Burn those CDs

I am not getting musical here.


For all the contrast in thinking styles, behavioral patterns and ways of life that I truly believe in, I still secretly want this planet to be gotten rid of these unholy arseholes.

Good for Nothing.

Cynical Defeatists! we could do very well without you

Nothing Clinical About It...

Early this morning, I was delighted to learn Subbu's news. The dude had just cleared his Step 2, an apparently and allegedly monstrous hurdle among the various steps towards his residency programme here in the US. This happened naturally for I perfectly relate to the stress the medicos undergo and the turmoil they go through before they can actually claim to be labelled as the real doctors, the way the society wants to see them. Hopes and lots of them pinned on their fragile shoulders, these dudes move on turning thick skinned on the way to the ever riling well wishers, the society and sometimes sadly, their folks.

Sometimes, not...

I found myself smiling in absolute joy even when Subbu was out of the frame, talking to his folks, as I realised what he had achieved. That said a lot.

I was happy for him then and even now when I punch in all this. Beyond words.

I know. I am expected to know. If only destiny which I believe in had some other author, or the current one in a better mood I should have been there. Ergo for every success in this area I see, I feel elated.


Nice, really nice