Category Archives: musings

I’m expected to be available at all times, on hospital call Into the trap of complacency I cannot fall What that means is that I am officially required To stay glued to my phone, and so I remain constantly wired Through calls and messaging applications I remain with patient care teams in constant communication *Continue reading “Distracted on Call”

Most news is disturbing and yet I cannot pull myself away From news sources, glued to them I seem to stay News pieces that challenge my moral compass, I find Are difficult to shrug off, they stick in my mind It is almost a morbid compulsion for me To keep delving deeper into a newsContinue reading “News”

The hassles of travel become bearable Whenever a good book I am able To read-whether it is one I had acquired before Or one that I’ve found in a bookstore Sometimes more than one book I am able to read When travel plans go awry- books are all I need To combat endless hours ofContinue reading “Reading and Travel”

Sometimes criticism to such an extent you internalize That a genuine compliment comes as a surprise Making you remember strengths that are your own Qualities that you had previously shown But had forgotten about and buried deep inside The well of self-doubt, you were trying to hide What you thought were your weaknesses, while allContinue reading “Criticism and Compliment”

As a child I was taught a good vocabulary was a tool essential So I tried to learn new words in a manner intentional I wrote often, and tried my best to use The most esoteric words that I could choose The result was that my writing appeared Immature, comical, and often weird But myContinue reading “Expanding my Vocabulary”

A poignant collection of childhood memories Imprinted on a backdrop of luscious green trees.. * The wide expanse and aerial roots spun From the branches of the majestic Banyan The sacred Ficus religiosa or the Peepal tree Its shade harboring a shrine invariably Mango trees laden with fruits in varying stages of ripeness The canopiesContinue reading “The Storied Trees of my Life”

One lesson I have with difficulty learnt Over the years, after repeatedly getting burnt Is that when people ask for your opinion They are looking for support and validation Rarely the brutal, honest truth they seek Therefore, before I open my mouth to speak My honest thoughts, I must temper down So that intensely criticalContinue reading “Don’t Want an Honest Opinion!”

It has been found that for a given position women don’t apply Until they are certain they are one hundred percent qualified Or even overqualified, while men don’t harbor similar reservations They are known to apply if they have two-thirds of the qualification That the job demands, confident in their ability To learn new skills,Continue reading “When men and women apply for a job”

In a consumerist society, conspicuous consumption Comes naturally to us, the assumption Is that access to a wide variety of goods is an indication Of abundance and economic prosperity in the population We consume, and help the economy thrive The desire for consumption gives us the drive To work harder, earn more, and invariably stayContinue reading “Create, not consume”

Each time I turn on the radio or television to check out news There is doom and gloom, I can only choose Between negative news stories and chronicles of tragedies profound There are crises and disasters unfolding all around Senseless violence, extreme weather patterns, unpredictable floods and fires The toll on lives and property risingContinue reading “No news is good news”

A relentless focus on productivity keeps me wired Rest does not refresh me, I’m always tired Rest is something that needs to be earned This is the unspoken lesson I’ve learnt It is woven into the fabric of my existence Such that rest causes feelings of guilt intense * I must be productive throughout theContinue reading “Rest does not have to be earned”

I was told to fit into a box but within its confines I could not stay I stretched and strained until the walls gave way I thought I would exit the box and break free But in a plot twist of sorts, that was not meant to be * One foot came out, and myContinue reading “Boxed In”