Kamaal - dance

This is rightly mentioned as the most pathetic dance video. The lyrics is quite romantic, but everyone has failed to understand what the guy is exactly doing. And play it at your own risk. I won't be held responsible for any kind of shock or mental damage it may cause to you.

Irony is, KAMAL(it has two meanings : a lotus and second one is terrific) is written on the right top side of the video which compliments the dance. :) So enjoy.

Diarrhoea, Antibiotics, Profession and Help

Oh, I'm suffering from diarrhoea. It has changed its consistency and become loose, watery. No, it's not 3 times or more per day, as per the definition, but come on, it's mine. I can call it whatever I want to. And the act was pitiful.  My bowel was screaming with gaseous distension and I actually was pulling my hair (somewhat gently), wanting badly for it to get over. What, you're feeling disgusted ? It's a natural phenomenon man. You're disgusting the nature. It'll curse you I bet. You too will get it someday and realise the pain.

I remember one more incident when I had increased frequency of you-know-what in past. One of my doctor friends suggested me to get an antibiotic course. Now most of the diarrhoea(s)  are self-limiting and require no treatment (except in kids), and also injudicious use of antibiotics leads to development of drug resistance, I refused to take any (I was idealistic then. Umm.. then?? :P). But today, even if cyanide was given telling it would cure the trouble, I would have happily consumed it. 

From this I realise that I'm gonna be a certified doctor in, let's say, 3 months. Oh, I forgot the internship. Okay, add up one more year. But I'm still not sure if this is what I really wanna do. I never thought that I would be a doctor. Even as a kid, I not even once said that I wanted to be a doctor. Even after getting into it, I've actually never enjoyed it. I don't think treating any patient would give me any more satisfaction than that I get after helping some real needy person. So even self-satisfaction seems a lame reason. Respect - Oh I don't want any one's respect just because I'm a doctor. And I actually doubt if people really respect doctors.  And it's been 4 and a half years. Isn't it more than enough to realise whether you like it or not?

It doesn't end here. There are more serious issues. As such, I actually don't have any particular interest. Given any damn subject, I know I can do it. I remember one aptitude test I took. I was called for the counselling with my parents after the test got over. It was a month before I got into medical. So the counsellor asked me what I wanted to do since it was the time for selecting a discipline for a college. And since I got a good score in my 12th grade, I was already pushed and told and appreciated by everyone about having potential of being a doctor. So I replied that I would choose a medical one. And he said that medical got 5th number on my should-be's career list and my traits were not suitable to become a doctor, so I shouldn't go for it.

How I took it as, you should not choose it because I can't do it. But today I realise that, it was not about whether I can or I can't. It's all about whether I want or I don't. So as I said before, I still don't have any particular interest in anything. I do like painting, craft, different new kind of art work available in market, I keep trying my hands on them. But for a profession, umm, nope. Had it been engineering or something, I would still have felt the same, NOTHING. And ya, I want good amount of money, peace, happiness, satisfaction, all these basic things in life. So help me get over my problem.

Ok, so all you have to do now is, answer the following questions.

1. Do you really enjoy what you're doing now?

2. Did you really opt for it or it somehow got opted and you're continuing it.

3. If you always knew what you wanted to do, how you knew it or what made you realise? 

4. What is the best option for me - to continue with this, or really re-consider changing a profession if at all I can find any?

5. What way I should start thinking? I'm not sure if everyone can understand this. (No, don't worry. I'm not leaving everything on you, I just need your honest and kind opinion.)

So all the kind and considerate ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you can get 5 minutes out of your schedule to think over my problem and 5 more minutes to write the solution in the comment box. I'll surely be more than happy to see your opinions. 

Thank you,

Signing off.

P.S. yea there ain't any pictures, come on, this is a damn serious issue. I dun wanna make it entertaining.

A Normal Tale

I've tried to narrate one of the very normal phases everyone goes through during some time of their relationships - A tough time.

Edit : I posted the poem with a pic between each stanza, but the poem lost its charm with too many pics. So intially the whole poem is given, and later on the picture version is posted. 

Here I wanna devote you a Poem,

To let you know the feeling that's being woven.

Every time we love each other, the feelings get immense,

Then comes a phase which makes us both tense.

We annoy, we irritate, we shout, we blame,

We find each other's words real lame.

More frustration, more detachment, it seems like an end, 

Lemme tell you my boy, after all love is a blend.

This only brings us a new insight, which we failed to see,

And gets us closer more than we could ever be.

And this was not the last such phase, if at all you're mistaken,

Solving fights are far more better than the hearts getting broken.

So next time when this phase passes you by,

Be positive, open up your mind and don't be shy.

Understand your partner, soothe, console, show that you care,

It will surely work and your bonding will glare.

So I'm winding this up, and I adore you my dove,

You'll always have my smile, kisses, hugs and love.

"A picture version"

Here I wanna devote you a Poem,

To let you know the feeling that's being woven.

Every time we love each other, the feelings get immense,

Then comes a phase which makes us both tense.

We annoy, we irritate, we shout, we blame,

We find each other's words real lame.

More frustration, more detachment, it seems like an end, 

Lemme tell you my boy, after all love is a blend.

This only brings us a new insight, which we failed to see,

And gets us closer more than we could ever be.

And this was not the last such phase, if at all you're mistaken,

Solving fights are far more better than the hearts getting broken.

So next time when this phase passes you by,

Be positive, open up your mind and don't be shy.

Understand your partner, soothe, console, show that you care,

It will surely work and your bonding will glare.

So I'm winding this up, and I adore you my dove,

You'll always have my smile, kisses, hugs and love.

This is just my humble effort to put up things the way I see them. I would surely like to know your opinions about relationships. Kindly drop in. - Phoenix

Guys are weird - Some guys are not weird :)

It happened yesterday when I wrote about the art of communication, explanation and creating as per expectation. This is the article.

I've mentioned the help Mr. Simplified offered to me, my expectations regarding it and what he sent me in return, my irritation, his frustration.. blah blah.

But he has made up for that to me by sending the collage posted below. It's beautiful and I loved it. :) So here, I wana thank Mr. Simplified for the pain he has taken to create this and congratulate him for living upto the expectation. Bravo !!

Guys are weird - What an option !!

Ok, this happened for real :) I was rolling on the floor laughing when I heard of this for the first time and even today it makes me laugh aloud. Let's just hope that my writing skill permits even you to have a tiny smile. :)

Now, lemme name the characters first.

The Guy - hero

The Girl - heroine

The bully - villain

The bully's friend- villain's friend

Now the guy loves the girl and the girl loves the guy. The bully loves the girl too but the girl loves the guy, so she doesn't love the bully ( just to clarify, cz anything can happen boy, you never know).

The story starts from here. 

It was a pre-exam time a year back. The guy and the girl were busy studying in the library. While the guy-girl went out for lunch, the bully slipped in the guy's book.

The lunch got over, the girl-guy returned. The guy got nervous on not seeing his book there. Some well wisher informed about the bully's action. The guy went to the bully and this is how they conversed.

The guy : The bully bhaiya(he was a senior), have you taken my book ?

The bully : No. (How confident !!)

The guy : xyz told me that you had taken it while I was away for lunch.

The bully : Ok, so what ? (Arrogant? Oh na na)

The guy : I want it back. 

The bully : First you LEAVE THE GIRL IF YOU WANT YOUR BOOK BACK. (No, I haven't made it up :D by the way, he had guts :) to say such a #%%&& thing)

The guy : What?

The bully : She belongs to me. I liked her first even before you saw her. So I deserve her. Your exam starts in few days. So if you want your book back, leave her. (How strong reason that is !)

The guy : Umm.. Uhhh.. (Eh? What's there to hesitate. Snap back dumbo.)

The bully : Tell me you're breaking up and I'll give you your book right away. Think about it. ( Think about it??? Really ? Are you kidding? )

The guy : The bully bhaiya, stop kidding. Please gimme my book.

The bully : Leave her. 

The guy : I'm not gonna do that. (Finally. Phew!!)

They were arguing when the bully's friend entered. 

The bully's friend: The bully is right. He has been trying so hard you have no idea. (Ya right. By the way who asked you??)

The bully : I am not able to sleep you know that ? It's my final year. I've reduced my weight so much because of this pain. My family is getting so much worried about me. you'll have to leave her. She's mine. ( So much for love !! I'm touched.)

The bully's friend : Ya. You will have to. The bully has gone thru so much. 

The guy : The bully's friend bhaiya, would you have done the same if it had happened to you? Will you exchange your girl for a book?

The bully's friend shut up and left the discussion.

The bully got angry and didn't return the book.

The guy acted smart and got his book back with the help of other senior fellows.

 

Such is the story and so are the guys.

So, What about you ?? What will you exchange your girl for ? :P :D

Art is tricky

Art is tricky. I have got reasons for it.

As long as I remember, I've always had a problem with my hair dresser. I would ask him (yeah, that's 'him') for a particular hair-do which has been imagined for long by me. I would try to verbalise my dream-haircut as much as I can. And I think even he understands it, at least it seems so. But the final outcome is entirely different from what I must have thought. And that completely pisses me off. 

Before I got enough knowledge about hair-styling and all, I used to blame it on my hair. But later I realised, anything and everything is possible with any and every kinda hair. Since then my expectations have been raised from my hair dresser, and every time I end up getting a cut different from my imagination.

There was a time when I stopped imagining anything, and permitted my hairdresser to do anything he liked given it must be smart and different and I should be able to carry it. And that has been the best hairdo I've ever had so far. Well, no, I don't think my imaginary-hairdos were that bad. It could be a mis-communication.

Let me come to my tailor now. Umm.. Actually she's a dress-designer :P Ok. I've somewhat similar problem with her. I'm not much into salwar-kameez or that sort of 'costumes'. But for any social function, I've got to face her. 

Now firstly, I don't have any knowledge regarding the current fashion, or options available, or what suits me and what not when it comes to traditional wear. Secondly, I would still have specific things on my mind and I want that sort of 'costumes' to be made for me. So  now I would explain her that I want blah blah colour, blah blah pattern, blah blah neck, blah blah work on it, blah blah is a complete taboo, and some more blah blah blah. Then I would go back home, feel happy about the future-'costume', and imagine myself wearing it and.... 

But when the dress is materialised completely, it looks like a clown costume to me. I've cried and cried some more at my dress-designer's place, seeing the final outcome and feeling the cracks on my dream dress (ya cracks, I mean it). I've fought with my mother for taking me to a bad designer, I've blamed my sister for suggesting all nice things for her dresses and not helping me for mine. But then I have to accept it. I'm not good at it.

Same thing happened today. Mr. Simplified suggested to make changes regarding the background picture of my blog title. He said it was not stretched enough and didn't fit properly to the title. Yes, he was right. But then I didn't know how to do it. 

So he offered his help to me and asked me to send him pics I would like to keep as the background of the title. I sent him a pic of sandal and told that I didn't have any other picture, to which he replied that he would find others on his own according to my taste. Sweet.

So what I expected, that he would send, was sort of -

                        or like this

and what he sent was like this -

So I furiously (its so obvious, just see the difference once again) asked him what he exactly was doing and where the sandal was. 

So he sent me one new pic which included the sandal.

I got irritated (again obvious) and told him to stop whatever he was doing. And he replied that I couldn't appreciate anything. 

Oh Boy, What do I tell you?? 

So that's the reason I say, art is tricky. 

Be it art of communication, art of explanation, or art of creating as per expectations.

That was for me. I'm sure that your art of communication is super-duper great. So be kind and just drop in the comment. Have fun.

Guys are weird - Mr. Creative, Mr. Sparrow and Mr. Simplified - This is what's wrong with the guys.

She was talking with Mr. Creative when he showed her a pic of this lady. She couldn't resist to appreciate the way her lips in the photograph appear. Absolutely stunning !! 

She : Hey,  these are the most perfect lips I've ever seen. 

Mr.Creative : She ain't that beautiful.

She : Aa-aaww, I'm talking about her lips. You know? those mentioned in novels types... like a rose-petal.. These makes me feel exactly like that. Rose petals.

He observed it for a while. 

Mr.Creative : No, it's just a make up. 

She : Eh?? How does that matter? Not every one's lips look that way even with a make up. What's wrong with you? You're a guy, come on. Don't act like a girl. Appreciate her. She deserves that.

He remained indifferent. She gave up. 

Later on, She was talking to Mr. Sparrow and she was sure that he would get her point.

She : Hey, watch this pic out. Specially lips.

Mr.Sparrow : Umm ??

She : Aren't they like those novel types?? Rose petals like ??

He too observed it for a while.

Mr.Sparrow : I think it's photo-shopped.

She : Ohh.

Later, she wrote a post about it and called up Mr. Simplified to check out for any flaw in the post. But before introducing to the post, she showed him the pic and asked what he thought about the lips.

Mr.Simplified : It's computerised... I mean processed. What? Are you normal?? You're eulogising girls.. he he.

Yes. He giggled.

Whoa. 

Anyway, she is completely normal and she is hell sure that all the gentlemen are straight as well.

But then seriously, What's wrong with the guys ??

'You should have informed me'

That was her case presentation next day. In paediatrics.

It was a 16 years old girl who was her patient. Extracting details from the family members and the patient was quite a deal. Furthermore, the patient wouldn't let you examine her. She somehow managed to get the information and finished the examination.

She checked out the file. The findings were almost similar to what she had perceived. So she started thinking of differential diagnosis. She tried to consult residents - wards, opd, PICU, NICU, labour room, even hostels. No, they were not available. After that, she confronted a series of lectures and went back home, tired and prepared for her case.

Next morning, she went to the hospital early. The residents were taking round and she followed them to her patient. And guess what?? The Liver, which she mentioned as non palpable, was now palpable - upto 3 cm. She rechecked the file. The previous reports were same as hers. But the new examination by the senior resident mentioned palpable liver. And how can you justify a 3 cm enlarged liver as a non-palpable one?  She consulted residents NOW, and they told her to put differential diagnosis as completely different from what she had put. One resident even scolded for not consulting in advance, especially when the case was to be presented in front of the Head Of the Department. Oh, yeah.

She got worried. She wasn't prepared for this. Okay. So it was the time now. She asked patient to get ready so as to reach the presentation room in time. And there started a time for Cinderella to get ready. The patient's mother took almost 20 minutes just to comb her hair. Wow. Meanwhile, she continuously requested the sister to remove the pint from the patient since it was not needed. But the sister would attend the patient only after she was done with the previous one. And no, you can't remove it on your own, else, the sister would start accusing you in front of the whole damn department, and the whole damn patients, and their relatives in the ward.

Okay. Even this got done. Now our Cinderella felt giddiness, suddenly. Fine. Arrange for a wheelchair. She got it from the other ward. And the moment she started pushing it, the sister shouted, "Hey, hey, you. Wait there. How dare you do this? Who permitted you for this?" She was like, 'what??' Then the sister explained that it was for a 'masi' to push the wheelchair and a student cannot do that. Wow. So, where's this masi ?

She ran for a masi now. The time was already running out. She asked in all 3 wards, panicking. She finally found the masi n requested her to come with her for a while since it was the HOD's case. But she forgot, that was a MASI. The masi yelled back telling the job pressure she had and how busy she was and all. After a lot of begging, the masi was finally convinced to go with her. 

By this time, the patient was tired and sleepy. She convinced the patient and begged to stay just for a while with her. Okay. They came outside the ward. Now the lift, it wouldn't come up easily. That took about 5 minutes to get the patient from the first floor to the ground floor.

She was late. By the time she reached the hall with the patient and her relatives and the masi, The HOD had already left, angry and annoyed. And the co-students started shouting, 'where the hell have you been?', 'HOD was so damn angry', 'blah blah blah'.  

Now was the sorry session. She went to the HOD office and apologised. What? Noway, you can't argue there or explain anything. All you gotta say is 'I'm sorry'. To which she got back stuff like, 'That's what you have to learn. None of you follows schedule. You people disobey the rules. Moreover, you should have informed me about the lecture. Today's session is cancelled'. 'Right. Tell the resident that you're going to meet the HOD, and they'll screw you right there and you want us to inform you. Thanks for the honour.' she growled.

She took the patient back to the ward. The residents knew the story by now. She told them the real story and they argued back,"You should have informed us. Now who will bear the consequences?" and scolded the nurse for not supporting her. To which the nurse replied, "She should have informed me. I have to look after so many patients. Even the other sister... blah blah blah !!"

The nurse in turn scolded the masi for all the consequences, for what the masi came to her and said in a real desi style, "I would have hurried up things. I wasn't knowing it was so important. blah blah blah.. blah blah.. blah blah.... You should have informed me."

Aaaaaaaaaah !!!

Ya, right.

Guys are weird - Mr.Creative - A doctor wife is a must.

People blame girls for luring guys. 

I agree. 

But then people never know what crap girls go through while being entertained by some guys ( not that girls don't realise it, but they can't help it - after all, girls are girls :P). 

It was one of those conversations - with Mr.Creative.

He (blushing): Umm.. Well, My mom always tells me that my wife will be very lucky. I'm a very caring, loving and sensitive guy. Hey, did I tell you, I'm even good at shopping. I've got a real good taste. My mom always asks for my company while going for a shopping. Next time, whenever you go for a shopping, lemme know. I'll accompany you.

'Not again' she thought. He wasn't a bad guy but then his criteria, and thoughts, and belief, and everything was beyond her understanding. And she definitely was NOT-ET-AL interested in him.

She : Good. Thanks.

Silence.

He : I know you've often asked me not to raise this topic, but I really love you.

She : Hmm.

He : I really don't understand what you're made up of. Do you have any heart or not?

He was frustrated. He'd been trying for months now.

She : I do have, but a sensible one.

He : But why do you always deny it?

She : Because we can't be happy together.

He : Why not?

'Why can't he understand things even after hours of discussion?', she started getting irritated. It was impossible to make this guy understand.

She : Because we are different.

He : See, It doesn't matter when you love someone. You adjust everything accordingly.

She : Right. But you gotta love that person.

'He makes me go blunt', she sighed.

He : Yeah. And I really love you so much.

'He didn't get it', she chuckled.

She : I know that. But I don't.

He : Ouch, What's wrong with me?

She : Umm.. It's not about you. Umm.. We are.. umm.. just.. different. 

He : How?

She didn't know what he would throw next, but her mind started working to think something smarter to shut him up.

She : I want my hubby to be in the same profession as mine. And you're not a doctor.

She knew, that would work instantly. He was into a different profession and there was no chance he would take up a new career after reaching this far. 

He : You don't have to judge a person on the basis of profession. I know I'm not a doctor or so intelligent as you are. But I would keep you happy more than anyone else.

Oww, he got hurt. And, he always had an illusion of she being far more intelligent. Anyway, She wanted to ease him up. So she changed her strategy.

She : Hey, I didn't mean THAT. And look at you. You are such a creative person. Anyway, I know all that. But.. umm.. I won't be able to keep you so happy, you see. A Girl from the same profession would understand you better. In fact, that would help you both go more creative. You'll be in harmony n peace.

She started throwing 'creative' tantrums.

He : It's nothing like that. And I don't even want a creative girl or something like that. I will be more happy with a doctor.

'Eh?' She never thought about this. And she had no clue why

 he was so much keen on marrying a doctor.

She : Why is that?

She asked curiously.

He : Well, Because even I want my kids to be intelligent.

Needless to say, she stopped talking to such an ultrasmart, 'hyperworried for a kid nonexistent even in-utero' kinda chap. 

Really, 'Shit happens' !!!