New look for the blog... again !!!

While I really liked the previous template, I just felt the need for a more youthful look for the blog and so began working on this for the past few days.
This is the final result. You'll have to go to the main page of Godyears for the full effect as the dynamic pictures are not available once you go into an individual post.

Please do comment and tell me what you think about it.

P.S. All the 'pictures in motion' do lead to the respective category on clicking.

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My first published story (Paperback)

Well, what can I say ?

One of the dreams of every blogger came true for me today. My mom called and informed me that I must have made some mistake because I ordered 2 copies of the same book to be delivered. After she read the title to me,I asked her to go through the list of stories in the book and check if any name sounded familiar.
She recognised my name the second time around.

I have gotten my story published in an international series. Even if I say so myself, it feels great.

Anyway, for those who're interested, my ( real life based ) article is in "Chicken Soup for the Indian Doctor's Soul."

The link to buying it (with 30% off, Free Home delivery and Cash on Delivery too !!) via FlipKart is here.
Hope you enjoy reading it.

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London nahin, U.P. Statue !!


Will someone please explain to me how we're allowing a confirmed megalomaniac to build statues of herself all across the state ? Is there any common sense to telling us that 'her party founder' wanted statues of her so she had to make it ? What if the dude wanted her to take a picture on the moon ? Would we then have to build a rocketship in U.P. and send her there too ?


This is really getting ridiculous.
You're taking money for the state's development, using it to build statues of yourself all over parks and landmarks and then when the country cries 'foul', you say they're just being 'Anti-Dalit'. And everyone quietens down immediately because they're scared of being termed 'anti-minority.' Meanwhile kids are dying of encephalitis left, right and centre in the state.

I know it's pretty slim pickings as far as Indian politics are concerned with one family taking it for granted that they own India, another party sure that communalism is the way and umpteen number of idiotic small parties fighting to further divide a nation. But still, the thought that a crazy loon like this is being considered as the next Prime Ministerial candidate is really scary.

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The right man for the job

A few weeks back, I was shopping with a friend late at night when my phone rang.
It was my P.G. student from the college where I teach. 
Since it was late, I wondered what was up when I picked up the phone.
Me : Hi, A.
A : Sir, are you busy ?
Me : No problem, man. Tell me.
A : I needed some help, sir, and I figured you're the best person to ask.

My chest swelled up with pride. Sure, I was the youngest of the staff in my department, but apparently, the students had already seen some spark of genius in me. In a department filled with professors and associate professors and people with 30 odd years of experience, they obviously felt I was the most knowledgable in patient management. That's why even late at night, when the poor kid had a doubt while studying, he immediately called me.
I mentally prepared myself for tough questions on neuroanaesthesia, drugs and side effects, complex formulae and classifications.

Me : Of course. What's your doubt, man ?
A : Sir...
Me : Yes...
A : My Facebook homepage has changed. Can you tell me where the 'Sign out' button is ?
Me (and my ego) : .....


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