The Medical Room.


“Ouch,” I exclaimed.

“Oh my God! I am so damn sorry…I mean I didn’t know I would hurt you or something!,”Raagini kept saying.

“Okay! Stop! It is okay.”

“Can I take you to the medical room or something?”

“Or something! I can go by myself, thank you.Atleast you saved my legs.”

She frowned. Okay so I’d hurt her feelings. But it was all her fault. Nobody asked her to throw the ball at me when I told her that I wasn’t going to catch it.I fell down and I’d hit myself in the head and I’d hurt my hands badly. A lot of blood was pouring out! I walked slowly to the medical room. I could feel Raagini’s gaze behind my back.

I knocked twice at the door.

“Come in!” said a stern voice.

“Good morning ma’am.”

“What are you here for? Can’t you see I am busy?”

She’s got to be kidding me. She was on her laptop and she had ear phones plugged to her ears.

“I’d hurt my self during P.E.I was wondering if you could just do your thing.”

“All right!” she sighed.”Meha!” she called out.

Meha entered the main room. She wasn’t happy to see me.

“Sit down there.” I sat down on the couch.

The lady who I first saw,came towards me and gave me “Vicks”.

“Umm…Ma’am.I’ve hurt my self. I don’t have a cold or something.”

“Are you teaching me what to do?”

“No I was just telling…”

“Shh! Okay wait here.”

Meha came back with an album in her hands.

“Remember these, Anjali? The marriage photos.”

“Oh yeah!”Anjali said.

They were looking at the album for 3 minutes. And then I got irritated. Blood was pouring out and they were looking at their memories!

“Ma’am, my hand and my head?”

“I know! I was going to come,”Anjali screamed.

Meha went into the store-room while Anjali looked at the album some more. Meha reappeared with a wet towel.

Anjali went to her. They were whispering. But I could hear each detail. They had to improve their whispering skills.

“Meha! Wet towel! Her skin may peel off.”

“I know but so what? Who cares?”

“Okay yeah you are right.”

“Umm…I heard what you said. I cannot allow you to do that!” I exclaimed.

They looked at each other.

“We weren’t going to do that anyways,”Meha said nervously.

They went into the store-room and got the things which were right.Anjali came closer and put that spray thing on my hand.OW OW OW!

It’s burning.Ahh! Finally it is better. They gave an icepack for my head and pushed me towards the door.The bell just rang.

“Go,Go to class!” Meha and Anjali said in unison.

“How do you feel?”Raagini asked as soon as I’d reached outside. She must have been waiting for me. I wanted to describe my horrid experience in detail.But I decided to play the good girl.

“Super!” I said.



How is it that everything in the world is appealing and fun when you’re revising and once you’re done, so is the fun? I mean, I’ve been home for 4 days and I’ve literally done most of the things on my ‘fun stuff to do when the torture ends’ list..and I thought I was good at keeping myself entertained! It makes you wonder: is work part of the recipe for fun? No high without the lows?

There’s about a million genres of can you be bored with every single one of them? Don’t want to go out, don’t want to doze in the sun, don’t want to watch tv, don’t want to learn anything, don’t want to watch a film, will hog books from the local library but will not read them..ennui is back in town, and it got here with a bang!

Here’s a list of the symptoms  (i’m being true to the medical student-type): boredom, feeling fat (like you’ve had a meal weighing half your body mass which, if you knew me, you’d think was quite possible), feeling frustrated (when you actually feel something other than boredom, that is), wanting to reach out and just pick up that remote but not being quite able to as you lay collapsed on the couch in a comatose state (this is the final stage and requires medical intervention- failure of immediate intervention can lead to loss of will to live)

Medical scientists all over the world are deeply interested in ennui and its complications. Some believe that research into ennui could help answer some fundamental questions about human nature (there are so many bored humans in this world). In an effort to better understand this phenomenon, researchers entrapped a human in the near-fatal comatose state (he couldn’t really defend himself, so it was remarkably easy to achieve this). They proceeded to conduct experiments on him. This involved holding his eye open and trying to poke him in the eye in order to ‘elicit a response’ (in their defence, they were bored themselves). This remarkable ground-breaking experiment established what researchers had suspected for years: the human being relies on intellectual stimulation as much as on water to live.

So, I’m off to try and find some stimulation. I shall first warn my family to call the ambulance if they find me collapsed on the couch for too long, unless they find me asleep, that is.

Indian Politics -> Just a show or cornered by the Media?

You probably heard about the plane crash at Mangalore Today. An air India flight from Dubai to Mangalore crashed while landing. 158 people were killed on the spot and there were 8 survivors. More here

So what did the aviation minister have to say about this? Well flipping through the news channels all I noticed was ‘Praful might resign’ or ‘Praful submits resignation.’ Stand up man! The first thing the politicians seem to want to do on the wake of a national calamity seems to be to resign. Sheer Cowardice. Isn’t it now that they ought to jump to action, to find out what the cause was, to get things rectified, to console the dear ones of the deceased?

This makes me wonder, what is the Indian Government upto? Sitting ducks with our money? Then again sometimes i think its the media’s fault. We all know how the ruthless media work. They decide to turn someone into a hero, wallah – its done. Should they decide to screw you – you are soup. The first question asked to Praful Patel today (by a reporter of NDTV Hindu – if my memory serves me right), “Sir, are you going to resign?”

Why in the blo**y world should he resign? But the media is all powerful and should you decide not to do so, that would be the headline for the next one week! Have we given the media too much power with – “freedom of the press??” This in no way means the politicians are right… Are the politicians and politics cornered by the media. Could they do better without this pressure? Food for thought!!

Stage Fright

You know, according to me, one of the toughest things in life is to speak in front of an audience. I’d enrolled for pick ‘n’ talk (commonly known as JAM) in my school. Wait! I was forced to enroll for pick ‘n’ talk in my school. I suppose all of you have heard of it. It is a competition where the contestants have to choose a topic from a box and will have only a minute to prepare for it. And a minute to speak for it!
“You’re up,” said the teacher in charge to me.
‘Don’t remind me,” I said under my breath so that she had no hope of hearing.
I moved to the box with the topics in it. I took the first one I saw. Please be a good topic! ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover” said the paper. WHAT?! I’m going to embarrass myself.
After introducing myself I’ll talk about what the topic means. Then I should refer to vanity. I’ll also talk about where it was first seen. No, that’ll seem too nerdy. But what else can I say about the topic which was annoying me now? Time up!
“Good luck. You’ll be the best!,” said the teacher with a smile.
‘Thank you,’ I said with a smile. I really wanted to believe her. I walked on stage and the first ones I noticed were my friends. They made funny faces to make a laugh. Some friends! I adjusted the mike according to my height. I thought of the old “Stage fright” tip. You have to imagine the audience in their underpants. But that only made me more nervous. “Good evening everyone!”, I said cheerfully. Wait! It was a morning!
“I mean good morning everyone.” A few seventh graders were giggling at my mistake. A bad start definitely…. “The topic given to me is ‘Don’t judge a book by its cover’.”
“The phrase means that you must not judge the personality of a person based of his or her appearance. This phrase refers to the vanity of certain people. It was first seen in an African journal in the year 1944.” I sounded like a nerd. Not good! I saw a girl yawning! How boring am I? What else should I say?
“Umm…just as how a boring looking book would turn out to be interesting and an interesting looking book would turn out be boring, the human being is also judged on that basis. A beautiful person from outside may not be a beautiful person from inside.” I still had thirty seconds left.
“Umm…Um.. I’m sorry but I don’t know what to say more on this topic.” Did I just say that? Suddenly the entire auditorium looked at me like as if I was a museum piece.Oh no!
“I’m sorry but I got a real rotten topic. Wouldn’t you agree?” I stared at the students. Suddenly everything was a blur. Teachers told me go back inside.
“Thank you.” My voice quivered. I went back inside. The teacher came to me and glared at me.
“What was that about?,” she asked reproaching.
“Sorry but I was just so nervous,” I replied nervously. She glared for a few more seconds and went back. After a few more participants the judge came to announce the winners. She may mention me for bad behavior. Great!
‘The third prize goes to Niharika Suresh,’ she said happily. The crowd cheered. “The second prize goes to Amritha Pillai.” More cheering. “Now the moment we’ve all been awaiting for.The first prize goes to…..any guesses?”
I heard many names being called. I couldn’t hear a particular name being called properly.
“Andal Srivatsan.”
What? Did she just call my name? I’m the winner of this year! I went on stage with an expression of disbelief on my face.
“You know why I chose you?”, asked the judge.
“I was hoping you would tell me that. I’m shocked.”
“Don’t be. A true speaker should not be afraid to voice his or her opinions out. And that’s why you were the speaker of the day.”
I smiled at her. What a day this turned out to be!


In a chat session :
“Hey man, What are you doing?” “Nothing!”

How much time have we spent doing nothing… What is this “nothing”? This is a question many philosophers have pondered over years..

Are you really doing nothing? Our lives happen to be filled with “nothing”

What is it??? I’ve been to those yoga classes where one is supposed to think of nothing… Thats impossible according to me… At start you try to clear your mind… you tell yourself think of nothing, the moment you do this your thinking of thinking of nothing… this by the way is not nothing.You realize this and try force that thought out of your mind. WHAM!!! More thoughts come rushing in out of nowhere, the movie you saw yesterday, the book you read last week, whether or not your friend was justified in doing what he/she did…. By the time you realize whats going on your thinking the exact opposite of nothing – everything


So what is this so called nothing? I heard somewhere that the absence of everything is nothing. So that means in theory, you couldn’t walk into an empty room and say it has nothing.. obviously there’s air right???

Then there’s that famous story from the Upanishads(ancient indian scripture) (chandokya upanishad if i’m not mistaken). The story tells us about the enlightenment of “Shveta kethu” a young lad who goes to a school to acquire knowledge… He comes home years later as learned man, yet very proud and haughty, as the story goes on we realize that his dad is going to try and humble him… he takes him to a tree and asks him to get a fruit… “whats in the fruit my son?” “Seeds”… simple isn’t it… “Whats in the seed?” “nothing” (those of you genius scientists out there dont start analyzing yet). “if there is nothing in it and yet it gives rise to a tree, how can there be nothing in it… and so the story goes…

Once again they kind of hint that nothing doesn’t exist (this is in no way what the story preaches – just something i noticed)

Apart from the physical aspect there is something else, “What have u been up to lately?” “nothing much”… Yes i know its jus a phrase… but look at it closely… nothing is the absence of everything and we know group it with much…. sounds more like an oxymoron to me…

In fact if we think about it nothing is not nothing – because there is nothing  in nothing , which is not the absence of everything? (OK i don’t understand the meaning of that statement on the second reading myself… anyone care to explain.. or is it just wrong?)

In fact if you stare at the word long enough you are bound to notice its NO and THING to form nothing!!!

So what is this nothing… this word we use everyday, and yet most people don’t know the meaning of…  this word which we soo take for granted… would someone care to enlighten me?

The boy who doesn’t know nothing!

Here’s an interesting read on the same article

Dear Parent, I love you but…

Oh ignorant parent of mine, there is only thing I will say to you.  And that is I’m not 5 years old any more. And if you can’t face that, you’re the child. And if you think that I’m still a child, tough. It’s time to break it to you, and I don’t think breaking it gently is going to help…

When you leave the house for a couple of hours, you give us 500 thousand million instructions, 90% of which you would hope I would have learnt from surviving to be 17 on Planet Earth. The useful 10% comes from the debrief about the washing machine and which button does what. That, and the all-useful “Here’s the emergency money”. The other 90%… for instance, I will not forget to eat because you haven’t told me. I won’t forget to wear a coat if I leave the house. No, I don’t intend to freeze myself for fun, although it has to be said it is a rare form of entertainment. I won’t forget my shoes either, when have I EVER forgotten my shoes? I will not forget to switch off the oven, although if the house burns down that would be good entertainment. And NO, I am not watching TV! Sound familiar? Yes, dear parent. We understand your increasing need to micromanage our activity so you can feel like the adult, but at one point it’s just too much to take. It is one thing to be the adult, and another to be a deranged, controlling psycho-maniac.

And when we venture into the dangerous land of the “outside world”, you cannot make yourself believe that we will ever have the skill to survive. I can find the bus stop without you escorting me, for my “safety” (Yes, because hobos live down my street and rather asking for money they find it more rewarding to attack defenceless young people walking by?). I can get on the right bus without falling, hurting my head and consequently suffering a coma, would you believe it? I can, yes, find my way back home even after its dark. The house doesn’t morph to form an igloo at night and mighty thanks to Edison for the invention of bulb, I won’t even need night vision. I won’t contract swine flu on the way because invisible germs have been sitting on me. I won’t die of a cold although I will pretend to, just to take the piss, and NO, me and my study buddy are not watching TV! What is this stereotype about teenagers watching TV all the time anyways?!

In some ways it makes sense. Even in the natural world, the animal will look after its offspring with over-protective care. Have you seen a  cat around its new-born kitten. It’s viciously protective. And yes, it is parental instinct to protect your child, but not to the extent to never letting us grow up. Parents merely assume that they know best. What a load of crap. Parents, you are just as flawed as us, and it’s about time you faced it. Just because you have been around for longer, does not make you instantly wise or flawless. Seriously have you seen yourself drive? Or run a red light, or get a speeding ticket? As I was saying, just as flawed. My all-time favourite is the omniscient and smug “You don’t know it. But you’re still  a child”. Is that right? Surely I can’t be old enough to take on the physically exhausting and mentally scarring task of cleaning my room?

Time Thought Equity – Did the greatest minds miss this?

Before i start off… No I’m gonna be writing huge equations to which we both don’t the answers…

We know that Time moves equally never slower nor faster… Come on most people know this without even going to school… it is something we take for granted…

BUT after careful observation I’m of a different opinion… Time isn’t equi-spaced… and here’s why

Students will most easily understand this. Imagine the professor/teacher you dislike the most. Now Imagine sitting through one of his/her lectures… How many times have you glanced at your watch? Trust me I know… Some of us even go the extent of removing the watch and shaking it to check if its working, “Maybe the battery’s dead.” Trust me it never is… For you people who have finished college/school, Think of the client(the one who really gets on your nerves) meeting you have at work,and for you home-makers, that mother in-law with whom you are going to spend the day (NOM)… In all these cases Time slows down…

Scenario 2 : Imagine your best friends have come over, and all of you are meeting after ages, before you realize whats happened hours have rolled by.  Yes you’re right if you ever thought time increased its speed. And here’s another thing many people would agree with, You take a study break and say to yourself, “I’ll be on Facebook only for 20 minutes” and then get off the computer an hour later. Need I say more?

People will tell you its all in your thoughts and that you’re being ridiculous. Here’s where I think the greatest minds in the world have missed something. Time is relative. (the same concept in Einstein’s relativity theory). Time increases or decreases speed depending on your current state of mind. While my experience has shown that happiness speeds it up and boredom slows it down, I am still experimenting to get concrete proof to establish my theory…

So I call upon all of you to help with this proof and post any experiences you may think that will help this research as comments,lets finally rectify what some of the greatest minds in the world over-looked