A doctor’s heart



Hurried steps from one ward to another. Long working hours at a stretch. Difficult night duties when on call. That is the real life of a doctor. I knew this, of course. But they very rightly say that experience is truly the best teacher. There’s something very powerful about experiences and empathy that takes our understanding to the next level, or the right one, let’s say. That is one of the many things that working as an elective student taught me. And for good.

It’s very easy to imagine that the life of a doctor is that of prestige and wealth. That may be very true. But what we very conveniently forget is what goes behind all this grandeur.
Imagine having to wake up every morning and rush to the hospital to attend to ailing bodies, often missing out on your son’s parent-teacher meeting, or your daughter’s sports day at school, or your own mother’s appointment with the doctor. Imagine having to miss out on attending your best friend’s wedding, or a night out with your cousins because you have a night-shift that may stretch into a 12-hour post-call. Imagine having to be on your feet all day, your wits intact, as your back aches and your feet shout for a rest. Imagine having to make important, life-saving decisions on empty stomachs and full bladders. Imagine losing a patient in the face of the complexity that the human body boasts of, and not blaming yourself for what was predestined. Imagine breezing through life as you watch little tragedies and big miracles every day.
Yes. That is a small window into what the real deal is.

Perhaps, it’s in these larger than life paradoxes that the simple secret of life lies in.
Seconds melt into hours and days into years. Between one summer and one winter, more than a few showers of rain grace this soil, either washing away fragile homes of mud-bricks and straw roofs or watering a healthy rice field. Someone, somewhere, crushes the autumn leaves. Someone, somewhere sings the songs of spring. And a doctor, a messiah, does all of that in the heartbeat of a moment.

“Verily, with every difficulty there is relief.”


For a dear friend, my Parabatai – we can beat Jem and Will! 

Dreams big, fears small 

Oceans deep, ambitions tall.

You stand there, my friend, amongst the Unseen;

Battling the tumultuous winds.

The whispers of a lonely heart

strangle the ticking clock within,

But know, O’ Parabatai, that

“Verily, with every difficulty there is relief”.



Every Cloud Has A Silver Lining…..

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“When defeat comes, accept it as a signal that your plans are not sound, rebuild those plans, and set sail once more toward your coveted goal.” ― Napoleon Hill, Think and Grow Rich.

Disappointments and failures are meant to make us or break us. That is the rule of life.

When hopes and dreams remain unfulfilled,pessimism takes over. Depression becomes difficult to fight. A paralyzing feeling of helplessness and despair cocoons us. And we complain. Those of us who believe in God, complain to Him.

We very conveniently turn a blind eye to all of His blessings and complain. Why did He not give us what we want? Why did he do this to us? Why?


Because He loves us more than the people who gave birth to us. Because His plans are always the best.

When we ask our parents to fulfill a certain wish of ours, and they do not do so because either their pocket does not allow since our health care and education are more important, or they truly believe that it is not good for us; they do feel the pain of turning down our wishes. Yes, they do.

Then God, who loves us more than our parents, must truly believe that something is certainly not in the best of our interests, before deciding not to grant it. And yes, He definitely does not like to see His creations in pain. He must know that that particular wish is parallel to poison for us. Therefore, He does not grant it. Simple, isn’t it?

Now that calls for an expression of gratitude, not thanklessness. It is hard. It is very hard to thank Him for not granting a wish that we had been praying for with each breath, for not making things easier. Courage; infinite courage, strength of character and a blind faith in Him is what we need; the courage to just let things go with the flow….And in return, He must have something greater in store for us. He never fails to compensate us. Never. He rewards us for our patience and for wishes and dreams unfulfilled.

We need to thank Him for saving us from the inferno that we had chosen for ourselves, and for gifting us with greater glories.

Someone may have done this before you, and they must have surely embraced peace and an overwhelming sense of achievement while doing so. Because we humans need something to hang on to..something that reverberates hope. Otherwise, we will turn into bodies of flesh and blood whose souls will have committed suicide the moment despair hit them. That is not how life goes on. We must live our life. Not drift through it.

Optimism is an essential tool to carve our future with. And pessimism? A disease. An insect; the termite that feeds on the happiness in our lives and leaves us empty and hollow from inside. It paralyses us, leaving us devoid of a peremptory sense of responsibility and any feelings of gaiety. And that tantamounts to admitting defeat. Full points to Roger Crawford for his golden words : “Being challenged in life is inevitable, being defeated is optional.” How about we tick off ‘defeat’ from all our options? And that is how we write our own destiny.

“My past has not defined me, destroyed me, deterred me, or defeated me; it has only strengthened me.” ― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience.

We also need to stop dwelling in our past. We must learn from our mistakes and move on.

Our past is what makes us what we are today, and what we will be tomorrow. There is no escaping that.

And finally, “Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.” ― John Steinbeck, The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights.

Life is already very complicated; a spider’s web. What is ours, is ours. Never in a million years will it be anyone else’s. Let us not complicate life further.

How do we know what is ours and what is not ours? Maybe that is the spelling of the enigma that we call ‘Life’.