All the random thoughts

Leave a man alone next to a serene pond in one of the great open spaces, he becomes reflective. He will reflect on the goings on in his life, how right or wrong he has been in some of the dealings and then gets into questioning himself. He will try to convince himself that he had to what he had to do and at that point in time there was nothing better he could have done. May be there was. He becomes conflictive. He will try and see if there is any fish in the pond. If he finds one, he will gaze at it for some time. He will then standup and run his fingers through his hair (if he has some left). He will look around himself to see if there are any stones about that are flat, thin and slightly wide. He will then look about to see if there is anyone around who could be watching him. Having confirmed that he is alone, he will then pick up one of the stones and, with a flourish, swings his arm to zip the stone into the pond at an angle that will help the stone bounce on the surface of the wat

If you want to be healthy then you ought to make the Doctor happy. The natural question to ask would be, will not the happier man also the healthier man? And the natural answer has to be that if you want to remain healthy then your Doctor has to be healthier. I haven’t seen or been in times that are not mine, but I doubt if there was any other time in the human history when society’s responsibility towards the Doctor’s health was greater than the Doctor’s responsibility towards the society’s health. If you think I am uttering nonsense then that must be because you are a doctor yourself or a patient patient. When a patient approaches the Doctor, the relationship between them is that of a giver and taker. In the good old times the patient used to be the weaker one, looking helplessly at the venerated doctor saab . The patient was the taker of Doctor’s advice, medicine and a schedule. The Doctor was the giver of health and of advice to the patient. Both were patient enough to talk

As we experience the phantasmagoria of events called life, we keep wondering as to why we are here and what makes sense. The more we think about it, the sillier it seems that we are actually concerned about “meaning of these events” and “solutions” to our perceived problems because, the way we are leading our lives seems to be just about right in the end. Each one of us thinks along these lines, one time or the other. And then we satisfy ourselves with what convinces us. Those of us that could provide satisfactory explanations to the wider populace (and not just to themselves) will evolve into Gurus and have books published with their name as the author (Which in itself is an event and leads to further questioning on the meaning of it !). It never will stop, though. After much self torture and mindless thinking, I too had to come to some conclusions about the meaning of life's events and problems & solutions. Lest I forget this piece of revelation that came about from my own mi

Everything in this world is linked to every other thing in this world. This profound sounding statement could be extremely simplified if one simply ignores it. It is not very easy though to be totally unconscious of this great cosmic truth if one is born and brought up in India - a country whose society is close to becoming a showroom model for selling a commodity called 'confusion'. I will not be surprised if very soon we see people landing in this country to assess the value of confusion and how it sounds, looks and feels. Everyone is confused, everything is confused and every moment is confused in India. The other day I, along with my neighbours, went around the market place to purchase an idol of Lord Ganesha to be duly implanted in one of the free rooms in our community. While we were scouting around looking for a good looking Ganesa idol, we were confused if the Elephant headed god's trunk should be pointing left or right. Some one said right. Then the confusion was a