Wish list for May 2009 to May 2010

- time, and more time
- fun and more fun
- a life!!

Ever since I started this course, I barely had time to do anything, no holidays, no empty fun weekends to do anything. No time!! And no matter how much I try to manage time, at this point of time, I really do not have the luxury of managing them.
I'm working now, doing my practicals where I see patients, trying my (our) level best to help everyone that come knocking at the clinic's door. It is tough but I love it. It is sometimes overwhelming because you do not know what exactly to do to help them solve whatever problems they have. Sometimes I think it is easier doing engineering or medicine, just because when you tell them you are an engineer, people don't stop and look at you and ask " SO what exactly do you do? Talk and advice people? Geez that must be so easy!".

It is infuriating, when people, majority of them have no idea what is it that you do. And some have the knack of telling right to your face that doing practicals isn't the real thing, you are doing a real job! What defines a real job? When you get paid? So whether or not I am helping people, changing someones life matters not?
And then just cause I am working part-time as a research assistant during the days I do not see clients, even that is seen as something easy, relaxing since all I am doing is helping someone do their research!

I think people need to stop judging how hardworking or how much a person earns and instead evaluate how good he or she is and how much has that individual helped people around him/her and made the society a better place to be in. Why do we need to judge others, and label people all sorts of names just to make ourselves feel better, a little higher??

That said and done, I am absolutely busy and I will try to continue the story bout the man and the box asap..:)

This post is directed and dedicated to some certain people in my life. "Ehem Ehem** Cough Cough** It is also meant to be "simple", there is no need for dictionaries here.. ** Cough Cough**


The pole and the pizza..
The name describes it all, One is a pole, and the other claims he is Italian, and hence the Pizza. They are as different as black and white, Yin and yang, but somehow, deep inside, both pole and the pizza are truly remarkable.

Both are remarkable bullies, that's it. They have the ability to crack jokes about the grimmest, turning the most serious moments as the next episode on American Funniest Video..:)

Pole, according to the Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913)is:-

1. A straight and slender stick; a wand; hence, any slender bar, as of wood or metal (applied to various purposes).
Specifically:
(a) An instrument of punishment or correction; figuratively, chastisement.
2. A measure of length containing sixteen and a half feet; -- called also perch, and pole.

It is totally funny, how the word /Pole/ actually kind of resembles Mr.Pole. He is tall, thin, almost slender if you insist, :)And bout the punishment part, it could be true to a certain extend, if we consider what a bully he is. But a pole also refers to a street lamp, or something that is long and is used to guide others and that's what Mr.Pole is too. His balance in life, knowing how exactly to strike a balance between spirituality, work, family and fun is something I true admirer and Pole, like the name is someone I literally look up to :)


The Pizza.."Pizza is a baked pie of Italian origin consisting of a shallow bread-like crust covered with seasoned tomato sauce, cheese, and often other toppings such as sausage or olive. The word pizza is believed to be from an Old Italian word meaning "a point," which in turn became the Italian word "pizzicare," which means "to pinch" or "pluck."


What can we say about the Pizza? :) I would risk getting called all sorts of names if I say things bout the Pizza, but what gives? Like a pizza, he is a mixture of eccentricities, and all this odd stuffs add up to make him what he is. He is well loved, can be a lil off sometimes but is the one you can turn to in times of trouble, (but perhaps not when you need directions though)


But like the original Pole and pizza, these very different but magnificent beings; my brothers, are the ones that I can depend on to brighten up my days, yes yes due to the cases I see, and due to the camera that is on all the time. Together with the other brothers, they are the ones I can call when I am in trouble, when I am feeling down, or the ones who would find humour and joke in the grimmest, most absurd things of life. :) Seriously without them, My life would be somewhat bleak, boring, and laughter-less.

Now that I have said such nice things about the two of you, please please do refrain from writing the "chronicles of the mineral bottle" !!!!

A gift arrived.
It looked delicate, in a crumpled, brown box. A faded magenta ribbon meagerly tried to salvage the package. He looked at it. His weathered hands, gently touching the box. Afraid something might just jump out of it. It was addressed to him, written in a language so old, even older than him. He traced his fingers on the words, so gently, savouring the memories, each one of them, flashing before him, breathing life back into his old mortal body. He took a deep breath.

The old box, withered and torn, seemed to take a new form before him. the colours became more vivid, bright, almost vibrant and full of energy. It shook, softly, but every nerve in him was awakened. His eyes, hooded, and creased, focused on the box again.

A tear dropped as he finally began to understand the words written on the box.

(to be continued)

1500
12th May 2009


The war begun almost a century and many moons ago. The warnings were clear, and brutally honest, flood, draught, typhoons, earthquakes. She hated them for invading, ruining what was hers to rule and care for. The minions, used to be under her care, they used to care and love, but somehow, as the clock struck marking a change in the century, the minions changed, almost a drastic change, as different as black and white. She doesn't know why they changed, or what precipitated the change. All she knows now is, they need to be stopped. The lives of everything else under her care is in perilous danger, and if they are destroyed, she ceases to exist too.

As she sat in her majestic chair, slumped, drowned in worry and turmoil, the worry stark,for marks of tears and lines of distress danced their way around her face. Her army was strong, stronger than the minions she needed to warn but her heart was heavy, as every attack she made, so many lives were taken away. The minions were close to her heart, and she loved them dearly as would any mother. She closed her eyes, weary, wondering if they understood, if hope still exists or is a distant memory..

She smiled, knowingly. Hope, just a glimpse of it, peeked at her from a near corner. Small and young, ever as before, Hope whispered to her about a group of young minions chose to defy their destructive nature, and instead save the lives of all the other beings which were placed under their care. Just over 6 moons ago, they started off, unsure of their footings, standing almost alone in a world where many chose to close an eye to the destruction of earth, where many contributed to the destruction, where many just did not care. Yet they stood tall, withholding their values, under the guide and support of the Walking God, Sathya Sai Baba. They climbed the mountain of Truth, fighting their cause, and trying everything that can be done to make at least a small difference, to answer to the plight of Mother Nature. They chose to Walk the talk, they chose Walk for Values.

The road was dark and treacherous, obstacles and difficulties often dropped by to say hi, but yet this group of minions persisted. Sai Youths, they called themselves. Each one was leader in his or her own way, motivating the others and pushing their fellow army when times were difficult. They finally saw light. Walk for Values 2009 was no longer a dream, a far off castle in the sky, but a reality. It was then they realised, they were not alone, the plight of Mother Earth was heard by many many more, and together, on that bright Sunny breathtakingly beautiful day, they linked hands, with tears in their eyes, they walked. And walked they did. Spreading the joy of life, and plants to others, they expanded their army. Their message were clear, voices were in unison as all differences were cast aside on that historical Sunday 10th May 2009. The voices echoed, loud and clear, not only in the residential area, but to the entire nation, and perhaps even more. The voices said : Go Green..

As the army, young and old sang in appreciation and celebration of Mother's Day which coincided with the Walk, the minions, silently prayed, and strenghtened their pledge and promise to Mother who gave them life and home.

The battle may have been won on that day, but they knew, war isn't over. The climb has to continue, no matter how ever much it will extort their sweat and tears, they will walk. And walk they will...