Jab tak hai patience

Jab tak hai jaan has all the masala ingredients that define a present day bollywood movie - two ultra glamorous heroines, bollywood’s biggest heartthrob (not mine though) in two versions, one, the young carefree boy next door with his trademark guitar in hands and the other older rough and tough guy with a well built body showing off through tight fitting tees, a stubble and no expressions, a story spanning three exotic countries, fantastic cinematography, songs that make you humm and few well planned emotional dialogues. But what it lacks is pure logic. Many questions remain unanswered, like what exactly is SRK doing in London (of all places)?, why Anupam Kher, who wants his daughter to learn speaking Punjabi, wants her to get married to a firangi? how a 28+ man with no background training gets selected as the chief of bomb disposing squad? how can a person discover self in a pub amidst a group of almost naked dancing drug addicts? what exactly is Anoushka doing moving about with the 4 soldiers 24x7 other than irritating them? why doesnt katrina’s father make any attempt to get her married in those ten years? etc etc etc. SRK looks as usual, gives the same expressions he has been giving in every romantic film since the last..what, twenty years? i guess so. There is a very fine line between bubbly and irritating, and unfortunately anoushka sharma manages to cross that line. Katrina is okay...but still her hindi dialogues seem forced. The characters of anupam kher, neetu singh, rishi kapoor are a waste. the end has been stretched till our patience snaps. Overall, this is not a trademark ’Yash chopra’ movie. I would suggest, if you want to pay him a tribute, watch DDLJ again, rather than wasting time and money on JTHJ.

My poem which was published in the Souvenir for Government Medical College Miraj, 50 years celebration.

MEMORIES UNFOLDED

I still remember my first day of college

The memories as vivid as though live

I had stepped into a whole new world of dreams

With the knowledge, I had a lot to strive

I fondly recall the Anatomy lecture hall

Where I first met my friends for lifetime

The corridors, the tutorial room, the dissection hall,

Still hold the essence of our being

The fun we had while pricking ourselves

During Physio Hematology sessions

Our fruitless efforts to byheart the Biochem cycles

Which was always an impossible mission

The freshers party that turned ragging

Into the most memorable affair

The crush we all girls commonly had

On this handsome senior, cute and fair

The fun rides in the clinic buses

To and fro from Sangli Civil

Partying till late and returning to the hostel

Under the warden’s watchful vigil

The hostel food which I better not describe

The fights for getting good rooms

The small catfights with best friends

Over wet clothes, buckets and brooms

The dozing off in lecture halls

Attending Post Mortems’s with horror

Byhearting the patho slides

By byhearting the slide number

Learing names of zillions of microbes and drugs

That really made us sick

The PSM visits to ‘interesting’ places,

Yet nothing short of a picnic

The visits to central library

Less to study, more to see people dating

To see Juliet’s fake surprise

To find their Romeo’s waiting

The yearly college trips

Where we would all have a blast

Only to come back to spot a notice of exam

With syllabus very very vast

The tension during exam time

Viva’s that terrified us to our core

The dreaded feeling that before uttering anything

The examiner would show us the door

The midnight birthday celebrations

The gatherings filled with excitement

The nights spent practicing dances and drama

For us, the perfect vent

The great teachers we had

Stalwarts in their respective fields

Who laid the foundation of our lives as doctors

And helped our sculptures to be built

The college taught us a lot more

Than just the medical stuff

It taught us to be calm and stable

During patches of life, rough

It taught us to be patient

When things didn’t seem our way

It taught us how to find, in utter darkness

That single hope ray

It taught us the way to deal

With the patients we treat

It molded us, from kids to individuals

Who could stand on their own feet

It helped us not only to become doctors

But better human beings

And fighters who can calmly face

Whatever life brings

What GMC has given us

We can never repay

I salute my alma-mater for what it is

On this special day…

My dear daughter Isha!!

Nine months I waited with baited breath

For the moment you would arrive

It was a heavenly feeling,

Within me you were alive

I used to count your kicks

Each one gave me such pleasure

Every time I felt you move

It was a moment to treasure

And finally the day dawned

When you saw the light of day

And from that moment my life has changed

In every single way

The first time I saw your beautiful face

Your innocent eyes, pink cheeks

Tears of happiness rolled down

As I touched your delicate lips

I cannot put in words

The overwhelming feeling I felt at that time

From that moment, in the song of our lives

You have become the rhyme

I could have really gone crazy

When you first recognized me

And my happiness knew no bounds

When you first smiled at me

Your babbles filled our house

We would die to hear your clatter

When we were with you

Nothing else would matter

Slowly you started sitting,

Then began crawling around

And when you took that first step of yours

You made us so proud!

Now each day brings with it

A new change in you

For our lives like a dried leaf

You are a drop of morning dew

Every new milestone you reach

Makes us, with joy, scream

For us, trapped in boring days

You are like a dream

You are like an oasis

In the vast expanse of sand

For any worries we have

Your smile is a magic wand

We all are in splits of laughter

When all over the house you run

Watching you play with your dolls

Is truly such pure fun

After an exhausting day

I die to see your face

You take us away into your own little world

Away from this life’s donkey race

You make me forget all worries,

All tensions in our lives

You make us believe,

That life is full of smiles

In the white canvas of our lives

You paint different hues

Between the sun and rains

You are the rainbow in our lives

The way you call me ‘Momma’

Makes my heart literally melt

This is very different feeling

Never before have I felt

I thank God for blessing me

With a lovely daughter like you

For showing me a new dimension in life

Which existed, I never knew!

My review of Rohit Gore's 'Circle of three'

One word to describe Rohit Gore’s ‘Circle of Three’ is AWESOME.

“Ria was certain that two events would take place. The coffee she had put on the gas flame would boil over, and she would kill herself” – The book takes off with a bang from this starting line.

 “Circle of three’ is a story of three individuals, three totally different individuals who have one thing in common – frustration at life. They get involved with each other by a string of coincidences, and the events that follow change their lives forever. Rana, the old author who is long forgotten by people as well as his family, Ria, a young script writer whose life has been turned topsy turvy by an accident and some shocking revelations, and Aryan, who is yet to know what having a loving family means, form the three pillars of “Circle of three’. The author has beautifully sketched each character, and each character sketch remains true to itself till the end. Even though this is not a mystery or a suspense thriller, you keep on turning pages to know what is going to happen next. The narration keeps changing the point of view from Rana to Ria to Aryan, letting us know what each and every event happening has what impact on each of them. The story might sound a bit depressing but the author’s way of writing is beautiful. He has written some sentences in such a way that they make you laugh, or if not, they at least bring a smile to your face. I really laughed at the part of ‘Have a sherbet or something harder in the kitchen’. The supporting characters are also great and they also play vital role in the plot. Anju, Sheila Khosla, Vinny, Nina, Sakhumai – all are lovable for what they are. The story doesn’t just entertain you; it teaches you certain things. Rana’s transformation from a snob old drunkard who feeds on family money to a mature writer who is redeeming his identity, Aryan’s transformation from a neglected geeky boy who doesn’t know how to dress and is bullied constantly into a confident young boy who can make friends, and Ria’s transformation from the suicidal cheated widow angry with the world to a sane woman who can forgive and forget, seems natural along with the flow of the story. This is one of those books that keep you thinking about it for a long time after you have finished reading it. One minus point is probably the length of the novel; it sometimes gets a bit slow. Another is though Ria’s character has been nicely described, more emphasis seems to be given on Rana’s character. More of Ria’s psychology could have been good, but over all its an enthralling and engaging read.

I would rate it 4.5/5

P.S. I also appreciate the fact that the author has dedicated the book to his wife!

My poem 'Just one last chance' won the picture challenge contest on 'Creative Writing'

Just One last chance…

Oh God, give me just one last chance, to see her, touch her, feel her,

To fulfill her each desire, and to tell, how much I love her.

I had always dreamt of a life as beautiful as you my dear,

Even when we were separated by distance, you were always so very near

I used to gaze at the stars and keep wondering about thee

Were you too watching them, cuddled in bed, and thinking about me?

The moon always reminded me of your beautiful, spotless face

And I would yearn to come back to you and take you into my embrace

When I saw you the very last time, your eyes full of tears I could see,

But I had to leave my dear, for my land needed me

For all the injuries I sustained, I thought I would live through

For every time a bullet hit my body, I saw only you

Today I have gone so far away; I don’t know what to do

All I can do is look at you from beyond and forever, keep loving you

I had no idea, Oh God, for us you had such plans,

Please, oh please oh God, give me just one last chance.

Here's the link

http://www.creativewritinglinks.com/apps/blog/categories/show/1396730-we-write

The Bookoholics: Ketaki Nirkhi Debuts With "Those Enchanted Four & Half Years"

The Bookoholics: Ketaki Nirkhi Debuts With "Those Enchanted Four & Half Years"

Review of “Those enchanted four and half years” by Dr.Vijay Bang, Senior Cardiologist, Leelavati Hospital, Mumbai.

“Those enchanted four and half years” is a beautifully penned and intelligently portrayed representation of the life of a young college student, with dreams of becoming a doctor one day. What makes the book more interesting is that it gives us the ‘girl’s’version of the story. It is a look at the young generation through a feminist eye. The language is lucid, with a wonderful interplay of characters. The anxiety the protagonist feels on the first day of college, the tension of getting ragged, the mixed feelings during freshers party, her romantic interludes with the handsome and dashing Amey, the pressure of studies and exams, the exciting first college trip, the fun filled lab practicals & the memorable clinic sessions, the sweet and bitter experiences while dealing with patients have all been described in such a way that we feel as if we are actually experiencing them. Miss Wierdo’s antics, Pavan Sharma’s dance, Valentine day story, the cute old hearing impaired lady, the incident from the restaurant, the patient confusion fiasco, all make us laugh, while Reshma, Ajoba, Vinu, bring tears to our eyes. The dilemmas of thoughts that crowd the protagonist’s mind when it comes to choosing her Mr.Right have been wonderfully depicted. The repeated mysterious dreams make the track even more interesting, keep us guessing as to what happens next and the twist in the tale makes us stay in a long hangover. This is a must read for everyone who has been to college and anyone who has fallen in love. A terrific page turner..

Those Enchanted four & half years..

Ruta, a young vibrant girl, is a medical student who nurtures the dream of becoming a renowned doctor. With Sufee, Nayana and Arun as her best pals and the handsome Amey as her crush, Ruta sails through the fun and frolic filled campus of Lal Bahadur Shastri Medical College. Since she was a small child, Ruta gets suggestive dreams – dreams that seem to guide her future. Now Ruta is having a mysterious dream repeatedly. Will she be able to interpret it before it is too late?

Coming soon....

When was the last time

             I chitchatted with a friend, lost track of time,

And later went home and called her

            Just to ask if she was fine…

When was the last time

            I was angry with my best friend,

And we spent entire day together

           After swearing never to speak to each other again…

When was the last time

           I went for a night out at a friend’s place

And got up in the morning to find,

           A moustache painted on my face…

When was the last time

          We all got drenched in the rain

Soaked ourselves dry, changed clothes

          And went out in the rain again…

When was the last time

          We laughed till tears flowed

Walked hand in hand

           Played colours on the road…

When was the last time

          We went cycling into the horizon

Watched stars in the moonlitsky

          For no special reason…

When was the last time

         We thought we could reach the sky

We played toys in backseat of car

         And waved at passers by…

When was the last time

        We plucked flowers from the roadside

Ventured deep into the sea

        Tried to jump into every tide…

To relive these moments

        I could pay money in tonnes

But hell, God knows

        Childhood comes only once…!

I recently read a column in 'The Bombay Times' titled 'The truth about', wherein a "Naturotherapist" answers people's queries about their health problems. One reader had asked her what to do for asthama, for which she advised consultation of a "Hypnotherapist" as asthama is related to"past life". Reading this I felt ashamed of our country and the ignorance of people. Inspite of the recent advances in the field of medicine, we still have such people who have absolutely no knowledge and yet without any hesitation advice people about 'treatment', that too through a leading newspaper! Following is the copy of the feedback that I have sent to the Bombay Times. I guess this is the reason why we are still a developing country!!

I am a MBBS and have post graduated with an MD in Anaesthesiology from Grant Medical college and Sir.J.J.Group of Hospitals in Mumbai. I am writing this in response to the column ‘The truth about’ in Bombay times dated 2^nd jan 2012. An asthamatic has been advised by tha naturotherapist to consult a “hypnotherapist” for the treatment of asthama. Reading this article in your dignified paper, and myself being a well qualified health care practitioner in this field since 12 years, I felt the need to write this, not just as a feed back, but because being under the Hippocratus oath, it is my duty to remove such myths and false facts from minds of unaware people.

Asthama is basically a disease of airways in which the airways are ‘hyper reactive’. As a result there is a chronic inflammation of the muscles of airways, known as the bronchial muscles. This chronic inflammation is associated with airway hyperresponsiveness that leads to recurrent episodes of wheezing, breathlessness, chest tightness and coughing particularly at night or in the early morning. Bronchial tubes that are chronically inflamed may become overly sensitive to allergens (specific triggers) or irritants (nonspecific triggers). The airways may become "twitchy" and remain in a state of heightened sensitivity. This is called "bronchial hyperreactivity" (BHR). It is likely that there is a spectrum of bronchial hyperreactivity in all individuals. However, it is clear that asthmatics and allergic individuals (without apparent asthma) have a greater degree of bronchial hyperreactivity than nonasthmatic and nonallergic people. In sensitive individuals, the bronchial tubes are more likely to swell and constrict when exposed to triggers such as allergens, tobacco smoke, or exercise. Amongst asthmatics, some may have mild BHR and no symptoms while others may have severe BHR and chronic symptoms. Asthma affects people differently. Each individual is unique in their degree of reactivity to environmental triggers. This naturally influences the type and dose of medication prescribed, which may vary from one individual to another.

Asthma symptoms may be activated or aggravated by many agents. Not all asthmatics react to the same triggers. Additionally, the effect that each trigger has on the lungs varies from one individual to another. In general, the severity of your asthma depends on how many agents activate your symptoms and how sensitive your lungs are to them. Most of these triggers can also worsen nasal or eye symptoms. Triggers fall into two categories:

·        allergens ("specific");

·        nonallergens -- mostly irritants (nonspecific).

Once your bronchial tubes (nose and eyes) become inflamed from an allergic exposure, a re-exposure to the offending allergens will often activate symptoms. These "reactive" bronchial tubes might also respond to other triggers, such as exercise, infections, and other irritants. Common allergens include "seasonal" pollens, dust mites, molds, pets, and insect parts, foods, such as fish, egg, peanuts, nuts, cow's milk, and soyadditives, such as sulfites and work-related agents, such as latex, epoxides, and formaldehyde. Factors which can trigger an asthamatic attack include certain foods especially those with higher amount of saturated fats, exercise especially in cold dry weather, emotional stress, and certain conditions of hormonal changes. Thus asthama is NOT A DISEASE OF MIND, IT IS NOT A PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION. IT IS AN ORGANIC DISEASE WITH REAL PATHOLOGY. IT CAN BE ‘TRIGGERED BY PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITIONS.

Like any other chronic disease, asthma is a condition you live with every day of your life. You can have an attack any time you are exposed to one of your triggers. Unlike other chronic obstructive lung diseases, asthma is reversible. Asthma cannot be cured, but it can be controlled.You have a better chance of controlling your asthma if it is diagnosed early and treatment is begun right away.With proper treatment, people with asthma can have fewer and less severe attacks.

But asthama needs to be diagnosed, treated properly from a medical practitioner  AND NOT HYPNOTHERAPIST as it is a fatal disease.