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Friday, March 11, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
The rat race
Was having a nice conversation with a friend, basically having the quintessential intelligence vs hardwork debate which I just don't seem to get. In my opinion both complement and enhance each other. Hardwork can nurture your intelligence.
Anyway, the point we both agreed on is that its all about a big huge rat race, and concluded that we both are rats. So badly stuck in this race that we can't stop. Stopping is not an option, not when you've ran your heart out all your life. Since we are stuck, its best to keep running. And since we have to keep running, why not run well? I have decided to sprint like its my final lap. When are you catching up?
P.S. How many of you have felt like that? The feeling of a rat in a race who can't stop?
Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel
Anyway, the point we both agreed on is that its all about a big huge rat race, and concluded that we both are rats. So badly stuck in this race that we can't stop. Stopping is not an option, not when you've ran your heart out all your life. Since we are stuck, its best to keep running. And since we have to keep running, why not run well? I have decided to sprint like its my final lap. When are you catching up?
P.S. How many of you have felt like that? The feeling of a rat in a race who can't stop?
Sent from BlackBerry® on Airtel
Sunday, August 29, 2010
The beginning of the end for phone numbers?
10 years, maybe even 5 years from now, will you be still using your phone? the one with a 10 digit number?
The logical answer is NO, you won't! and this is not science fiction, the mobile "phone" is turning into a mobile "gadget". Fast.
with increasing bandwidth of mobile data networks, and amazing capabilities of an average smartphone, i see the beginning of the end for the mobile "phone" as we know it.
When i look for a new phone, i look for its ability to check email, read my powerpoint and word documents, sync calendar items with google calendar, ability to use google maps and gps navigation, ability to browse the web faster, read ebooks! and so on...and yes, if it can do all this, i'm ready to compromise on call quality (with call drops & reception problems with almost all operators, its poor anyway)
the other day i was trying "fring", an application for s60 phones, in which u can use gtalk, skype and other voip services. i talked to a friend in the US... Crystal clear voice, no lag at all! (i am not even using a 3g as yet, this was through a normal gprs)
calls apart, i use social networking sites like facebook/twitter on my phone more than good old sms, and with more people jumping the line, soon we will see the proliferation of such microblogging and messaging clients. i can stay in touch with more people this way, and its more convenient!
integration of social networking into mobile, as is the case with newer smartphones might just be the final nail in the coffin for sms. It won't be long before the actual call follows
Idea/abhishek bachchan's "what an idea sirji" doesn't seem like being a bright idea after all!
The logical answer is NO, you won't! and this is not science fiction, the mobile "phone" is turning into a mobile "gadget". Fast.
with increasing bandwidth of mobile data networks, and amazing capabilities of an average smartphone, i see the beginning of the end for the mobile "phone" as we know it.
When i look for a new phone, i look for its ability to check email, read my powerpoint and word documents, sync calendar items with google calendar, ability to use google maps and gps navigation, ability to browse the web faster, read ebooks! and so on...and yes, if it can do all this, i'm ready to compromise on call quality (with call drops & reception problems with almost all operators, its poor anyway)
the other day i was trying "fring", an application for s60 phones, in which u can use gtalk, skype and other voip services. i talked to a friend in the US... Crystal clear voice, no lag at all! (i am not even using a 3g as yet, this was through a normal gprs)
calls apart, i use social networking sites like facebook/twitter on my phone more than good old sms, and with more people jumping the line, soon we will see the proliferation of such microblogging and messaging clients. i can stay in touch with more people this way, and its more convenient!
integration of social networking into mobile, as is the case with newer smartphones might just be the final nail in the coffin for sms. It won't be long before the actual call follows
Idea/abhishek bachchan's "what an idea sirji" doesn't seem like being a bright idea after all!
Saturday, August 28, 2010
New Delhi railway station
Was waiting for a connecting train. couldn't help notice these glaring spelling mistakes at a station which will be used for CWG (commonwealth games)!
So thats NDLS for you, happy playing, happy travelling! Inconvenience is 'Regratted'! :)
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Dedicated to my teacher
Another phase of my life is getting over with residency finishing in a couple of weeks. Feels like hatching of an egg with the chick breaking the protective shell. Suddenly, he is ready to face the world outside. One man makes it feel like that, and he is none other than my teacher, my guru and my mentor, Dr. DP Singh. Some flashbacks and some thoughts from the last 3 years of my life:
teachers are like ‘trees’, they say, who provide you the ‘shade’ you need to learn, know and grow, before you step out to face the world. Dr. DP gave me all that, and much more!
Flashback 2007: I had been temporarily posted in another unit for 3 months before coming to sir’s unit. The difference was stark. Suddenly I felt more capable, more confident, and could work more! In retrospect I realize all this was because in his unit, I was just able to concentrate on things that residency is all about! Isn’t that how it should be? :)
Sir, the heat of the world outside is scorching. And I will always miss the time I spent under the ‘shade’ your hand.
There are some teachers who know the abilities of postgraduate students (and then just make use of them for 3 years and be done with it!) ....People tell the tale of some anaesthesia resident who was reduced to being a personal assistant of some head of dept of anaesthesia just because he knew how to type on a computer screen!...
None of that with Dr DP Singh (he wouldn’t even allow that to happen to his resident, even if it meant saying NO to the head of the dept, surgery for the services of his resident ). Thank you Sir, for all the times you said NO on my behalf.
Beyond my abilities, I will always be indebted to sir for making me realize what all I was capable of. There were times of self-doubt, and fear of failures... and I can’t remember one single moment where my teacher failed to back me up.
Only the best teachers do, really.
Sir, while I was learning surgery from you, you symbolized all that a surgeon should be!
I learnt it from you that a surgeon must be on his toes always. He should be swift, sharp and alert. You had this amazing power of observation (of almost everything around you). I learnt it from you to never be afraid of performing a new procedure, I learnt it from you how to adopt newer procedures, and evolve with time. At the end of it all, if I am able to imbibe even ten percent of your abilities, I would have done well.
To err is human, they say. Some teachers reprimand and scold you for it. Some even shout at you. But some deadlier ones note your mistakes in the hallowed n deadly “bad books” of theirs. Once that happens, you’ve had it, because the faintest ink is better than the sharpest memory. Thank god sir didn’t have any such deadly bad book. This made us responsible residents to start with. We were more aware of our mistakes, and rather than fearing the “wrath” of boss (which could mean even expletives in some units), we felt afraid of disappointing sir who gave us so much. To err is resident; to forgive is Dr. DP Singh. (This is not meant to be a guideline for the new first year residents though!) :)
Some teachers wear ties and 3 piece suits on rounds the moment air-conditioning is no more needed. We have seen sir in t-shirts with the “Google” logo on evening post op rounds, after which he would make it a point to have tea with residents at the Red Cross canteen. We would discuss everything under the blue sky which could include the latest happenings in the college, outside the college, the internet, Bollywood and Hollywood, technology, cars, TV serials, mad people, mad women, not so mad women, the bombing of Iraq, the pros and cons of marriage, research papers, history, geography, economy, and the list is endless.
Then his sense of humour; Sometimes we would keep laughing much after sir had left. Humour at work is good. Whoever said this is god damn right... It always leaves u refreshed.
Not my words, but words of sir himself, “teachers are like parents. They love, teach and expect, just like parents, and have every right to reprimand, or scold...just like parents. They even feel bad after scolding residents, just like parents”. Absolutely spot on, sir. I have nothing more to add to that. You were like a father figure for me all these three years, and I will always be... just like a son for you.
I quote sir from twitter. He tweeted, “Every year at this time I feel a little heavy hearted when the PGs leave the unit and go out... like the birds flying away...”
Yes, its like the birds flying away, sir... you gave us wings!
Teachers are like trees
teachers are like ‘trees’, they say, who provide you the ‘shade’ you need to learn, know and grow, before you step out to face the world. Dr. DP gave me all that, and much more!
Flashback 2007: I had been temporarily posted in another unit for 3 months before coming to sir’s unit. The difference was stark. Suddenly I felt more capable, more confident, and could work more! In retrospect I realize all this was because in his unit, I was just able to concentrate on things that residency is all about! Isn’t that how it should be? :)
Sir, the heat of the world outside is scorching. And I will always miss the time I spent under the ‘shade’ your hand.
Teachers Know your abilities, (and your capabilities!)
There are some teachers who know the abilities of postgraduate students (and then just make use of them for 3 years and be done with it!) ....People tell the tale of some anaesthesia resident who was reduced to being a personal assistant of some head of dept of anaesthesia just because he knew how to type on a computer screen!...
None of that with Dr DP Singh (he wouldn’t even allow that to happen to his resident, even if it meant saying NO to the head of the dept, surgery for the services of his resident ). Thank you Sir, for all the times you said NO on my behalf.
Beyond my abilities, I will always be indebted to sir for making me realize what all I was capable of. There were times of self-doubt, and fear of failures... and I can’t remember one single moment where my teacher failed to back me up.
Teachers lead by example
Only the best teachers do, really.
Sir, while I was learning surgery from you, you symbolized all that a surgeon should be!
I learnt it from you that a surgeon must be on his toes always. He should be swift, sharp and alert. You had this amazing power of observation (of almost everything around you). I learnt it from you to never be afraid of performing a new procedure, I learnt it from you how to adopt newer procedures, and evolve with time. At the end of it all, if I am able to imbibe even ten percent of your abilities, I would have done well.
Teachers forgive
To err is human, they say. Some teachers reprimand and scold you for it. Some even shout at you. But some deadlier ones note your mistakes in the hallowed n deadly “bad books” of theirs. Once that happens, you’ve had it, because the faintest ink is better than the sharpest memory. Thank god sir didn’t have any such deadly bad book. This made us responsible residents to start with. We were more aware of our mistakes, and rather than fearing the “wrath” of boss (which could mean even expletives in some units), we felt afraid of disappointing sir who gave us so much. To err is resident; to forgive is Dr. DP Singh. (This is not meant to be a guideline for the new first year residents though!) :)
Some teachers are cool
Some teachers wear ties and 3 piece suits on rounds the moment air-conditioning is no more needed. We have seen sir in t-shirts with the “Google” logo on evening post op rounds, after which he would make it a point to have tea with residents at the Red Cross canteen. We would discuss everything under the blue sky which could include the latest happenings in the college, outside the college, the internet, Bollywood and Hollywood, technology, cars, TV serials, mad people, mad women, not so mad women, the bombing of Iraq, the pros and cons of marriage, research papers, history, geography, economy, and the list is endless.
Then his sense of humour; Sometimes we would keep laughing much after sir had left. Humour at work is good. Whoever said this is god damn right... It always leaves u refreshed.
Teachers are like parents
Not my words, but words of sir himself, “teachers are like parents. They love, teach and expect, just like parents, and have every right to reprimand, or scold...just like parents. They even feel bad after scolding residents, just like parents”. Absolutely spot on, sir. I have nothing more to add to that. You were like a father figure for me all these three years, and I will always be... just like a son for you.
Some teachers you can never forget.
I quote sir from twitter. He tweeted, “Every year at this time I feel a little heavy hearted when the PGs leave the unit and go out... like the birds flying away...”
Yes, its like the birds flying away, sir... you gave us wings!
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