The Great Thesis-Escape.

Surgery residency, most young medics know, is meant to be tough. The hours. The sleeplessness. The heat, the lot. In India, a crushing hierarchy and slavish obeisance. A continuous hum of vague self-pity.  Deliberate implantation of a feeling of worthlessness. The perpetual emptiness of never, ever being appreciated. It was a bit muted in JIPMER. […]

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The Boy.

Every little boy starts out as a baby. This astonishing fact wasn’t apparent to me when the train of my autobiographical memory started getting laid (sorry laid down; if I may), in certain circuits possibly scattered throughout my cerebral cortex, I know not where, and I suspect, nor do anyone, even in this super-enlightened epoch […]

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