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Phoren Se: December 2008

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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Saturday, December 27, 2008. The world lacks solutions….simple, effective, enduring solutions…. Its complicated, its not that simple, things are not what they seem….that’s what they all say……. Significance in the manner that m...

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Phoren Se: April 2010

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I am pared to the bone and whiteness now. There is nothing left but the hard of me, the rattling core that clatters against the wind. Like stones on a beach, washed clean by the sea, turned over and over like thought, till nothings remains but the centre, clean, smooth and adamant. Wednesday, April 14, 2010. The moon was full and no insects cried or birdsong broke the eerie calm of the night as the horses swung by the barricade and the charioteer leant out and touched them. A boy he had loved more than h...

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One true thing: Shifting Gears

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Thursday, May 8, 2008. And thats how I've overdosed on Mr. Jeremy Clarkson's. Tell-it-like-it-is brand of humor on my nocturnal reading sessions. It all started with "The World according to Clarkson" and that wasn't enough so the husband got me Volume 2 called "And Another Thing". Whats great about this series is that they are a collection of short one or two page articles so its like a box of assorted chocolates and you never know what sort of treat you might find next! You have time to read? I have to ...

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One true thing: Just alright.

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Friday, September 12, 2008. What i 'd like to do today is to go to Pondicherry just as myself, sit in the balcony of the Park guest house and make fast work of about 500 glasses of Smirnoff with apple juice. But as I've got to go and be a mom, wife, daughter and other such random things, I think I'll just go wear some bells and whistles and take the familial troops for some Onam Sadhya at Coconut Grove intsead. Oh and have you heard the one about 'Life being the sum of all your choices'? My Blog for reci...

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A Medico's Diary: May 2010

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Monday, May 10, 2010. Food and sleep are my holy grail. (Sort of. Despite not being Dan Brown, I don't care about inaccuracies.) I can never have them when I need them. I think the worst time is two in the night, when even the roaring from my stomach cannot keep me awake. Thus goes the life of a hapless intern, who, as the saying goes, is overworked and underpaid. Not for long, maybe. A huge maybe. Sometimes, I wonder about what it was like to be normal. I can't remember. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).

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A Medico's Diary: Romance, He Wrote

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Monday, June 11, 2012. Romance, He Wrote. A beach lit up by the full moon, breeze blowing in from the sea. A lovely young doctor with antiquated ideas about love and romance, despite being married for over a year, and to a curmudgeon at that. A curmudgeon, doing a poor imitation of a human being. Crabs (the marine kind, not of the itchy variety). The lovely young doctor, hereinafter referred to as Pancreas, and her curmudgeon of a husband, hereinafter referred to as Curmudgeon, or Mudgy, are having dinner.

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A Medico's Diary: The Legacy

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Monday, August 19, 2013. My niece is five-and-a-half years old. Her brother is barely three. She speaks with a clarity well beyond the capabilities of most eight-year-olds. He! She hates school. He hates going to school, and then refuses to come back home in the evening. My niece wants to be a doctor when she grows up. She's not old enough to know any better, but she's been saying that from the time she could talk. She knows where her heart is, and can listen to it with my stethoscope. A long time ago.

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A Medico's Diary: February 2011

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Sunday, February 6, 2011. So Full-fledged doctor and all that. And also, found someone brain damaged enough to want to marry me, so, yeah. Got hitched too. Yippee. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A lazy medico, the operative words being 'lazy' and 'medico'. And 'a'. There is just one of me. Thankfully. View my complete profile. Enter your email address:. A Monk In Hot Water. A Slice of Lime. Doing Jalsa and Showing Jilpa. Life and other such nonsense.