While I'm gone... the Connoisseur's choice

I gotta go away... There's no escaping that fact. I need to read like crazy if I'm gonna clear my exams and become the doctor I entered this city to become in 2007.

I was touched by someone I've never met asking me "Will you atleast post blogs?" I said "No.. I really need to de-Facebook myself and de-blog too for awhile. "
Then she gave me a suggestion.. why don't you put up a "Top posts" list so we can read it ?
"Duh !! That's what the SOMETHING FOR EVERYONE widget is on the sidebar" I replied.

Well, apparently, that's still too big a list !!
So before I leave, I'm leaving you a buffet of my personal fav blogposts which I'm guessing many haven't read - you know, back from the good old days between 2005 - 2008.
Man, it's been a long time.

Ok, fine.. so going by genre, here are my own personal favourites.
That's 31 articles I count, one for each day of the month.
This should keep you all busy for the rest of the month on the days when you really need to read something and the net just ain't producing articles fast enough for ya.
P.S. As always, if you find an article interesting, please follow the blogger's Bible and comment on it.

1b) Closure
Both were memories I'd rather not remember. But they were also valuable lessons that being a doctor isn't just about the shiny coats and the free clicky-top pens.


2b) Ask Uncle Rosho, ( my stint as an agony aunt )
2c) Classifiles ( The origin of ButtCrack ) and
2d )Unreal Me. ( What my real profile should read )
I'm always at my best when I'm ignorantly super confident.
Also my short lived Tabloid Section under Godyears.. I really should start again soon once I'm done with my studies.
Oh, and it wouldn't be complete without choosing a Ruby post , of course.


3.Romance is mostly personal so some choices mean more than others to me.
3a) To the Stranger I love where ever she maybe.
3b) Son of a Greater God I am eternally grateful to Ratzz for printing and sending this to my dad. Such selflessness is commendable in this day and age, especially considering we've never even met.
3c) Heartstrings about telling someone you love them... fact or fiction ?


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I take thee.. through sickness and health.. FOR GRANTED

I enjoy watching couples in love. Seriously. I could be sitting in a restaurant, at an airport or even in an operation theatre and I'd be smiling just watching couples laugh and tease each other. It's my perversion. I'm like that old man, sitting in the parkbench, feeding pigeons and just enjoying watching couples happy around each other. ( Ok, ya, you have a point - me sharing food isn't very likely so let's skip the feeding pigeons bit).
But then I know all that glitters isn't gold, either. I'm no stranger to that phrase in this context. I know every couple has their ups and downs, that not many of the young lovebirds I observe will finally make it to the altar, that fate has many a twist left in store.
Which is why I always counsel people who ask to keep working at love, to put in the extra effort, to learn to compromise. In all these years, I've played Cupid ( yes, with an extra large diaper !! ) many a time - helping start relationships, giving sound and unsound advice when needed, taking the blame for one's mistake to avoid their relationship failing, helping them eloping across countries and yes, even in breaking up relations that were harmful to one of the members.
Why am I such a staunch believer in the power of love ?
Because in almost every case I know, the person has become a better man/woman after falling in love. It's an elixir like none other - once you learn to see beyond yourself and think about someone else's wellbeing, you're immediately on the road to being a greater person than you once were.

Which is why the next incident annoyed me.

There's this girl. ( I refuse to call her woman, inspite of her age... age isn't a criteria for anything except those scary rides in the amusement park, kids.. always remember that. Ok, ya. Underage sex too. ) Anyway, she's is in a long distance relationship with a guy she met awhile back and who's madly in love with her. Now she has a bad test in college. It's inconsequential really, as far as exams go. But then she goes and hypes it up and whines about it to her boyfriend who's many an airmile away. She makes it up to be a life changing exam and starts her water works.
Guy in love does something really touching. Even though he has work the next day, he boards a flight from Delhi to Mumbai,travels another 100 odd kms and lands up at her place at 8pm just to see her (P.S. She has no landlord curfews ). Rather than spend quality time with him, she calls out her coworkers to show them that this is how her boyfriend is, tells him she's not hungry so isn't coming with him for dinner and gives him a pat on the shoulder and a warm handshake and turns away. He has to ask her just to see him off to the gate of the building. And he has to fend the night for himself alone in the city while waiting for his early morning flight back to Delhi and work.

And the girl ? She then does the rounds of all those who she introduced him to with the same queries :
"So what do you think of him ?"
"Is he good enough for me ? I think he's fat ?"
"This is my power. I can make him come when I want."

I know. I know. Everyone probably has a tale to tell like this, with gender reversal most likely - the boy being the tool and playing with the girl's feelings. I don't disagree. But honestly, I just felt so disgusted at this.

Inspite of being ubiquitous, Love is so damn precious and rare in this world. You really do need to be blessed to be loved. And here, when someone travels all those miles just to show moral support for the one he loves, all you can do is parade him around like a prize stallion and then kick him off and go around telling everyone "This is my power. I can make him come when I want" ?

Mr God, I know you're drunk sometimes while handing out love connections ( Two timing , fan screwing, gangbanging Ashley Cole gets Cheryl Cole ? I mean, really ??? Just cause he can kick a ball, he gets that piece of goddess !! I can kick a ball too and I can't even get my dog to acknowledge me in the morning unless I share my breakfast with her !!), but I really hate it when you give it to people who are so undeserving and who just take advantage of someone else's feelings.

That's not done, dude. You're spoiling the image of love for us humans down here. Pay more attention next time you're handing out love coupons, okay, Big G ?
Some people don't deserve it. More importantly, some people don't deserve to have their feelings treated like a joke and their love treated like a chewtoy.

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The War Maker

"Dad !!! Are you and mom fighting ?"
I kept my face buried between the newspaper sheets. I could hear the dishes being washed in the kitchen.

Flash back to 10 minutes ago.
Me : "Fool. "
She : "Idiot. Lazy bum."
Since I was already lazed over the couch watching the game, she decided to take the high ground and stormed off.
War had been declared.

Present day :
"Dad !! Yoohoo ? Dad ?"
I counted to 10. Slowly. Then peeped from the corner of the newspaper.
They were still there, of course. I tried to hide back within the confines of the business news but Priya was too fast. She snatched the paper from my hands. I sighed. My dear kids sat beside me on either side.
"What makes you think we're fighting ?" I asked sweetly.
"She told us to go ask that idiot if he wants tea."
"Oh, has her brother come... I didn't see him." A loud clanging informed me that a vessel had dropped with some force 'accidentally' in the kitchen. Then the footsteps.


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Youreallywannamarryme.com

Okay, so here’s the deal. I was browsing through a couple of matrimonial sites ( for a friend, of course ) and I was a bit taken aback by what I saw.

Sample 1 : Our daughter is 26 years old. She is beautiful with fair/wheatish complexion and is excellent in studies. She is Godfearing, hardworking and has a fun loving personality with no mood swings. No bad habits. She is currently employed in a multinational company earning a crapload of money. Her dad is a kickboxer and is very protective of her. Her mom is a retired principal and loves giving impositions. She has two siblings, both in the army and having guns. We are looking for an alliance of same caste with a super crapload earning, NRI boy who’s a doctor/head of company/engineer/astronaut, yet down to earth and will look after her.

Sample 2 : Our daughter is 25 years and 364 days old. She is excellent in complexion and fair/wheatish in studies. She is hardworking by nature and funloving. Very religious too. Absolutely no bad habits or mood swings. She is currently employed in a college that receives funds from a multinational company that earns a crapload of money. Her dad is a principal and mom is a kickboxer who is very protective of her. She has one sibling – he owns a gun. We are looking forward to hearing from people of same caste who earns more than our daughter’s MNC funded college. He should be a /doctor/ down to earth astronaut/ engineer and look after her well.

Sample 3 : Our daughter is 26 years and 1 day old. She is extremely hardworking and very fun loving. She is fair throughout the day and wheatish by personality. God loves her. She has no bad habits and lots of good habits. Her dad is a retired army man who owns no weapons and mom is a housemaker. Her elder brother works in the Gulf, doing stuff which is not entirely illegal. We are looking forward to hearing from like minded NASA working outgoing spacesuit wearing pilots/doctors/engineers of same caste and pincode area , preferably from Earth if not down to it ,who will look after her.

P.S. She is a kickboxer and is very protective of herself. Prone to mood swings.



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Medical memories : Barkout at Mens Hostel

Time : 11pm
Site : Medical College Mens Hostel.
Actors : Me and H, sitting on the balcony of our hostel which faces the main road with V, our batchmate. Now we knew each other only a few months back then but rumour had it that V had connections with the underworld.

Anyway, there we sat, with books open while we discussed , well, gossiped about our fellow batchmates when suddenly a jeep stopped in front of the hostel. Four surly looking older men peeped out from the jeep's various orifices. One of them stared at us sitting in the first floor window sill. In the silence of the night, his words rang out quite clearly to everyone.

Jeep dude : (in an obvious drunken slur ) V !!! You bastard !! You thought you could get away, no ?
V : ( to us ) Damn. This asshole came here also. Mark my words, man. I'll kill this guy one day.
V : Flute you, asshole !! ( He may have said something other than flute, but then I don't use such language. Much. Ok, maybe a bit. Oh, Flute you, mother fluter !! Let me get on with my story !! )
Anyway, the verbal lashing continued in all it's glory with the odd passerby and stray dog watching, besides me and H.
Jeep dude : You pussy !! My dad fluted your mom !
V : Bastard. Your mom also fluted my dad !!
Jeep dude : Don't talk about my mom, asshole !
V : Get lost, you drunk flute !! Go tell your mom to get a life.
Jeep dude : Bastard. I'll see you tomorrow. If you value your life, get the package. ( H figured it was drugs, I figured it was a hidden murder weapon. )
V : Yeah sure ! I know where to find you man.. bastard. I'll get your fluting package and stuff it up your ass.

And just like that, it was over. The jeep drove off and I and H were left sitting on the window sill as V turned to us. Even before V turned to us, both of us got off the sill. ( We later confirmed that the same thought had passed through both our minds : V might push us of the ledge so that there was no human eye witness to testify that he, the underworld don, had been insulted by some rowdy. )
V : Did you guys see that ?
H : No !! No ! I didn't see anything.
Me : I didn't hear him insult you either. Really. You see, I have this ear defect... a moth went in when I was a child.. it's still living in there. I hear noises all the time... but not that guy shouting at you. I didn't hear that.

Strong as my alibi sounded, I was still glad my lies were interrupted by the appearance of a rachety old figure slowly moving towards us. It was the warden, an old thin man, who'd probably have flown away if you sneezed in front of him. Still that ol' walking bone set was heaven to both of us at that moment - surely we wouldn't be killed in front of him ?

Warden : V, I heard some noise. Somebody was calling your name.
Crap ! Just had to bring it up, didn't he ? Now what ? How would we get out of this one ?
V turned to the warden and said in that chilled out drawl of his. "So you could hear it ?" ( In my mind's eye, I wondered how odd it would look when they found our bodies - 2 fat guys and a stick insect washed up on the beach.. the thin guy's body floating like a log while turtles used H and my body as surfboards to teach their young. )
Warden : Yes, it was quite loud. Who was that ?
V looked at us, then at the warden.
V : That was my brother, sir. He had just dropped by to ask for the CD of Kaho Na Pyaar Hai. I told him I'd get it to him tomorrow.

And you know what ? It really was !! He'd forgotten to hand over the CD that night ... what we had witnessed wasn't the prelude to a gang war.. it was just a brother telling the other to get the CD when he came home , with added brotherly affection !!

P.S. With time, we'd realise that V was the ultimate chillout dude ( as was his fluting brother )who loved hyping his "don" image just to spook the others and we'd go on to be great friends and yes, even have a famous adventure together where we would discover a lost land.

Medical college life isn't always about the patients and the books. It's also about all the cool characters you get to meet along the way. I guess I got my share of wild cards too while God was shuffling. I owe you one, Big Guy

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Can we grow up and wish her well..

"She couldn't get anyone else ?"
That seems to be the reaction of everyone who's heard the news.
"Sania Mirza to wed Shoaib Malik"
First there's disbelief. And that's ok. I get it. I thought she was just getting out of a broken engagement too. So this news of a rebound wedding came as a shock. But then the insults start. And that I don't get.
"She couldn't get anyone else ?" "We have 1 billion population ( What a creditable fact to tout around ) and she goes and chooses him?"
"Couldn't she have married a nice Indian cricketer like Zaheer or Irfan?" And then the insults start - calling her a terrorist, a traitor, insulting her weight issues, calling her a useless tennis player,insulting her moral character, insulting those of her faith ( heaven forbid we miss a chance to do that now ) ...
Sigh...
What's wrong with you people ? She's getting married and all you can do is curse her ?
Everyone's saying it's not ok because he's a Pakistani. Is that really the case though ? When Moshin Khan married Reena Roy or Imran Khan had an affair with Zeenat Aman, was this the reaction ?
Because as far as I remember, we tend to be intolerant for a lot more than just
inter-country relations.

Sure it's ok for Shah Rukh, Aamir, Hrithik and Saif to go
inter-religion but how many cases do you know from real life that progressed smoothly towards marriage without parental/society opposition ?
Forget inter-religion, how many cases do you know where
inter-state was an issue ?
How many cases do you know where i
nter-caste was an issue ?
Finally, how many cases do you know where
just falling in love despite fulfilling the above criteria was the issue ?
And now you want to go all moralistic and patriotic because a girl you never talked to but once supported even when she played bad fell for a guy whose worst crime till date is probably bowling Sachin Tendulkar out ?
It's ok to watch a televised show of a swayamwara for a known ex-wife beater and druggie and root for a girl to win such a guy as a husband but this is a crime ? That kind of "model Indian" is fine but just because she chose a Pakistani, you're praying for her death and her divorce and what-not ?
Suddenly, she appears fat and of loose morals to you ?
Suddenly, you're so sure that she's carrying a Mujahideen bomb in her tennis racket covers when earlier you used to say with pride "This is India's best female tennis player" ? ( Oh wait ! She still is, isn't she ? )

Grow up... we're in a society which has always frowned on anything and everything... and then carried on after hurting the concerned parties. Let's not continue this part of our culture. So many Indian women all over the world are in relationships today with men from other countries and guess what ? They're just as INDIAN as anyone out here.

Our anonymous insults will only cause her anguish in what is supposed to be the happiest period of her life... 6 months from now, we won't even care or remember this. But the pain and memory of how we treated her will remain with her forever.
She wants to marry someone, that's her right... As far as I know, we have a right to wish her well as she starts her new life.
I hope we can be big enough to do that.

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