Friday, July 30, 2010


Haiku is one of the most important form of traditional Japanese poetry. Haiku is, today, a 17-syllable verse form consisting of three metrical units of 5, 7, and 5 syllables. In japanese, this convention is a must, but in english, which has variation in the length of syllables, this can sometimes be difficult.

i m watching,

rain out of the window

with a book open

Sunday, July 25, 2010

My first attempt at Haiku..

Haiku is a complexly simple form of japanese poetry.. It usually contains only 17 syllables..

He watches,

she walks away

it rains

rain’s sort of short and simple. Tell me if u like it.

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Rains and Kilroys..

“___ ki khaarish, aur pune ki baarish ka koi bharosa nai h” ..this was taught to me like a sacred gospel in my fachha term. I have been carrying an umbrella since then, even when it is not raining at all. And when it actually rains, i take he dumb thing out only to discover that another spoke has lost the battle which the poor thing keeps on having with the stuff in my bag. And i am left as usual to share someone else’s umbrella, or sit endlessly in the canteen waiting for the rain to stop. That’s actually a nice excuse to snack out with friends. Welcome to the world of Kilroys !kilroy

The natural history of a kilroy is simple. Their annual breeding cycle is usually completed in rains. When at first they arrive for their interviews, it is the time for ‘small and isolated showers’ in the city. The parents are usually very happy about the pune weather at first. Later when they finally get a room in the hostel, it’s pouring like hell. Most of those who are sensible enough to read the joining instructions, usually buy a raincoat. Well, the people like me bring over my mom’s old umbrella. Others borrow it usually. And finally some prefer to stay indoors. (even though it’s not raining… well, what can i say more ? u already know d suthri people !!)

I remember, it was the time when Tojo was learning hindi from his ‘learn hindi fast and easy’ manual. He marched into my room and said “hey, Maayank Jane, Maayank Jane … apna sutri mere ko de dijiye.” I was trying to look for appropriate words to ask him the meaning of this, when he spoke again , “mere ko, bahar jane k liye h” ..ohh, “U want the chatri ?” Great, that was both fast and easy. 

From being a pleasant escape from the north indian summers in the beginning, it becomes a real pain in the ass around Vth term. The water in the hostel usually runs out only when it’s raining all day long. I never understood the logic behind it. Maybe all the water in our coolers is the one which evaporates to bring on the rain clouds. If it is so, i think i would stand in the rain next time with my mouth open… 

Friday, July 16, 2010

The small problem…

A very hectic day is coming to an end. The college was busy like hell today. A VIP was visiting, and we were supposed to display our sheep like qualities at their best. The class usually ends at 9:30, but we were supposed to sit inside the lecture hall till they made sure that the guest wont be able to see even a hint of our dirty selves. So we waited till he entered the auditorium, discussing small-pox.

We were forced to see the picture of Edward Jenner for half an hour in the beginning of the lecture, which the teacher was asked to prolong by hook or by crook. The same old story about cow pox and the little boy was told again and again. It’s shocking to know that before Jenner, there existed a practice called ‘variolation’ in which the scraping from small pox lesions was applied on the skin of healthy people, quite a number of which later became resistant, though a few died too. Then came the smallpox eradication programme, which not only include vaccines, but even house arrest for people who were infected so that they die peacefully within their home instead of infecting the others. And now, when the world boasts that we are completely finished killing the devil, I am left scared like hell in here.

Remember Godsmack’s song ‘I stand alone’ ? “ resurrrrrecteed …riight before tha final faaalingg….” I hope these men are not blind enough to ignore this. WHO still has the vaccines stored in millions in it’s closet, but the real viral samples have been destroyed in all except two laboratories. I say why ? Why the hell do they think they are so secure when the whole world is sitting on the edge of a war. Storing the vaccine is not a real solution. It is going to perish one day. Ever heard about biological war. I am quite sure, it is not a nuclear war that will end the humanity. No one wants to take the blame for such an infamous act. A superbug is more likely. It is lighter on the conscience you see. After all “it’s the bug who killed those men, not me …I am just a medium sent by God”.

It has been a recent trend in the history to ‘incapacitate’ the enemy instead of killing him. It actually brings less infamy and works better in keeping the enemy busy in transport and treatment of it’s men. The manpower which could have been used to fight is now employed in saving their fellow soldiers. Try this out on a country. Leave a deadly virus among them. It spreads like hell, even if it is not intended to. Quite a big chunk of our resources are already spent on healthcare. It would be a complete nightmare as such. The economies will be destroyed. Even the allies will be afraid to send their troops to a place where they are inn danger of infection. And money just wont help, research has a peculiar habit of being time consuming. It is just a matter of time before the fundamentalists succeed in creating a bug that would be resistant to the WHO vaccines. Till then, the scientific community should be working head to heel in creating newer modes of treatment to fight the old devil…

Sunday, July 11, 2010

The years that passed by…


In a matter of weeks, or may i say days… It feels like a lot of time has passed by. I just returned to the college. Hoping to start my life at the same point where I left it locked in my room. Hoping that it would remain safe like in a bank locker. I think my keys got exchanged somewhere, for what i am going through has only a shadowy resemblance to the memories. The central cadets mess has opened. Much to everyone’s surprise i must add. The trial period has been pretty nice. The tea contained more tea than hot water for a few days. That was until the PMC used to take rounds of the mess. To say precisely  ‘offer valid till stock lasts’. I hope, before the fresher batch comes in we are able to resolve the issue of ‘whether we should keep the vegetable bowls inside the bade-wali-plate or outside it’.


As usual the new batch has started trickling in, bringing with it a new anticipation and eventfulness in the college. The fresher season is like an annual festival in the college in which not only the students but even the cycle-repair-wala too takes part with full enthusiasm. The warden’s office staff wakes up from it’s perennial slumber and camouflages itself as a busy machinery as if it has got all the burden of running the country. The common chaprasi who would not even budge from his chair normally ..not even after a hell lot of shouting, starts to patrol the corridors with such eagerness as is shown by the troops on the borders of countries having  a war. The cashier in the main office suddenly starts wearing ironed shirts. The flowerpots are removed from the frontyards of the old mess and laid down on the main road leading to the hostels. And if you really press me for more …the hostel notice board is decorated with beautiful notices of “zero tolerance policy” and “Dean’s anti ragging order”.


The happiness of becoming the ‘baap’ batch is seen intermittently on the faces of 5th term students. The burden of sinking in the 4th term more evident. And as usual the hum of “good morning sir… good day sir !!” will be audible soon. The two parts, often woven into a single sentence as you are supposed to wish the seniors both while meeting and departing from them. The 3rd term people are going to be revengeful as usual. Most of them will break all the resolutions of not ragging the juniors which people usually make in their own fresher terms.

And finally surgery posting is here again. Our unit has been lucky indeed to start our new term with surgery everytime. I guess this year too, the new clinical batch will come in the operation theatre on the first day and stand glued to the wall for a week, afraid to touch even a single thing. Dissection used to be easier i remember. There were no aseptic precautions over a dead body. But that was years ago. I hope the years would keep passing by as usual… or maybe a little more slowly if they take my advice.