Doodles of the Insane

Becoming an earning member of the society and the family, finally at the age of 27, after 24 years of bondage with books, 10 years of romance with medicine and 3 years of love with surgery, life has just begun on a different world. This could either lead on to a sluggish stalemate or a momentous joy, though we are purely responsible for whatever end, we end in.  There seems to be a fundamental mistake in our system. we tend to misunderstand that money is the climax, we seek at the end of the road. And that misunderstanding has made our lives miserable, leading to false and pseudo careers. Many don't reach the top of the mountain and those who do reach, fail to feel the magnificence of life. "What's the point of coitus, when you can't feel it, the orgasm?" The passions of the heart are left, starving.. The pride of the mind is overfed and obese.. The choice of the careers are being selected on the basis of amount of income, it ...

The urge to do something must be a hint from the inner self  for the ultimate purpose of you! What was I designed for? A Doctor? A Surgeon? A writer? A Poet? A traveler? The Doubts linger over my head  at an all time high! The answers  crawling  into my ears, being swept  away from the senses! The source of these answers, I tried to trace them by their trails. And the clues lead me to the Horizon, Where I never intended to be, with  the limitless infinity  and the mighty almighty, the aureole eclipsing the reality, and blinding my vision of thought. For, when time tarnishes the luminous, we will know the ultimatum, that we are the limitless, that we are the mighty. And we are the particles of God..

A : what do you feel?                                                B : pain. A : why? B : Because it hurts. A : Do you have a remedy? B:  Yes. Quit it! A : What is "it" ? B : Life. A : Are you sure? B : No. In a dilemma. A : what are you unsure about? B : The consequences. A : The consequences of you quitting it, huh? B : Yes. Can you clarify? A : Well, for starters, we both won't be conversing. And, the light in you would be out.     And you in you would be out of you. You will be light. The others will still be heavy. B : Sounds exciting. What about the pain? A : The pain, I can't say about it. I'm forbidden to. B : Why? Of all the wisest, why you? A : Because, maybe, I was designed to mislead the confused. B : Where do you mislead them to ? A : A New World. A New Beginning. B : Is that a better world? A : A lot be...

It seems to be the fall. The optimism about its rise  is falling to the ground. The wings that tethered  itself to the faith will never see the skies again. Everything is losing its coated color. The true color outshines. Hope seems to be dying. I can feel something now with my hands swimming through the air. It's a gate leading to somewhere. A place with the darkest of light. It could either be the dawn or the dusk with the sun down. Only Time will tell and heal.

What's this life made of? A soul to live with.. A body to live in.. Couple of hearts to break up.. Couple of Lives to mess up.. Couple of regrets to carry up.. A chosen mate to be with.. A reservoir of memoirs to drag with.. An ego to bloat up yours.. An inner voice to heed.. Above all, A dream to live for.. A dream to live upto.. A dream to live in.. For, we are all shadows of dust!

Life has taken turns and twists, at will, at its own perilous risk. And I, merely, have been a witness to whatever happened right before my eyes and aside and wide.  It has killed a physician in its womb. It has nurtured a surgeon as its twin . It has endangered the lives of a million. It has altered the history of mankind. For,   It has given a scalpel to a parkinsonian hand. It has masked an already masked face. Above all, It has proclaimed me as a surgeon! Because I, Dr. A. Jeya Anand, will become a surgeon in less than two and half years from now on and will start increasing the tail of degrees behind my name and  . I will be a product of Madurai Medical College or Government Rajaji Hospital, Madurai, to be more apt, for I spend all my time there at the hospital, Trying to elicit history from the inebriated minds of the drunkards who will be diagnosed as perforative peritonitis  and their bowel plastered with om...

Ever felt being the Sun, that ultimately nourishes every cell in this universe? Ever felt being the Water, that runs down your throat on a hot summer noon? Ever felt being the God, who imprints his signature  in every spin of his coin? Ever felt being a Mother, who derives pleasure in  sweating her blood for  a mundane life? Above all,  Ever felt being Yourself? Uninhibited, Unregulated, Uncensored, Uncivilized, Undisputed?