for the first time.He wanted to hug all the people walking on the street.He began jumping up and down and stopped only when people started eyeing him warily.He laughed like a crazy man but suddenly he realised that she had only said she will come .She might become nervous and not turn up at all.Still worried he reached the venue half an hour earlier.She was already there.Both of them looked astonished that the other had kept this strange appointment. He had never felt that so much was at stake.He wanted to be entertaining without even risking offending her in anyway. They both started a bit nervously.Then they opened up as if they had known each other their entire lives.She was an orphan and had just left her job as a receptionist at a hotel.In the course of their conversation they just decided that they would take the europe trip together.They went to France.Italy.Germany.Spain.They laughed,they fought and before they knew it they were married in a small church on the outskirts of london.They left for New york man and wife.
Life was bliss for a couple of years until it began.She started losing weight and the colour in her cheeks faded away.She became pale and morose.They went to their family doctor who recommended them to a specialist.The specialist did some tests.Telling a patient a bad prognosis is one of the toughest parts of being a doctor,but he told them.The word seemed to float around the room making the atmosphere dense.She fainted.He sat dumbfounded. 'The last stages of cancer.Its too late to save her',the doctor spoke in a monotone .His profession made him immune to their pain.But their world just collapsed around them.The doctor revived her and after asking a few more questions to the doctor,they left.They were walking listlessly to the car park when she stopped him."Dont think i am being melodramatic or anything but please marry after i die"The withering look he gave her then was the first time she saw him so angry.He did not reply.He did not need to reply.On reaching home he assigned all his assistants to compile the names of all the best specialists and any revolutionary treatment they could discover.The list was compiled and every person on that list was consulted.All the revolutionary techniques applicable were used under the supervision of the best doctors.Nothing worked.She died 3 months after being diagnosed.He lost interest in business.He lost interest in life as such.4 months later he heard of a small company that had made a breakthrough discovery in cancer chemotherapy.It could revolutionise cancer treatment.He talked to them and asked a specialist to assess their claim.The company needed finance to complete their research and manufacture the drug.Bigger pharmaceutical companies just wanted to wait till the patent lapsed to garner maximum profits.The specialist assured him of their authencity.He could not wait for anyone else to lose a loved one for financial considerations.He sold all his bookstores ,his house,everything he owned.His frieds tried to persuade him to stop .He gave the money to the company.The night his house was sold he disappeared .It was three months ago.The first night he slept on a park bench.And that was where he was now. The source of his joy an article on a miraculous cancer cure.Then he again became sad for now only one question remained for him -How long before i join her?