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Allodynia

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I see green on the other side. I see an oasis amidst the sands. I see a shore across the blues. I is my mind. Blind is my eye. The mission is to see and see through it. The vision is blurred as you reach for it. The mirage is elusive. The malaise is exclusive. The mind is delusive. The pain will be there. The scar will be there. But the strength and courage will only rise. Life will endure  and enlighten; Pain will pass and empower; Only, if you smile at your miseries! 

Fog

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After all the myriad confusions of your boggy mind gets transpired into invisible  vapors  of sorrow to the clouds of misery, What do you expect  to rain back at you? Floral showers or thorn pricks? A smiling face or an indifferent look? I held my hands so close to the glowing flame not to lose you, the light of my life; And you rejected my hands  as they were dirty, not knowing the color of smoke. Seeing me through your eyes, I have sketched me,  cold, rude and ugly, in contrast to my version. The eyes are flawed, I see, as they need glasses. But whose , yours or mine ? Oh man, What have you become?

Re-writer

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So I thought enough of these academic dilemmas and let me be me. In  the last post, I decided not to write anymore, those super specialty exams.   Now I have decided to write forever, these doodles of mine. Finally I understand,  why I was lead to buy those Paulo Coelho's books on the roadsides of Davangere. Why I had been philosophical all along my life ever since my understanding of life. Why I had been a moderator in the quarrel between the Heart and the Mind. Why I was awake on that night(22.03.2007) and refused to lie down on my bed. Why writing gives me a unique sense of pleasure and pride. There had been omens all along my life about where I should lead to. I shall continue to write and keep my blog active and on the long run try to publish atleast a book of excerpts taken from this blog, my dream child. I think I am getting enough time to scribble here atleast a week, on my duty days. Looking back then, I just had one commodity, "Time "and a bit

Why ?

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"Why don't you write Mch and become a specialist?" This has been the most frequently asked question to me in the past couple of years, ever since I finished my Masters in General Surgery, at an young age of 27 years. A person has to decide from his heart, what he has to do, not through other's. Time and again, I have been stressing upon the inner voice and the need to hear it. There is a need, and then there is a want. You should be able to differentiate it.  I cannot become a surgical gastroenterologist just because the society needs one or if your friend becomes a specialist in another field of his choice or if you think your future with your present qualification is a question mark.  Yes, it looks good, those three letters at the back of your name, but it comes at a hefty price. You will sacrifice the time you spend with your family. You will not see your boy or girl grow up, take her/his first step, speak his/her first babble. These things will not h

Eye Opener

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Before marriage, I used to think, why the hell are they fighting uselessly and losing their precious lives. The context of my thought was the cross-border terrorism between India and Pakistan.  Now after nearing 3 years of marriage, I think I was blind to the problems faced between two countries even though, they might share some common ancestral origins. I never thought my marriage would be an eye-opener. Here trapped in between two individuals closely related to me by blood and soul, I find my role as a peace keeper failing miserably.  Then I wondered when you can't make peace between two women, how can you expect the same between two countries! Let the departed souls rest in peace!