Angels Uncatered For

If there is one place on earth that I try my best to evade on a routine basis, that should be a hospital. I have met several others who share this quirk with me, but in me, it gets transformed to a phobia. The only instance I feel better is on visiting new moms. The smell of disinfectant, the general sombre air, hallways that echoes eerie sounds of footsteps... ooh! I don’t know. I have always marveled at the mental orientation of medical students who study in an atmosphere like this. A best pal had once remarked that she finds the air extremely conducive to academic exertions. I doubt if my literature counterparts would agree. I guess not. It is true that doctors are usually meted out the honor and respect that their jobs deserve and in some cases, more. But I reckon there are few others who deserve some consideration as well. The last time I visited my grandfather in a private hospital, I saw the much familiar sight of nurses running around in the corridors, their arms loaded with trays of medicine and other knickknacks. I don’t know if I should be adding “their faces with a smile” phrase. Many people have remarked that that was a false cliche for many of them were actually bitter. I wonder how they would feel after wiping someone’s shit. Well, seriously! It is really easy for people to be criticizing but just imagine a day in their shoes? If at all some of them are bitter, I don’t think many of us deserve to complain. Well in my case, I certainly don’t. I listened to my grandmother sympathizing with them.” They don’t have a moment’s rest”. She said. After getting out of the building, I almost sighed with relief. Through an open door, I heard somebody yelling at a nurse. I... blinked. That's what many of us can do, after all. 

An Inception!

Why should I be starting a blog? Not being suffering from occasional outbursts of intellectual hysterics, a stranger to online figments of creativity, much more familiar with pen and paper, coupled with the relentless manner in which the Blog guys prevented me from having a username I like, count against the aspiring blogger in me. Well... Everyone seems to be talking about blogs these days (the talk had, I realize, begun ages ago and are in fact almost dying. I couldn’t have been sooner.:p )   and I’m here to have a look. That is, for the major part... But then there is the writing. As Alexander Pope had said (yeah, I hope it was him) we all think a lot but giving expression to the thoughts can be a herculean task. I hope I can talk, err... blog about all that clouds my mind. Book reviews, films, music, smells, sights, emotions, issues, everything. Will someone bother to stop by and take a look is the question. (Shakespearean style).  Well, we’ll see...