The Flight of A Butterfly

Hi again! I haven't written something here for a really long time. Man, I thought multitasking is doable. But apparently, it's not- especially if some tasks are the polar opposites; like memorizing the pharmacological classification of drugs and doing something creative. Today the school near my place is buzzing with activity. It is JEE (joint entrance examination) for entry into the engineering colleges today. People are going crazy all over. And I am reminded of the time I was one of those students. This is the start of the agonising months uptil June with so many entrance exams, the skyrocketing cut off marks, the apprehension and counselling.   A special feature of our country is that we like to keep tabs on who got into which college. You don't remember his name, or his birthday or anything. ....but you are very interested in his exam results.  This sucks. Parents, teachers and relatives, if any of you are reading this...please stop. Its annoying. It is your mental...

It is Christmas and New year again! Before we knew it, a year has passed and made us all hopefully wiser and better. I remember a quote which aptly represents my feelings about a new year- 'Its funny how day by day nothing changes, yet when you look back everything is totally different.' I haven't been able to write anything here for quite a while, because I have been kept occupied with something or the other. Nothing noteworthy; but you know..some errands here and there. Personally I'm not much of a party person. For me, parties have to be with those whom you love to bits. I always used to think that partying with people, staying out till 3 am in the morning would be the ideal way for a new year. But with time, and a few wasted new year evenings I realized that I did not actually like them. I would rather watch one of my favorite movies on TV with something to munch on, quietly whisper a happy new year to myself and then go to sleep.   2015 has been a big yea...

September 2nd 2014. Clouds in the sky. A slight drizzle. One hundred and fifty students walked towards a new life. A different life. And it began with the Dissection Hall.  Before entering the anatomy department a huge quote welcomed us..... 'THE ONLY PLACE WHERE THE DEAD TEACH THE LIVING'. I was intrigued. Awestruck (I still am). However I didn't understand the full potential of this until I saw the Dissection Hall (DH). For any first year medical student, the DH is probably the most exciting thing they could ever see. You know, the formalin soaked dead bodies, that pungent smell enough to make you cry and all the Cunningham manuals. This is the place where we, for the first time, come in contact with the human body and get to know the machinery of it. Cut and remove and count every muscle, organ or vessel of the body. The first few months, we were scared. Not in the exact sense of the word; not scared of the cadaver but intimidated by the fact that ...

1. Attend your school/college/office ceremony .  It is not a holiday. If you are present at your college or workplace, please do watch the national flag unfurl and stand with your eyes shining with pride. It a chance for you to remember what our ancestors did for your freedom.  And pay homage to those great souls. 2. Stand straight, shoulders broad and chin up during the national anthem. Be proud of it.   Putting your right hand on your heart and singing the anthem is not practised in our country. You need to stop doing that. 3. Donate. Help.   Empathize.   A few clothes, food or any other necessary commodity to the needy. Better still, why don't you provide for the lunch of the kid who comes and cleans your windshield or sells you the flags and other things at a traffic post? Make that child believe that good people are still out there. 4. Pick up the national flags lying around after 15th August...

God's providence is your only inheritance.   Small aim is a crime. If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like it. These are some of  the thoughts of perhaps the greatest visionary of our generation.  The man who inspired millions transcending all barriers that exist, who encouraged us to embark on our dream journey has finished his own. This post is a tribute to  India’s Missile Man, People's President, Bharat Ratna......the epithets will never end. Dr. A.P.J. Abdul Kalam was a person par excellence with his vision of India 2020 and an uncanny ability to inspire every single soul he interacted with. Here is my message for him. Sir, You made us feel empowered with your enthusiasm.  Your vision of Developed India by 2020 and your tireless efforts to work towards it showed us what passion really means. As a scientist, you were the face behind India’s missile program. As a teacher,   you taught us how to think, no...

A s I flip through the albums in the closet, A wave of memories hits me. I am reminded of the days gone by Days of innocence and joy. What fun it was, going to school Bringing back just homework, not suppressed anger Oh what fun it was playing in the neighbourhood Coming home with scrapped knees and elbows, Not emotional injuries that cut through the heart Celebrating the rain, not cursing the traffic. Climbing the trees just to see what the world from above looks like. A cricket match in your area... Held more promise than the stock market. The Mickey Mouse watch gifted by your friends is always more special than Rado and Rolex….. Where maturity didn’t come in the way of living your heart out. The summer hols, with cousins and friends. The afternoons had no time for boredom. Full of cartoons, books and ice creams and toys, And huge fandoms Power Rangers and Ben 10. Trading cards of WWE, and Pokemon. Delightful; in the truest sense of the word. The birt...