What do I stand for?

I hate hypothetical questions of nonsensical nature. My personal un-favorites are ‘What if you..’ It makes me wonder, what does one test with it. What does one prove with it?

I have seen people making a ruckus over minor things. Maybe, I gave a rupee to a beggar. Some other day, I did not. I don’t think I should make a strict rule whether to give alms or not, or for that matter, tip a waiter, or tell the Rickshaw-walla to keep the change. It’s my money I guess. But, I guess I am digressing.

What do I stand for? In a Business school, at least a conscientious one, words like ‘Core values’ ‘ethical obligations’ ‘social responsibility’ are thrown around so casually that they never do stick, let alone sink in. I say conscientious, and not sensitive, because, they see a need and cater to the demand. I am in no position to blame them. I do not know the complete picture. But the term: ‘Core values’ often gets me thinking.

Core Values: Values at our core. But what is our core? Is it our brain? Our heart? Our mind? What? What do we mean by values? How many of these are self adopted and not enforced upon us? How genuinely truthful are we to ourselves?

I guess values are like reflexes. Given time to think, one would come up with the best possible response. But the way you respond on a spinal level: that are your values. And rightfully so. Take a drunken man for instance. He has chemically shut off his cerebrum! The way he responds is dictated by his values.

So, can we really affix morality to our values? Because, morality is often dissected as a hind thought. It has all the time in the world to judge and be judged. I guess, the exhibition of our values does not have the liberty of time!

So I guess, I cannot say truly, what I stand for. It is situational. But I can say this with a reasonable certainty: My values are test-worthy! But please, Do not attempt to test them with a ‘What If’ question.

As our Professor once said,

“Hypothetical questions will always get you hypothetical answers!”

A last few days as a Doctor.

 

It feels weird to change the profession. It feels weirder that I never flaunted the tag. After all, was it not the big dream?

I don’t know. Being a doctor is a huge responsibility. People assume you are intelligent and well updated about the current medical advancements. People ask for your opinions. People send their children to get some inspiration from you. Patients look up to you, expecting miracles. Can you deliver? It is limited by a whole lot of variables. But you have to pretend to make your magic work.

I am going to miss it all. Well, I had decided to shift the profession a long time back. But now, when I am literally on the brink, I look back and reflect. Have I been a good doctor? I don’t know. Have I helped save lives? I guess I have, with the utmost restrained passivity with which I could have possibly done that. Over all, an average, i would sum it up to say,I did not do justice to the profession.

But it has taught me a lot. At a relatively young age, I have started taking some significant decisions. It has taught me how to talk with someone, how to behave with dignity, and most importantly, how to be a good human being.

People ask me, why I decide to leave the profession. I don’t have one possible answer. The only reason I can give, which might be the closest to the truth, is that I did not think the way a doctor is supposed to think. Medicine defies logic many a times. And logic ruled me. I need an answer to the ‘why’ which is answered by a fancy word ‘idiopathic’ in the fraternity.

May be I wasted a medical seat. Maybe I did not end up to be what my parents expected me to be. All I can say is, I am not done yet. It would be extremely vain to say, that I am destined for greatness. But I am definitely destined for something which was not this. So, without further ado, I bid farewell to being a doctor.  some day, if things are different, who knows, we will cross paths again! till then, Adios ! it was a good run!

Why women should be self sufficient: A guy's point of view.

“Being a woman is an expensive job. The thought came to me when I saw some age-reversal cream commercial where it was implied that a woman should start smearing their faces once a day past thirty. I said to myself, would a man care if he looks 23 or 32? frankly, can one guess the age of a man correctly? We all look the same to ourselves!

Then I started wondering about the other things women have brought upon themselves. The handbags for example. What in a handbag determines the price? The brand? The cow hide? I have no answer. And I was rendered even more speechless when I saw a LV handbag for $1000. can you imagine what it can buy in third world countries?

Clothes. Does a guy remember what his friend was wearing last time they were at a wedding together? No. we do not even remember what we were wearing that day. The only way we know that we have worn a shirt/ sock is by smelling it. So why do women need a different outfit for every occasion? I guess they can put that memory to some good use!

Diamonds, clothes, handbags, shoes. Women seem to have a penchant for dead investments. I don't blame them. People are entitled to have their opinions. People have a right to spend on whatever they feel like, as long as it does not cross the boundaries of legality. But how to justify things people buy where the worth:cost equation cannot work? Sensible people should draw their conclusions. If not, the trend would continue! And that is why my friends, I think that women empowerment is the need of the hour!”

-excerpts from an essay on Home Economics.

I have realised.

I have realised

We hurry, even when we have nowhere to go in particular.

People hate walking on the footpath.

The definition of success has abruptly changed from rich education to being rich.

People don’t take you seriously if you don’t bullshit.

Even friends have started making a small talk before asking for small favours.

There are no longer mud castles built in Diwali.

There is no minimum and a maximum to the requirements for life.

Strength is not at all related to proportion.

People use smileys excessively.

The definitions and perception of everything are changing.

Human values are often scorned upon.

When it comes to a shitty deal, it is always you at the receiving end, even though the statistics say that the probability decreases by the second.

Unity is a decoration.

I have become lazier.

There is no right or wrong. all that is, is in various shades of grey.

I have started to suck at this.