I LOOKED at the small boy in red shirt and blue shorts. He had an impish smile and dimpled cheeks. The face radiated intelligence and good humour. ‘He likes these colours. He has started choosing his clothes,’ the mother said apologetically. As a doctor I am sometimes asked this question: do you believe in miracles? […]
Category: Guts and Glory
The Emperor- A Residency Love Story
THE GOOD thing about high hierarchy set-ups like JIPMER was that by final year, you had some illusions. I mean, you were looked up to by a small group of people. First year was slavery. The second year you are a glorified slave. The only difference is that then you are a second year slave. […]
It is All in the Mind
‘IT IS all bullshit, I tell you.’ Sasidharan had conviction dripping from his voice. He was a tall, sleek youth with unusually long hair. He had a very rational mind for an adolescent. An adolescent. The word conjures up an image of the immature; of gawky awkwardness, and of confident incompetence. But that was what […]
The Syndrome.
The fact that the five years of MBBS were easier as compared to the subsequent practice was only in hindsight. I really got a shock when I first had to venture into the clinics. My first clinical posting in Medicine as a third year was stressful. But I was not too stressed to notice that […]
Colours, contrasts, killings and religion
It was rather unusual of me to watch Television early in the morning. But we had guests and one of their boys had left the screen on. I see the image of a young man, killed by religious fundamentalists, with a single stab into the heart. A valuable life, snuffed out, just like that. My […]