Nameless Post

So I can't think of a good name for my post......

Rainy day and I'm home today with my hot cup of tea. Home not because of the strike....I have been visiting college in spite of our MARD strike. Attending meetings, taking part in rallies and the works. But the rains lashing out at the city have kept me home. Every year there is one July day when Mumbaians stay home thanks to heavy rains. So this year, hopefully this was that day......

Over the past few days, one thing I have learn't about myself...Mint is probably my favorite flavour! I love mint in my tea, mint chutney in my sandwiches. I love Baskin Robbins Mint Chocolate icecream (People with no taste dare to call it toothpaste flavoured ice cream). After Eight is one of my favorite chocolates. Recently I went shopping to Fabindia and ended up buying a mint soap for myself (Loved it too).

Visited Bangalore and stayed with Nagesh's cousin and his family. Loved the city, loved my new family. And loved the workshop on mechanical ventilation for which had gone to Bangalore. Or Bengaluru? Suits fine......
Small regrets....I couldn't meet my best buddy in Bangalore, thanks to my short trip. Couldn't catch up with a dear friend with whom I had stayed a year ago when I was in Bangalore, who, with his family had been extremely nice and accomodating when I had visited them over a year ago, thanks to my lack of planning and an ounce of laziness.....

MIL has now moved to Colaba, again, thanks to jijaji being shuttled off to Vizag by the Indian Navy......so me back to home plus work.... sigh

So Far So Good......

.....that I have started blogging again and am maintaining a decent frequency of posting. Came today to my uncle's place since my mom is here for a small diagnostic procedure. God's grace she is doing good post procedure.

So when I went today to Byculla station to come here to meet ma, there was a huge wait to buy tickets. Wonder why on a hot Monday afternoon instead of sitting quietly indoors people want to travel by train. Duh. So there was a huge crowd. And probably some Delhi board exams too. My way of beating the ticketing crowd is the smart use of coupons or the ATVM card. Since I was out of coupons I went to the window to buy some. There I saw a young barely 18 or 19 year old boy with a 20 rupee note telling a person at the front in the huge queue "Please buy me a ticket, I am getting late for my exams". As apathetic as we all are no one paid any attention to his request. He was sweating with I don't know what...probably a mix of the weather, his worry and the hurry he was in. Wiping his brow and looking at the watch on his hand and the response (rather the lack of it) he was almost quivering with fear. Suddenly (for him) I whipped at him, "Chal I'll buy you a ticket. Come with me. Where do you want to go and how much is the ticket?"
"I need return for Vikhroli"
"Coupons can't be punched for return tickets. How much is one way?"
"Eight rupees"
"Here"...I gave him 8 rupee coupons and went to check the price of the coupons I needed.
He punched his coupons while I returned back to the punching machine
"Here how much do I pay you?"
"No beta, you run you have an exam!" I almost shrieked as if it was I who had to rush for the exam.
He ran fast, and I felt nice after a long time. Glad I could help him go to his exam on time. In our hurries we forgot to greet each other. The formal "Thank you" and "All the best for exams". But his thanks was rather visible in his relief. I hope he clears his exam with good marks.

Voted!

Voted today. First time for LS elections, third time that I'm voting including two state elections. And twice more at my school(One of the two times I was myself a candidate). Incidentally, every time I have voted, the candidate I have voted for has lost (Including myself ) . Either I am jinxed or I like to vote for offbeat characters. Worse still, I don't select my candidate right.
The one I have voted for today, I'm not sure what that candidate will do for my constituency being a newbie in politics and the fact that he's pitted against a sure winner. But he has some promise for sure. Now now, don't ask me which region I voted from or the secrecy of my vote is at stake for sure.

College exams on 16th June. With massive syllabus. And reputation at stake.........

Hiatus Longus Nonexplicatus

Lack of blog posts can be easily attributed to a combination of my laziness, busyness, "want to rest all the time I get" and new founded interest in reading the texts of Anaesthesiology.

Watched Ghajini today (yeah, yeah I know I'm way too behind schedule). Nice but pretty unbelievable the amount of strength Aamir Khan has. And the absolute power the villian seems to have. But decent timepass. Before Ghajini, I had a chance to watch Memento, the movie on which Ghajini is loosely based. Rather different and difficult to understand movie. I am still not sure I understood the movie. After watching it I googled the movie and did some wiki on the movie to understand it. (After reading all this one wonders, and she has no time to blog? tch, tch)

I have also realised that I badly need to revamp my blog. Currently I am on a lookout for unique templates and tips to give my blog a fresh look. And provided I maintain a good frequency of posting I shall consider having my own domain!! Now thats enough inspiration to write more often!

Paid a long overdue visit to the dentist. A new chappie here I found. Dentist is a person I just don't like to visit for a multitude of reasons......which I think I will write about in my next blog :)

Ciao for now..............

Randomness

Currently posted in ECT...that is for the past 2 weeks and two more weeks I shall be providing short General Anaesthesia (Short GA) or TIVA (Total Intravenous Anaesthesia) to patients undergoing ECT or Electro convulsive therapy, the so called "shock therapy"

No, shock therapy is NOT as scary, greusome as shown in films and soaps on TV.
1) The patient is well sedated, rather anaesthetised and doesn't remember that he underwent shock therapy

2) He/She is relaxed and does not convulse like "oh-my-god-he's-going-to-die"

3) After the procedure, in 5 minutes flat, te patient walks out of the ECT room to his bed, on his own

Ward 1 is our Psychiatry ward. Secluded from the rest of the hospital, this ward has a mix of patients. The ward (thankfully) has staff who is EXCELLENT.....all in caps. Patient with their patients, efficient, with a decent amout of sense of humour...all that you need to survive in a ward of so called "mad" people (Its a CRIME to call them that)

There's a girl who's violent, one who is so quiet that it hurts, one who sings aloud and dances all over the ward, when she is not crying for her "mummy", two schizophrenic brothers......They all make me wish I had taken up psychiatry as my field of specialisation. Though I'm not too sure I would have been able to digest their sorrow, heal their pain, face the fact that I may never be able to treat them and live peacefully inspite of and amidst all that.......


Whatever.....


Came across a nice blog of an Anaesthesiologist from Boston.... Notes of an Anesthesioboist.

Inspired by her old post I too would love to make a list of what I would have loved to be if I wasn't an Anaesthesiologist (read studying to be an anaesthesiologist)

1. Psychiatrist
2. Ophthalmologist
3. Pastry Chef
4. Own a Coffee shop
5. Classical Music Performer
10. Stage Actor
20. Preprimay teacher
50. General Surgeon
100. Dentist
5,000. General Practitioner
1,00,000. Spiritual Guru (Heh heh, suggest me a good name)
3,99,999. Ob Gy
4,00,000. House wife

..

Too shocked to blog.............

Singh Is King

Two days ago, me to Nagesh

" How many bronzes will we win this year?....One ..heh heh heh. And the winner will get Khel Ratna, Bharat Ratna etc awards....blah blah blah" (read as cynicism, cynicism and more cynicism)

Thanks Abhinav, you showed me how wrong I was. With small steps, we are definitely treading towards success. With you the leading the path....First Olympic Gold for the country.

Cynics may talk about "rich sports and social sports" blah. But I am, like any common Indian man, very very proud of you.