Category Archives: Work
To Kiss God on His Nose.
I want t kiss God on His nose and watch Him sneeze and so do you. Not out of disrespect. Out of pique. Out of a man-to-man thing. Anne Sexton (1928-1974), U.S. poet. “Jesus Dies.” Mood : Angry, but thinking … Continue reading
Somebody Should Leave
I have been packing up to leave, and been getting more and more morose by the minute. Not exactly morose, but more of a dragging, heavy sense of weightiness, that says “this is done, and the next is here again”. … Continue reading
One Day, One Room
Today was rather awfully bland. Nothing happened. Very nondescript, grey kind of day. Dreamed a lot, that’s probably why. This kind of day always leaves me discontent. Like a huge waste of time, of having done nothing, simply wasting time … Continue reading
Sempre In Excreta, Solo Profundum Variat.
Today is one of those days when I remember exactly why I named this blog Wasted Years and added the bit about the bonded slavery too. Today’s been one of those days when despite having nearly 40 odd days in … Continue reading
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Why I Run.
No, I do not run to lose weight. I run for a hundred other reasons, none of which are the ones anyone usually cites. I run because I love waking up in the morning – when everyone is asleep and … Continue reading
Love Letter Time
Right now : I’m listening to Celine Dion singing Surprise, Surprise. Nice new album, by the way, Taking Chances. I’m also trying to compose a half good love letter. No, dear readers, this is not for any significant other in … Continue reading
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Do Not Do This To Your Doctor
I have had a bizarre couple of weeks. First the guy who was supposed to alternate night duties with me upped and left. So have been doing an inhumanly long series of duties. During which I have had patients for … Continue reading
Cow Under My Window
As for the rest of my life post my I-escape-by reading-and-all-I-do-is-read lifestyle, I have finally come up to a decent livable BMI. From being 17 in Final year, I have now, in the 4 months that I have spent in … Continue reading
A Wedding And A Funeral
One of the nurses that I worked with is getting married today. I’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while – nearly a month in fact – she’s a lovely person : funny, sensible, smart and dedicated to … Continue reading
Why I Am Not A Professional Bungee Jumper
This post is primarily because a reader asked me why I was having doubts about being a doctor for the rest of my life, after ostensibly slogging my ass off to get in. My first instinct was the thought that … Continue reading
