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Friday, December 25, 2009

3 Idiots.

Sorry for repeating myself, but I cant help it.

Sometimes in life, there are certain visual stimuli that just tend to travel & touch much much deeper than just your brain :)

3 Idiots TOO was one such movie.

Again Raju Hirani is a FANTASTIC Director & certain scenes easily reflected that brilliance.

The movie emphasized on MANY important facets that we have forgotten in todays times.

It would be futile for me to try & enlist them here. Because it cant be better explained or packaged than the movie itself. Nothing like, hits you just where it matters.

It re-fuelled my desire for "excellence", re-affirmed my thoughts on the method, technique of education.

I have watched it twice already, will be going for it once more.
& its worth every bit.

Proud to be an Idiot. :)


Sometimes in life, there are certain visual stimuli that just tend to travel & touch much much deeper than just your brain :)

The movie "Paa" is one of them.
Though they spent a lot on "Auro's" make up, Amitabh Bachchan could be seen through him. & he was at one of his best.
I know everyone says the movie is about him, no, but the movie is about MUCH MORE.

about clean neat rapid witty smart cinema
about appealing endearing social messages
about progressive thoughts
about clean politicians
about acceptance
about resilience
abotu loving
about forgiving
about family
about marketing
about looking DEEPER than just the "face"
about knowing YOU.

Thank you R. Balki for ANOTHER wonderful piece of Celluloid.

Congratulations Mr. Amitabh Bachchan, you have once again achieved a feat few can equal, but then again... thats precisely why you are who you are right ? :)
& your son has a long way to go, but he is definitely on the right path & has thankfully inherited a LOT from you.

Friday, November 20, 2009

Tasteless generation

The quality of life has been reduced to denominations of money,

The 'youth' of India has a future opposite of sunny,

It’s because of them that these MNC's & brands thrive,

But they grossly lack the taste & the drive.

They just order whiskey... Don’t know if it’s royal challenge or black label,

They dress like retards, study like dyslexics & behave like a disabled,

They can’t differentiate their coke from thumbs up or mirinda from fanta,

They don’t know the reason behind diwali but have a gala party for Santa,

They are deaf to the difference between sound, music & noise,

The louder the better, perhaps thats the reason they keep screaming at the top of their voice,

Rags stitched together are fashionable if they have a 'brand' label on them,

They are jumping into the same ship, but do they know who is at the helm,

Man was always a social animal, but they are like cows...flocking in a herd,

If 1 does it the rest follow, be it nose ring ear piercing or a ridiculous beard,

Bereft of a mind of their own, they hardly have any goals or vision,

Combine that with zero inclination; now imagine the future state of the nation!

The 'west' have corroded, corrupted, demolished our lifestyle, health, wealth & culture,

Once we are finished, 'done' with, they will swoop down like a vulture,

& for the 1st time, in the history of world,

A country will be conquered, without war.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009


Sanity fled me, sense could not prevail;
Conscience corrupted told me, the colour of your hearts so pale;
The hypothalamus someone plucked,
And the pituitary body is out for a duck,
So words are all I possess,
And they are my only means to success.

Lone Warrior....

Lone warrior that I am;
I will fight as long as I can;
Even in the last breath when death at me is biting;
I swear by the lion I am, I will go down fighting.
I am a lion fearless & bold;
But beneath me I have a warm heart of gold.

Die Another Day...

Die Another Day…

I will die someday, but today is not the day, tonight is not the night.
I am yet to rise, the Dawn – the Sunrise is on its way,
Then I shall live one full day…
Spread hope, cheer & joy to all - & then when everything is allright,
I shall fade away to death with dark silent night.
But be rest assured, there will be another dawn, though it may not be me,
Though it may not be free…

- Dr. Suraj A. Dhirwani 12.12.2008



Life…It takes you up in its arms, makes you feel like a Prince,
But then in these very arms it squeezes you so makes you wince,
It’s all a cycle, a chain, as round as a ring,
Everyone wants to be on top, everyone wants to be a king,
The problem starts when they all start trying to rule,
They try to control and ride humans, when they can’t even control a mule.
The essence of life and its worth, its meaning to them just evades,
They don’t realize the futility and as time passes it all fades.
In these days everything is just so damn pseudo,
You don’t even get affected even though death may come and go.
Then in those last few moments just as your eyes are about to close,
It strikes, you just realize it all depends on what you chose…
How, when and where you hurt,
To others were you well-behaved, rude or curt,
For as you sow so shall you reap,
Your deeds, good or bad, are accounted for accumulated in a heap.
So tread very carefully lest you step on someone’s toes,
Try to make more of friends and less of foes,
Basically it’s a simple equation of take and give,
And as for those who hurt you…just try and forgive,
Remember this…Live And Let Live….

- Suraj A. Dhirwani

Life Back in Track...

Life back on track

After all that I went through,
Desperation, frustration and tension,
My prayers finally got a breakthrough,
Of course there was some manipulation.
And then my heart was humming a different beat,
Most willing to walk the miles were my tired feet,
Nothing was felt, neither the cold, nor the scorching heat.

Things were changing, I was evolving,
Whirlwind of ideas at me were rushing,
The enthusiasm was different, something new,
Obstacles and mental blocks not withstanding except a few.

I entered and felt all revitalized,
My past I instantly surmised.
The shallowness in me I felt and realized.
I felt like fish coming back into water,
Years of drought vanished with laughter,
So much in harmony with myself I could feel,
Of course a little pain is part of the deal,
I had to learn things I should have learnt much before,
The place was healing wounds, which had long been sore.

Surging ahead at full steam I was,
And this time it was all for the right cause,
My principles of course I did not change or give up,
As firm as ever to my roots I was stuck,
This was me the real me, I was back,
After all I had been through my life was back on track.

------------Suraj A. Dhirwani.



I have heard there is no right or wrong, only Power,
Then why is it that when it comes to changing the system, people who can, cower.

Why is it that the purpose is power and power is the purpose,
People have lost their senses & sense has lost its meaning and worth, I suppose.

Why is it that people in charge never take the right decisions,
Narrow-mindedly thinking of present & personal profit, not of values & reputation

Why is it that good guys finish last,
And anyone walking the other path has a blast.

Why is it easier for someone to not be good & all the laurel & hearts win,
When did honesty & decency get thrown into the thrash bin.

Why is it that elders who are supposed to guide us themselves indulge in weird games,
Indulging in mud-slinging calling each other names.

Why is it that despite being in a position to circumstances change,
People end up running after green money & objectives not even remotely in their range.

Why is it that words like politics have come to be in use with institutions and education,
And all culture, values, morals and principles have undergone remorse and mortification

Why is it that I feel so strong an angst, as if I belong to another phylum,
Or is it just me, crazy as usual, born to be thrown in a mental asylum…???


- Suraj A. Dhirwani.

They Shall See…

Often after a squabble or a quarrel
People go barking up a tree,
To his adversary said he,
Another day about this we shall see…

A difference of opinion I possess,
Why take on undue stress,
And another individual harass.
The light finally, they shall see…

Their deeds they have done,
My deeds are yet to come,
Before we all come undone,
The result they shall see.

They scoff at me, if they must,
Rather let them believe that I rust,
But in GOD and myself I trust,
The outcome, they shall see.

Their game they have played,
Their cards they have laid,
A few aces I, too, have in my stockade,
The show they shall see…

I need not go around speaking lies,
Neither force them to open their eyes,
Though it may take more than a few tries…
The fact they shall see…

Qualities I may have a few,
But humans they are too….
They fight great, but I am a great fighter,
This truth they shall see….

- Suraj A. Dhirwani.
20th July 2007

Rules for a Battle

Rules for a battle

Life is a struggle, every breath is a struggle, a war;
You are up against the world and a part of you too;
There are no exceptions, no comrades, no bar;
If fought with a clear mind, wounds will be few;

Fight not for power, money, name or fame;
Plan your moves well, strategy is the key to the game;
Fight for the truth, fight for your heart and you will get the glory;
Victory shall be yours and those you defeat will be sorry;

Fight for what is right, fight for what is good for all;
For evil never prevails for long and pride has a fall;
Dare to fight till the end, run the last mile;
At the victory post the Creator will greet you with a smile.

------------Suraj A. Dhirwani.

The Clouds parted....

The clouds parted…

When the grey cloud across the sun blew through,
I just wished that I could see the sky oh so blue,
Desperate to see the sun again glow,
Ideas through my head began to flow,
I could pray to part the clouds grey,
Or I could go to another place where there was more grace,
But while all these ideas I was penning down,
The clouds parted and the ray of light cleared my frown,
The ray cleared my head an I could see,
That just a cloud should not determine what you should be,
Life is full of scorching heat, rain, chill, hail or shade,
Keep going on and what you pass shall in time fade,
For all times you have been blessed with a heart and a brain,
But if you just believe in yourself, your effort will never go in vain.

----------- Suraj A. Dhirwani.


(The present world through a child’s eyes)
I am an 8 year old, who seldom fumes with fury,
It seems in my life there is no worry.
But the others ion my house never seem to relax,
They are always worried to the max.
My father to me is very dear,
But when he reads the newspaper I feel fear.
Because he talks of something terrible happening,
Due to something called terrorism, which is rising.
Later he would sit and fret,
‘bout how the ends will be met.
He says there is recession,
Which gives him lots of tension.
And talks of unstable governments,
And how there is scope for amendments.
He keeps going in out of the house,
And doesn’t even have time to talk to his spouse.

Which is my mother dear.
My mother has her own problems galore,
Most of the times she is bugged and wants no more.
She complains of about the vegetables with degrading qualities and rising prices,
But still makes sure I get my daily dose of 8 orange slices.
Yet she juggles the household chores so well,
And answers efficiently to every telephone and doorbell.
Most of which are for my elder brother or sister.

Which reminds me of my elder brother,
Who about helping my mom doesn’t bother.
He quips with much delight,
That yesterday in college he had a good fight.
As for him studies are a gigantic problem,
As in engineering college he is you see,
And so best he has to be.
He says he will get a high percent,
But his promises keep diminishing till they form a crescent.
For in life he wants to make it big,
And someday own an oilrig.
He idolizes some people I don’t know of,
With names like Sachin Tendulkar, Bill Gates, George Bush, and Andrew Flintoff.
Of music he talks a lot,
Heavy metal, rap, pop and hard rock.
To me his ‘stereo system as he calls it,
Blares out something I don’t understand a bit.

Neither do my parents and elder sister,
Who is perpetually in search of a decent mister.
And never talking of studies,
But is always hanging out with her buddies.
She is bogged with homework from her school and tuitions,
And still prefers acting to her intuitions.
She says at present she is occupied tending to her crushes,
And is most of the time applying make-up with 114 different brushes.

As for me going to school,
I find very uncool,
But love toys from Funskool.
Infact everyone in our house prefers branded products,
Hindustan Lever, Lakme, Times, HP rule the roost,
And even I prefer Horlicks to Boost.

Tension and recession I very much sun.
But still I can’t fail to wonder,
That what will I do when I grow up and begin to ponder.
I will think of such things when the proper time comes,
Till then I leave it to Him to help me through whatever happens.
As thanks to Him I have caring and loving parents,
And I shall remain indebted to them no matter what happens.
As for every child his parents are his world,
As his future they are the ones who mould.

Suraj A. Dhirwani
Ist B.H.M.S. Roll No. 18
Smt. C.M.P. Homoeopathic
Medical College.
12th February 2002.

Proof of Love


For a guilty to prove his innocence is easy,
But easier is for a guilty to prone he is guilty.
It is also to express peace by the symbol of dove,
But what is toughest in this world is to provide a proof of love.
For it is not necessary that your dearest will believe every word you say,
But you have to try & try and wait for that day.
The day she will believe & understand,
That she is the support without which you cannot stand.
For often your true love is made into mockery,
For she thinks it’s nothing but mere sorcery.
They insult you and your love by calling it infatuation,
And feel that as time passes your love will undergo depreciation.
For them it’s just like a big blown up balloon,
Which is expected to deflate very soon.
In the course of life most mysteries science might solve,
And most conflicts might resolve.
But no matter how much you try to explain,
You maybe stylish or just plain,
Every iota of your effort will go in vain.
You might keep trying even after she becomes your wife,
But the proof of love you might not be able to provide throughout your life.

Suraj A. Dhirwani
Ist B.H.M.S. Roll No. 18
Smt. C.M.P. Homoeopathic
Medical College.
2nd January 2003.

It is Not pure....


The first drop of rain was falling on my face,
But it is not pure.
I’m taking the first snowflake on my tongue,
But it’s not pure.
I have a day of fun & frolic on the beach,
But it’s not pure.
I am swimming in the ocean,
But it’s not pure.
I am drinking the water of a small brook,
But it’s not pure.
I am breathing the air on a warm morning,
But it’s not pure.
I am rolling in the soil of a hillock,
But it’s not pure.
I am catching the cloud on the peak of the mountain,
But it’s not pure.
I am basking in the sunbeam,
But it’s not pure.
I am walking, someone wishes me hello,
But it’s not pure.
I am boarding a bus, an acquaintance smiles,
But it’s not pure.
I pretend to be peacefully deep asleep,
But it’s not pure.
I am trying to study,
But it’s not pure.
I am being imparted knowledge,
But it’s not pure.
I am living life,
But it’s not pure.
For we are always whining,
Replacing living, with existing & surviving.
In this materialistic world mad world,
Except for His blessings & parent’s love,
Nothing’s left pure.
For the betterment of “humans”,
To these problems we must find a cure…
For the best life to live is one which is pure.

Suraj A. Dhirwani
Ist B.H.M.S. Roll No. 18
Smt. C.M.P. Homoeopathic
Medical College.
14th August 2002.



Even when man used to dwell in caves,
And crystal clear water lapped up as waves,
He has always been plagued by illness and disease,
Over the years he tried everything from chalk to cheese,
Then came Allopathy or Modern medicine,
But actual cure was never seen.
Then came Dr. Samuel Hahnemann, our great, beloved master,
He showed cure which was gentle, permanent and faster,
He gave the world a new science, Homoeopathy its name,
Similia Similibus Curentur was its claim to fame.
It started making people true physicians, rather than doctors behaving as magicians.
It actually worked miracles, which could all be explained by its solid principles.
Most could not digest its success, it took them by surprise,
Therefore our master said ‘Audeus Sapre’ :- Dare To Be Wise.
It is much better than what other “doctors” practiced...leeching, beating & cheating.
Had to be for it IS the True Art of Healing.
But just as usual, to the best, the truth, the world turns a blind eye,
Rather than take our sweet globules, in pain and agony they cry.
They give homoeopathy and Homoeopaths step-motherly treatment,
They forget someday, they too will all have to come to us for their treatment.
We have to work hard for that day,
Never from our paths should we sway,
Then there will be a new dawn, rise of a new sun,
When we will no longer be ‘alternative’, rather the treatment choice number one.
That goal is exactly the duty of all Homoeopaths including mine,
Together to make our lovely Art & Science shine

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Proud to be a Homeo Sapien!!!

This is NOT my Original Work.

This article was in the Times Of India... Editorial Section.
Jug Suraiya is a popular & brilliant writer whose column Jugular Vein is just BRILLIANT.
On 23rd October 2009, we Homoeopaths were given another shot in the arm!!!
We should be proud & at the same time learn some very important lessons from this.
The original article:

Homeo sapiens
Jug Suraiya

The world is deeply divided. Never mind those who feel that Barack Obama does deserve the Nobel Peace Prize and those who feel he doesn’t. Forget those who are convinced that climate change will destroy us all, and those equally convinced that it’s a figment of R K Pachauri’s imagination. Ignore those who claim Anil is in the right and those who root for Mukesh. All these are mere ripples on the surface of controversy. The real rift that divides civilisation, the unbridgeable Grand Canyon of all schisms is that which separates those who believe in the curative powers of homeopathy and those who don’t.
According to the prohomeopaths, homeopathy can cure, and indeed has cured, anything and everything from premature baldness to the Big C, from the common cold to the most uncommon of pathologies. Give homeopathy half a chance, say homeopaths, and it’ll cure all the world’s ills, from AIDS to global recession, from international terror to Raj and Bal Thackerayism. According to the anti-homeopaths, homeopathy is pseudo-medical mumbo-jumbo, pharmacological voodoo involving toxic substances like arnica 30, nux vomica 60, deadly nightshade 100, and tarantulas’ testicles ad infinitum. To anti-homeopaths, homeopaths are, at worst, dangerous quacks, and, at best, harmless weirdos who also believe in UFOs, greet each other by secret signs known only to initiates, and dance naked under the full moon.
Neither believers nor disbelievers, Bunny and i are agnostics when it comes to homeopathy. Neither for nor against, we sit on the fence of ambivalence. So when a friend recommended a homeopathic course of treatment for the sciatica that has been plaguing Bunny for the past six months, we decided to go with it. Maybe it won’t work. But what the heck. It can’t hurt, can it? And who knows? Maybe it will work. Stranger things have been known to happen. As i can testify. Years ago in Calcutta i suffered from what the series of allopathic doctors i consulted called a ‘strep throat’. With unfailing regularity my throat would get sore and inflamed and horribly painful, as though i were swallowing broken glass. The inflammation would be accompanied by fever, sometimes as high as 102 degrees. To try and prevent the infection, i’d rub Vicks on my throat and wrap it up tight with a scarf, right through Calcutta’s hot and sweaty summer. Didn’t help. Month on month, the strep throat would strike, and i’d pop antibiotics by the fistful in vain attempts to combat it.
Finally someone suggested i see a homeopath. I don’t believe in homeopathy, i replied. You’re not required to, it’s not a religion, said the other, and gave me a name and address. So off i went to see my first homeopath, who turned out to be a small, chubby, cheerful chap who looked at me brightly. Sore throat, i croaked, pointing to my wrapped-up neck. The chap shook his head. That’s just the symptom, he said. What you’re suffering from is something else, he added, and gave me a phialful of small white globules, of which i was to swallow six and not eat or drink anything for half an hour before or after.
I went home, had the globules. And didn’t sleep a wink that night, having to rush to the loo half a dozen times. I woke Bunny at 6 in the morning. Ring up that damn fellow and tell him he’s killed me, i groaned. Bunny rang him and gave him the dire news. Wonderful! The chap responded. I’ve purged his body of all the toxins that were poisoning him; tell him he’ll never get a bad throat again, he said. And i haven’t, not once, in the intervening 20-odd years.
So do Bunny and i believe in homeopathy? We don’t know. All we know is that somethingcured me of a strep throat all the allopaths i went to had given up on. Here’s hoping that the same, or a similar, something will work the magic for Bunny’s sciatica. For all anyone knows, maybe the homeo path to health is paved with good prescriptions. Fingers crossed. Toes, too.

i am Proud to be a Homeo Sapien

Proof about Illiterate Literates!!!

Yes... they DO EXIST!!!.... & they are 10,00,00,00,00,000 more common than UFOs.


Simplest example....

On Diwali Day... The maximum allowed noise level in a Residential area is 55dB.
& in Breach Candy... the locality where supposedly the most elite population lives & drives the snazziest cars & have been 'educated' in the best of the schools & colleges...was the Area with the MAXIMUM noise levels... a whopping 138 dB !!!!

Can you imagine the smoke??? The Noise??? The Pollution??? The Ecological hazard???....
In the neighbourhood that is so serene & beautiful otherwise!!!

Dharavi posted decibel levels of 89dB!!! (only...)

What can I say... such are the times we live in!!

Saturday, August 22, 2009

The Illiterate Literates

Surpisingly, in todays times, I notice this major chunk of people who fall into this category.
The Illiterate Literates. The Uncivilized Civilians.

Do you know who these are?

They are the ones who:

Who open up the doors of their Mercs & spit on the road
Who cross carelessly in the middle of the road
Who break queues as casually as if it was their right
Who have no regard for civic sense
Who drive worse than the rickshaw drivers
Who abuse more than necessary
Who talk loudly rudely on their cell phones even in theatres
Who observe no lane discipline or traffic regulations
Who throw thrash just anywhere
Who litter the world with their dirty thoughts
this could go on & on..

basically, those who are well suited, wearing a crisp clean shirt, branded trousers/jeans, flashing an expensive cell phone, looking all set & hip, try & always in English...
yet are FILTHY to their soul.

They are graduates, well educated, often hailing from good family backgrounds,
But they dont remember a word of Civics,
they have no common sense,
they are often an environmental hazard,
they WASTE resources,
they are a NUISANCE!

Earlier, a certain segment of the society, was often "forgiven" for such behaviour, because they were truly illiterate & hence it was not expected of them to know, that their behaviour is wrong.

But when these so called literates, behave WORSE than the actual illiterates... thats when I call them the ILLITERATE LITERATES.
"padhe likhe anpadh ganwar"

These comprise of the Individuals, who often crib the most, but do nothing in their own deeds.
This is the exact population that does not benefit our contry in any way whatsoever.
These are not assets, but asses who are a big liability.

Those who keep saying: "Damn our country is very dirty, so filthy, look at USA" But will not even think or flinch before throwing or spitting on the road.

What should be done about such UNCIVILIZED CIVILIANS!!!

I believe I am no one to comment or commit.
"I do what I can & what I must"
So what can I do?
AND I maintain a general Common sense & Civic Sense!

Be Who You Are...

"Duniya me sabse bada rog,

Mere baare me kya kehenge log."

The riches that you seek,

Are all within you,

You are as u think, strong or weak,

Fear not, do what you must do.

Believe in yourself & just be who you are,

Follow your own path, dare to fly, YOU are the Star!

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Vande Mataram! Jai Hind!


Before we all celebrate our Independence day tomorrow, let us pause & think for a moment how well have utilized our Freedom in the last 1 year

For a bright, brilliant future we all hope & dream,
About our rights & freedom we scream,
But when the opportunity presents, we quitly slip in a note,
When the d-day come,we go on a holiday than vote,
Our country is definitely great,
Yet we choose to migrate,
Why do we suffer quietly as subjects when we are the true rulers of our kingdom,
To the hollow sheen of western influence,why have we sold our culture & freedom?

- Dr. Suraj A. Dhirwani

Mubarak ho Swabhimaani Swatantra Divas.

Vande Mataram! Jai Hind!

Namaste Before we all celebrate our Independence day tomorrow, let us pause & think for a moment how well have utilized our Freedom in the last 1 year For a bright, brilliant future we all hope & dream, About our rights & freedom we scream, But when the opportunity presents, we quitly slip in a note, When the d-day come,we go on a holiday than vote, Our country is definitely great, Yet we choose to migrate, Why do we suffer quietly as subjects when we are the true rulers of our kingdom, To the hollow sheen of western influence,why have we sold our culture & freedom? - Dr. Suraj A. Dhirwani Mubarak ho Swabhimaani Swatantra Divas.

Thursday, August 13, 2009

The Masked City Madness - Swine Flu hit Mumbai

The Swine flu is here - Believe it or not... but it is around...
But you know what else it has brought along with it? FEAR & PANIC.

Its very funny to see that inspite of 26th July & innumerable terrorist attacks, Mumbaikars have not learnt a single lesson in Panic Management.

Its quite intriguing to see this human behaviour reaction under stress & fear.

How else do you explain the phenomenal sales of regular surgical masks which offer no protection or immuntiy whatsoever to the said Swine flu or even regular flu!

As also, the opportunist behaviour of so many businessmen who are even capitalizing on these bad times by selling these masks at higher prices.

But, yes, like every time, in the recent past - the Media is really to blame for causing such a blatant panic rather than being responsible for education & awareness.

Have you seen the crowd of patients thronging various doctors clinics? Its unbelievable!

People who ordinarily never pop in a pill for a cold, are running to their nearest clinic like rabid dogs!

Does NO ONE read the papers?

Do you not know the ENTIRE list of Symptoms that regular flu & Swine flu share and ARE COMMON to both illnesses.

Have you not read that for you particular illness to be "suspected" to be Swine flu, you need to have
1. High Grade Fever more than 3 days
2. Rhinitis / Coryza / Running nose
3. Dry cough / throat irritation
4. Risk of exposure or Contact to definitely infected individual or area.

ALL these symptoms have to be present for it classify as a "probable case of Swine Flu"

Just presence of ANY one of these symptoms indicates regular Flu / Viral infection which is extremely common right now!

Besides, why do people forget that by going to such places, you are actually increasing Your Risk of exposure to an infected person, as WELL as, risking other peoples health by probably giving them yours.

Another thing, this once again is a fine example of how are "modern" lifestyle is bringing forth as many diseases as comforts.

Our low immunity & resistance can be attributed to our bad dietary habits & lack of physical exercise.
& it is well known now that Airconditioned office spaces & malls are the prime source of infection because of the stale air that circulates there.

Imagine, we all are living & working in such closed cages everyday!

This is just the start, there are many more such diseases to come.

P.S. How come when Swine Flu is heard of, everyone rushes to buy & wear a mask,
but when warned about AIDS and STDs no one rushes to buy Condoms?

The Masked City - Swine Flu hit Mumbai

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Love Aaj Kal

Just saw this refreshing , young, delightful, fast, bubbly movies yesterday.

The 1st thought that comes across: What is Love? do we even understand love?

While the movies very rightly mocks the current generation for its frivolous behaviour. Casual approach to everything in life.
Somewhere deep down it also questions the approach of "going for the book by its cover", where we have lost the art of appreciating what is "inside" another person, we are being extremely superficial, extremely materialistic.
Somewhere the values, the culture is lost!

Also, for the commitment phobic generation a very nice message has been put across by Veer (Rish Kapoor), that love at 1st sight does exist and love can be an adventure, a roller coaster ride, btu commitment is such an outstanding virtue.

Imtiaz Ali sure has an amazing knack for story telling. Awesome direction, visuals & locales.

Breaking another social mould, is the projection that todays generation is capable of taking up less known jobs as a career choice. We, the current generation have the capability and potential to do path breaking deeds, all we need to do is focus. Dare to dream, dare to work hard for it and it will be yours. yourself.

Today, the young Indians are global indians, they span across every continent in the globe, inter-racial, inter-cultural interaction has increased tremedously, but, an Indian at heart, will always have India flowing in his blood. The deep rooted culture & values never fail.

An extremely feel good movie, with good music, nice choroeography, an a very nice take home message.

Yehi hai Love Aaj Kal, tu nahi to aur sahi, aur nahi to aur sahi...par, jise dil dhoond raha tha kya woh tum hi thi?

Bandra Worli Seeal Link - BWSL

On 1st July 2009, I was one the many many eager people who wanted to be one of the 1st people to traverse the Bandra Worli Sea Link.

This Historic & monumental Bridge, connecting Bandra & worli, in mumbai, is one of the largest in Asia.

I have been watching it under construction since 2 years now & finally on that day I got to drive on it.

It was Amazing, such a proud feeling, almost felt like those bridges we see in movies abroad. A very beautiful view of Mumbai.
The Bridge by itself is superb, though only half complete.

It is just a small insight to the way Mumbai is going to change. There is so much more on its way, so many more positive changes we can expect.

But you know what matters most? The positive change we need to bring in ourselves. The citizens of Mumbai. The residents. They need beautification from inside.

The pan spitting, rowdy, vandals, anti-social, rule breaking, corrupting kind of people need to change.

& hopefully, we will see a very different Mumbai in the coming years...

Three Cheers for the BWSL.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

My Farewell Speech on 16th February 2009, Graduation day

17th November 2003, together we all embarked on a journey, an experience that has left an indelible impact on our life. With rapidly beating hearts and nervous minds we entered the Institution known as one of the best for Homoeopathic Education. We were here, at C.M.P., out of choice, out of compulsion, out of no option whatsoever. But we were here… What was to be seen is where we go. And here we are today – 16th February 2009. After Five and a Half Years. So many years!!! Just the mere mention brings back so many memories, nostalgia that threatens to pour out in tears. All those grueling exam, viva and study sessions, those fun filled euphoric college weeks, the enthusiastic competitive sports spirit. Those blissful hours spent in the college corridors, the canteen or the library. Those private secret conversations we shared with our friends. Those lovely OPDs & discussions with teachers.
Well friends, we all know that we are the Guinea pig batch, the 1st Batch belonging to the New Course of M.U.H.S. We have had a roller coaster ride so far and yet one can easily recollect our achievements. We had 24 Distinctions in Pharmacy in 1st year and 7 in Anatomy. We had a 100% Result in our Final year. We have won medals, trophies and prizes at the Inter-collegiate level for Carrom & Table Tennis. We have won many Inter-Collegiate Debate, Drama, Drug Dramatization and Dance competitions. We were the proud recipients of the BEST CLASS Trophy TWICE! But all this would have never been possible without our Unity, Spirit and Bonding. Neither without the guidance, support & encouragement of our teachers and the college authorities.
I take this opportunity to thank Homoeopathic Education Society and the Management of our college for providing us with such excellent facilities, campus and services. We often don’t realize their contribution to our growth but undeniably they are worthy of praise for this institute. This Institute would be nothing but a Structure of walls & pillars with beautiful tiles & greenery, if it weren't for our World class, supreme, fantastic, marvelous TEACHERS. They are the true spirit of CMP who have dedicated their lives to this Institute making it what it is, one of the Best Homoeopathic Colleges. We thank all our Teachers, who have guided us, taught us, shielded us, loved us and made us what we are today. Over the years each and every single teacher has been invaluable to our growth and the polishing that was required to make us the Doctors that we are today. Indisputably, irrespective of all other circumstances, we owe it to you dear Teachers for being our Teachers, Mentors, Leaders and often Friends too.
Ofcourse we must never forget the Office staff & Non-teaching staff of our college & hospital who have always been very co-operative and helpful for all these 5 & a half years.
In these years, we met strangers who became our best friends, we met teachers who became our mentors, we met patients who became our teachers. Overall a thoroughly evolving experience. A metamorphosis. From mere 12th Std. graduates to Doctors. From those carefree, happy go lucky characters to what we are today – we have, in every sense of the word, Evolved.
Like often a caterpillar in its cocoon evolves into a butterfly. CMP has been our cocoon. It has polished us into what we are today. But now, it’s time to spread our wings and fly… Fly for the real world awaits – where we carry on us, the CMP badge, the Honour of being a Homoeopath. We must at all times remember to uphold this honour and ensure that we maintain the dignity of the science, the institution and the profession that we belong to. We are not just Doctors, practitioners of the medical science. We are Homoeopathic Doctors – practitioners and followers of the Art & Science of Homoeopathy. With this renewed hope, enthusiasm – we graduate. The vast, blue skies are the limit. We all have our hopes, we all have our destinations. We all have our destiny.
Wishing all of us the life that we desire. May God bless us with Happiness and Success…forever.
Aude Sapere


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