STOP BRMS!!!

stop BRMS!!!

Govt of India in consultation with MCI is planning to introduce a three years course in modern medicine by name BRMS ( Bachelor of Rural Medicine and Surgery ) of 3.5 years duration.For the record, this is a response to a PIL filed in Delhi High Court alleging that Govt of India and MCI have failed in providing health care to villagers .Under this proposal ,BRMS degree would be offered to graduates from medical schools to be established in district hospitals. The annual intake of students has been planned to be between 25 and 50.The admission will be based on merit in the plus two examination. Only students from notified rural areas who have taken science subjects will be eligible .They should have done the entire schooling in rural area
The BRMS graduates should practice only in notified rural areas and are not supposed to call themselves as doctors. They will not be allowed to do surgeries. They will be provided with registration in a separate register in MCI and State Medical Councils. The Government have planned to start 300 medical schools, most of them in 2010.The MCI workshop on 4th and 5th of February 2010 in New Delhi has endorsed the Government view point but has proposed to change the name of the course to BRHC(Bachelor of Rural Health Care).But all other inimical provisions including registration in the state medical council have been retained.The dangers inbuilt in creating two levels of cadres in medical profession and two levels of healthcare for citizens are self evident (www.stopbrms.com)

The policy of leaving rural population to contemplate with a half baked health care system signifies a u turn shift from socialatarian policy which entitled welfare activities to the state.Times have changed to accommodate an angle of thought which expects the masses to look beyond the government as a service provider.A neo liberal thought underlines the exclusiveness of the state and the masses in sustenance of welfare activities.The role of rural sector has been overlooked by the successive governments so much so that rural-urban divide has threatened even the very existence of our social structure.

'the politics of exclusion'
One can only sympathise with a state which looks down the rural population and leaves them with a second grade stethoscope service.The residence of a citizen is no criteria to deny his right to proper health care the constitution has guaranteed.The government by this policy has openly admitted its inability to address the problems of our rural health care.By embracing quake medicine, the state has raped the conscience of our rural junta that has got accustomed to the long queues at the PHC's.Consider an analogy in the education sector if the rural children are taught a lesser syllabus by less qualified teachers.

'a mockery of village students'
BRMS will be some kind of a mirage for a large part of students who would fall into such a under recognised course.These students will fall victims to promises of a life of a doctors esteem and elevation to a new social class.The criteria of admission has been limited only to the rural students on the argument of them staying more committed to the cause.By this,the govt has questioned the self esteem of rural students in assuming and categorising them into a better second grade student community.At the same time what is the disqualification of an urban student if he voluntarily wants to join a course which would easily lead him to rural medicine.

'the future of a BRMS graduate'
It seems to be seen how long the govt: will be able to hold on a educated community to working in rural areas in a politically conscious country like ours.It would not take much time for our judicial system to term it bonded labour and could easily go against the freedom of movement.Going by the 65000 seats projected for the course,votebank politics could give them an easy say in the decisions of health ministry may be more than MBBS doctors. No provisions have been set aside for future studies of such graduates and this could very well contribute to uniqueness of this course.At the end of the day the purpose would be least served and will lead to deliberate wastage of human resources.

'professional equations with MBBS doctors'
In a profession marred with competition and hierarchy,a whole new space of accommodation will have to be created so as to define the roles of BRMS with relation to the regular doctors.In a medical community which has seldom recognised even alternate systems of medicine,this new breed of doctors will always be looked down and will have to starve for recognition.This could be one potential field of conflict where no laws can change age old norms of medical practice.For example even a referral letter from a BRMS doctor would easily be looked down.In such a case a only a new order of work culture can save this profession which seems most unlikely.Leave alone even the nursing staff succumbing to this new order as they themselves undergo 4 years of medical training.

the brand of Indian doctors???
Already reeling under an impeded system of medical education least acceptable to the western world, Indian medical graduates mostly have to face humiliating recognition exams abroad.Add to this a new league of ill qualified medical personnel, the entire medical scenario of the country will be looked down.This will further weaken the efforts of the govt: in their attempts to gain recognition to our education sector.My repeated efforts on the web to find such a system of lesser doctors anywhere in the world has failed.All this in the long run will mar the image of Indian doctors who have proved themselves inspite of all obstacles listed above.

'embracing quackery'
The lancet lately dismissed homeopathy to the level of placebo medicines and ayurveda has come under the scan for the heavy metal ingredients in their medicines.Add to this the numerous fake doctors and quacks still ravishing freely in our country,this new breed of 'little knowledge' doctors will be 'dangerous' assets in legitimising practice of unscientific medicine.The very fact their jurisprudence has not been defined and even if defined will remain unclear for all practical purposes will predispose our health sector to disarray.In such a situation a natural acceptance will embrace their techniques until unfortunate incidents catch public eye.

The establishment of a health cadre can radically improve the administrative efficiency of the health system in the long run.Rather than being pushed into IAS jobs,civil service recruits with a medical background could be designated in the health sector.Put in however milder language,u just cant get doctors to work in rural areas on nominal packages.With the private sector offering sky bound offers as in any other profession only time bound hikes for rural doctors can hold them to work in rural sector.The current monetary allocation for rural health sector is a mere 1% GDP and will have to be raised to at least 3%.The rural infrastructure as often expected is in shambles and only concrete efforts can on this front offer any kind of solace.Another dilemma is the shortage of health care professionals willing to work in rural areas.I seriously don’t believe opening up of new medical colleges or sanctioning more of them in the pvt sector can in any way change a medical student would think.Social commitment on the part of student community can only come with a proper efforts to make them understand the ground realties and inspiration from the part of teachers.The compulsory rural service for new graduates is a welcome step in this regard .

Shame on a country which runs on a well drafted constitution promising its people a welfare state!
Let our conscience rise in revolt of this grave injustice.............

The village no God can claim creation

The village no God can claim creation

Pulincunnoo is a small village in Aleppey, a southern district in the state of Kerala all known for its lakes,paddy, boat races and basketball.My father tells me that our forefathers fled during Tippu sulthan's invasion of north Kerala and seven generations of my family have lived here since AD 1760.A typical Kuttandan village,it is yet another blessed prodigy of mother nature.Everything I find new there every other vacation sends a chill down my spine for what I miss in my life.The village is largely carved out of clay raised from the lake and the blasphemy goes on that this was not one village no God can claim creation.

My dad would rush to Pulincunnoo the first day he would be home for any vacation.I have always thought that it is the best way to tell me what he expects from me when he too is retired and all home. As a kid I loved crossing the bridge in a junkar.Junkars consisted of two or three large boats tied to each other and propelled by an engine and were used to ferry vehicles and people across lake.From there we would proceed in a smaller boat so that we could directly step into our ancestral home.

On the way I succumb to two of my dad's routine obsessions.Time again, he would show me the school he studied in and his fifth standard class at the corner.And then he would move on to a closed shop which once sold him a Oxford dictionary at school.This 1965 vintage delight is a rare piece in my library and was also used by all my dad's siblings and bears their sign and date as well.But then I too have learned to enjoy his nostalgic obsessions.Post that he would he would try teach me how I was related to all the homes on the lane.And the journey would continue aside green paddy fields,lakes smelling raw clay and occasional single log bridges which were once my nightmare.

My grandfather would definitely be waiting in the road outside the house.Each time my dad saw it,the joy would echo in his face and his eyes would translate the pride he held in his surname.He did agriculture and hardware business in his prime and was famous in the rummy circles of mid Travancore.Dad would have bought a bottle of my grandpa's favourite Ceasers whiskey and they would join in a boozing party .That rings up the famous achayanic drinking spree where you give company to your dad and his dad.The conversation would move on familiar lines with discussions ranging from people around to politics in Kuttanad.My grandpa would talk of all the land he lost to land reforms 30 years back and that too least moved.I have never seen anyone talking passionately of own loss.

Next on agenda is a sumptuous meal I would die for any day and my choice of a future bride for a next few days would be someone of my grandma's culinary skills and of course a few inches taller.My grandma is one hell lot of a good cook who makes great duck and karimeen, two big addictions of kuttanad and me.But then I hear ladies there can make only those two dishes. She is an English graduate from St:Theresas college, Cochin, an absolute rarity in those times and I can still recollect bits of the Shakespearean stories she told me as a kid.

On a parting note, both my grandparents would cry and hug my dad.Grandpa tells me his wish to see from heaven 6 alphabets after my name referring to medical UG and PG degrees I ought to attain.The junkar has given its way for a ambulance width one way bridge, another joke of Indian rural economics.The little paddy fields left are being levelled synonymous with Kuttananad's agricultural miseries.The boat races are like brothels for foreign tourists.Still it can strike a chord of loss in your heart.Crossing the lake back home, I realise my heart is happier and merrier in that little village.

I promise myself, I ll come back and make it my home at least when Im retired.
Till then I ruminate over the nirvaana of my last holiday.

Kerala's Catholic church v/s CPM feud- clash of the same wine in two bottles

Kerala's
Catholic church v/s CPM feud - clash of the same wine
in two bottles

The duel between the church and communists is not a struggle for existence as might be deemed by a theist-atheist class struggle. Its not Marx v/s Christ or th red flag v/s the cross or the Das kapital v/s the Bible.Its neither history repeating itself nor another chapter in the history.
But then it is no clash of ideologies.If it had been so it could have been perceived as a natural chapter in the log book of church-communist struggles that has happened all over the world in the past two centuries.
It infact is a clash of interests,not essentially based on ideology,but then the idea is to bring in idealism as perceived by each class.
And the contrasting fact is that idealism has the least connection to their professed ideology.

The entire idea of a church going communist or a communist believing in Jesus doesn’t quite exist because both classes have time again asserted the contradictory nature of their respective ideologies.The idea if put candid boils down to a thought that Jesus belongs to the right wing though other Gods are not essentially so. And in such a scenario, a left front-church adjunction is quite immiscible as oil and water.In a country where politico-religious equations have grown to be the ultimate death threat to democracy even after six decades of independance,their inequations are even more lethal.And that is the biggest paradox of the great Indian secularism.

If the current church-CPM standoff seems to be one of the biggest issues in the state,it just shows their cult among the people, the regard people hold for these institutions in their hearts and the desire of people to see them back in the right track.And that is definitely due to the way the clergy and communists changed the way people of Kerala live and think to become one of the most progressive societies in the the country.If our supremacy in the health and educational sector in India may be attributed to the church initiated missionary work,the land reforms initiated by communists is hailed as a model for the entire country.The two were instrumental in fighting the caste hierarchy here as in other parts of the country.

And in many other many fields,the two groups have revolutionised the way our society lives and it was only a matter of time before their interests clashed leaving us engulfed in a flurry of court cases,blame games and public displays of comrade and flock base.The politics and economics of higher education rattled by the entry of self financing institutions has now provided the perfect stage for another episode of the so called Marx's socialist-capitalist or the biblical theist-atheist struggle.The feud now threatens to metamorphose into the second liberation struggle,a church initiated idea after the successful 1957 church sponsored agitation against the move to nationalise church owned institutions by the then EMS govt.

In the last 200 years, the church and communists have been on a collision course around the world many a times.The influence of Pope and the Roman church in preventing the spread of communism beyond eastern Europe may be pointed out.The Russian orthodox church was reduced to a KGB agent by the Lenin-Stalin rule.The church came on a resurrection path only after the decline of Soviet union.With a largely autocratic and authoritative government in power,Chinese bishops and church have often been at the receiving end.

The affinity of Indian communists for their Chinese counterparts has been proved time again and the hierarchy of the catholic church in the state runs up to Rome.Even within their autonomous framework,many a eyebrow is raised about the influences from outside the country on the prominent institutions in the the state.The soft support of the communist party for China in the 1962 Indo-China war,one of the biggest blunders in their history branded them anti-nationalists for long. The educational policies of Catholic church was viewed with suspicion in the initial years.The two worked around the world with little improvisation with respect to local sentiments or traditions and yet managed to develop a cult among them.

And quite understandably,autocratic methods have sustained such modus operanti and opinion of the powerful has subjugated the say of majority.'The party' has an impeccable record of expelling leaders who have raised dissent against its policies.The expulsion of veteran leaders Gowry amma and MV Raghavan will continue to haunt the party for a long time.Left wing organisations have often followed suppressing intra party debates in the name of discipline.Reports of families boycotted under the wrath of the party or the church have run for quite some time.Recently,a case filed at high court pleaded against isolation by the vicarage on non payment of church dues.Women married outside the church are still expelled from the church as per the practice of maharon.The practice of burying people who revolted against the church outside the main cemetery in themmadi kuzhy (meaning rogue's pit) still runs to date.Revolts against church are often termed as revolt against God almighty and naturally qualifies as blasphemy.
What is common here is the way discipline has been 'defined' against any intra organisational debate,let alone democracy.


Recently,the ruling left government and the church coming face to face yet again on a seventh std textbook chapter 'jeevanillatha daivam' (God without life) with serious 'secular and atheist' tones shows how important the interpretation and understanding of their ideology are as important as the ideology itself.Catholic studies are an integral part in any church run school and imagine textbooks of such stature running simultaneously in such schools.The recent letter of bishop Powathil asking catholics to send their children only to church run schools was only a open declaration of the policies church has followed for generations. The church has consciously or otherwise followed a policy of ideological imprisonment in trying to create a flock base trained to believe in its policies without a second thought.And the institutions run by it, schools or colleges have served as the oven of such brainwashed generations. A debate with any student comrade leads me to lot of tailoured views lectured in party classes by the communist intelligensia.These party classes are unique features of communist parties all over the world.The similar thing here too is the absence of a class who cannot do any processing of such ideas.

Add to this media conglomerates run by them, an average Malyalee's starvation for neutral journalism is understood.In an attempt to become to become media barons,they have founded an alternate line of journalism which reports only what it is meant to and reports it the way it is supposed to.The party run Deshabhimani and the church run Deepika are morning jokes for any malayalee whose eyes and ears are open.Be it the sell out of Deepika's shares to Faris abubakker,a dubious businessman or Deshabhimani's acceptance of donations from Santiago martini, a foreign lottery king,the newspapers have done their bit for the controversy crazy malayalee psyche.The comrades compete with the priests in begging for more subscribers.Lets try forget all the issues raised with their TV channels, Kairali and Jeevan in quest of Godly kingdoms and Red empires.Even at the cost of negative balance sheets,running these media houses will remain as important as the existence of their ideologies.These media giants are only a small part of the corporate culture that has grown in them in the last few decades.The church run five star hospitals and self financing colleges and the party run amusement park and star hotel are just a few examples.

The open spat between Pinarayi Vijayan and VS Achuthanandan has threatened to spoil the base of the party in Kerala, otherwise a left bastion.The Thrissur and Changanacherry fractions of the church have been long locked in a ideological and theological deadlock.Not only has such sectionalism not developed into any intra organisational retrospection, but has only threatened to play havoc with the two biggest influences on Kerala's social life.

With the advent of such a bête noire culture and corporate capitalism,the two organisations are drifting away from the real issues threatening them.A dwindling believer base on account of Pentecostal invasion and fake evangelical movements have been overlooked on account of church's politico-economic emergencies.By trivialising the SNC Lavlin case against Pinarayi Vijayan, the communists are shedding their zero tolerance policy to corruption.The alliance with PDP, a Muslim communal party the party has eroded its secular face.

As in any organisation whose clout has grown beyond itself,the two organisations need to come back on a path of revival, retrospection and resurrection.This will be possible only with radical changes in their policies,intra organisational structure and modus operanti.Only if such a change is initiated at its heads,the two will stand the test of times as Kerala's biggest agents of social reformation.

The bahans,didis and ammas of Indian politics

The bahans,didis and ammas
of Indian politics........

PROLOGUE
During the run up to 2009 American presidential elections, Sara pahlin was in the news not just for her candidature. She was spilling ink for her hourglass curves, haute couture and a pregnant teen daughter.The Burlusconi government in Italy turns glamorous with former models assuming ministerial offices.Sarkozy has gifted the French a former nude model and a pope diva as their first lady.

Well,Im not proposing such a change out here,but somehow cant help appreciate the equation of the sexes there.And for sure, such a brand of politics would never work in a country like ours! The stereotypical brand of feminine politics set in our country puts our woman politicians totally out of sync with the aspirations of the new age Indian women.Politics too endorses the great Indian concept of womanhood where as said often, the individuality of the woman is never recognised.
The women politics in our country is all centred about three leaders in three poles of the country,Jayalalitha in the south,Mayawati in the north and Mamata banerjee in the east and they serve as excellent case studies of feminine politics here. All three spinsters strike a chord of similarity in their rise and falls, politics - its equations and inequations.

If you see the popular names by which our woman netas are addressed, the undertones that lie beneath them limits their identity in relation to a male.The Dalit protagonist in Mayawati is 'bahanji' , the Dravidian pride,Jayalalitha is 'amma' to the masses and the Nano butcher,Mamata banerjee is 'didi' to Bengalis.You can virtually catch any female relation in Indian politics except say a girlfriend or beyond! Often they played second fiddles to male patriarchs in their respective parties and so naturally filled its feminine lingos.The 'sisterhood and motherhood' offered by our netas seem to be the easiest way to connect to masses especially in a country where family relations stay herculean strong.

A record number of 59 women have made it to the parliament in the 2009 elections constituting almost 10% of the total strength.Out of that a whooping 36 are wives, daughters, nieces or even in-laws of our already established netas.The surname politics and dynasty rule has taken out its dirtiest leaves raping Indias political consciousness.This post 1990 syndrome reach its all time nadir with coronation of Rabri devi,a politically virgin illiterate housewife as the CM of Bihar by her husband Lalu prasad deseated on corruption charges.Male heirs have often fallen out with their patriarchs in the dirty game of politics leaving our netas to expect lesser resistance from the fair sex.What goes on without being said is that these women end up being political pawns and rubber stamps with the least chance to act on their conscience.Well, all bad things too can start at home.


One peculiar thing to note is the absence of proper intra party democracy or even a second string leadership in our women lead parties.How many of us can quote another leader from Mamata's Trinamool congress,Mayawati's BSP or even Jayalaitha's AIADMK?.Mamata shied away from demanding more ministerial berths at Delhi for her MP's obviously falling for the fear of a second power centre in the party .We see MLA's falling at ammas feet even before the press and being expelled from the party at her whims and fancies.The biggest example is reserved for the self proclaimed dalit saviour in Mayawati whose dictatorial clout is beginning to choke her own party quarters. Immediately after Indira gandhi's death in 1984,congress cadres felt an overwhelming absence of proper leadership,the reason of which too is no different.

No wonder, some of Indias most dictatorial governments have been lead by women.The grand old lady of politics,Indira gandhi still hauls the ghosts of her tyrannical regime which sponsored the only emergency period in the history of the country.But then,she has left a legacy even Nehru would not match and she continues to be the best PM we ever had who led the country to progress like never before on socio-capitalistic line.The last Jayalalitha government in Tamil Nadu was running the risk of setting records so much that it is now two terms out of power.Mayawati is now a national shame installing her own statues all over Lucknow in a disgustful attempt of self immortalisation and exhorbiting large amounts to her party fund through the beaurocracy.May be its de natural reaction of a sex so unsure of assuming power deprived to majority of their peers.

If issues created leaders then,the politics of today seems to believe in creating issues or else watering those of a miniscule nature.Dalit patronism, the USP of BSP is now in front of the mirror for an ambitious pan Indian implementation. Mamata banerjee is riding on the wave of her new found success against the communists,all thanks to her Singur anti Tata nano struggle .The Dravidian cause put forward by Jayalalitha has failed the test of times.Like half the men folk,they also play 'issue' based politics rather a 'cause and reason' based one.What difference should jantha expect of women leaders rather than playing sisters and moms to them?

Most of these women have grown in stature under the patronage of their mentors.Mayawati grew under the patronage of Kanshi ram (whom she later placed under house arrest).Jayalalitha was the baby girl of MGR, a legendary Tamil politician.The intra party politics in our country is still unconductive to rising women participation other than to fill up their woman wings.And whoever fights the system is shown the way out,Uma bharathi and BJP testifying the above fact.
Coming to my home state ,Kerala which boasts as India's most woman empowered state,the recent parliament election was the last nail on coffin of women politics.Congress offered Shanimol usman, the Mahila congress president at a sure to lose seat at Kasargode which she bravely refused.Sindhu joy, a promising left wing student leader contested in a similar situation at Ernakulam where at the end, she lost by 10000 votes which was as good as a battle won.This is quite understandable of a party which expelled Gowry amma in 1994, one of the finest woman politicians India has seen for reasons still undefined.How can one forget Kerala being deprived of its first woman CM in Susheela gopalan after the 1996 assembly elections.Such instances will continue to occur as long as our male chauvinistic culture is all lit up against any subjugation to the opposite sex.

The proposed 33% reservation for women in the parliament is hailed as the last saviour to put women representation on a path of resurrection.What can be purpose of putting up namesake women representation in a country still miles away from the concept of women in power?What is the surety that it too wouldn’t fail like all other models of reservation?Have not we learned from our experience that all netas irrespective of their sex are birds of same flock?Will reservation experimentation guarantee representation over all social classes?Wont our democracy seem artificial dancing to set scripts?Will the society at large gain from the new political class?

In a country where women still are considered impure during their menstrual period and the barbarous practice of sati is still reported, we will continue to see women playing second fiddle to men in shaping the destiny of our country as in other fields.Until that changes,we will be betraying ourselves in taking solace in a little known woman president setting the perfect stage to extra constitutional power in a women party chief.

EPILOGUE
Kanimozhi (Karunanidhi's daughter) fails in a futile attempt to get into the central ministry that too as a first time MP,Supriya salve (Sharad pawar's prodigy) is busy making inroads into Maharashtrian heartland and Agatha sangma (P A Sangma's baby girl ) enrols as India's youngest minister.And may be these three will serve as case studies in a article of similar stature 25 years time from now.

de grand malayalee reception wagon @ kerala's airports.....

de grand malayalee reception
wagon @ kerala's airports.....

Waiting here at the Cochin airport to recieve my dad for easter,im surrounded by a realm of adrenaline rushed crowd all ready to pound onto the airport barricades.Yeah, it is the malayalee reception wagon,an annual all family affair to recieve their loved ones.A sort of a pilgrimage or a holiday tour,negotiating it seems to the welcome drink for the foreign tourists squeezing their way into the 'Gods own country'.My 52 yr old dad is no exception to the suffering in the chaos and he seems to have mastered the art of exiting kerala's airports.My dad hugs and kisses me and i leave with intimidating thoughts in my mind.

In whole of my life i have rarely been to airports to recieve my dad.My dad never believed in this concept of wasting an entire day just to recieve or see off someone."If u can wait for 6 months,why not 6 more hours in travelling?"-the idea seems to have few takers.In a school with almost everyones dad working overseas,it was even an accepted norm to skip a day's class when your dad's leave is due.

If these reception wagons are a testimony to strong family relations in the eastern part of the world,they also stand for absense of a proper social mindset that couldnt invent itself with advancements as little as a international airport.Science can easily change the way you live,but not so easily change the way you think.In airports abroad, you see guests being received by chauffer driven cars leaving airports minimally crowded.That might be a long time ahead of us considering that a proper airport culture has not sinked into our psyches even after 60 yrs of independance.Indian passengers are rarely served liquour on board,thanks to our poor drinking culture neither do we enjoy free hand luggage clearance which is the normal norm elsewhere.That is well complimented by a hilariously unsocial reception crowd at the arrival . No wonder,indian airports seldom allow anyone other than passengers in their lounges .

A deserted arrival terminal is not what im trying to propose.What is needed is radical change in the way we treat airports as an all family destination.If we dont crowd our bus or railway stations, we dont need to crowd airports only on account of a greater magnitude of arrival.

Till then we ll see weekend markets less crowded than airports.

de royal motorcades of our ministers

de royal motorcades of our ministers...!

ON account of me residing at Trivandrum YMCA , secratariate- the power centre of my state is at an arms distance and i have been bestowed upon with the rare opportunity of shrugging my shoulders with the whoose who of kerala politics.Lately i seem to be identifying them with their convoys as the commuter in me seems hard hit by the gimmicks they poke at the public in the capital.The very sight of a state car with the flag on the bonnet and a red light on its top sends a chill down my spine .Their convoy meets me at each junction of the city, blocks my road the every other day,makes sure i wander all around the city and provide me 'moving' examples of utter wastage of the tax payers money.

Once i met this constable on duty with a minister who told me that most ministers have no idea on how to drive a car let alone its basic working.Nor do they seem to have backgrounds that accustomed them to the laps of luxury cars.Even die hard anti capitalists in the present communist govt: wander around in german and american made cars.Ambassodors were once the unchallenged carriers of keralas political heavyweights.But then those were the times that the mere concept of cars was identified with the elite.Our learders have changed faster than the times and it seems that even the general public have accepted seeing their leaders in Skodas and Toyotas.
Im sure you would have noted that however expensive the car is,the colour is inevitably a very modest white.At least the colour of the car symbolises virtues virtually absent in their actual lives.


Who cares if our ministers cant drive?Its for that they have smart young and energetic drivers all draped in white who can shame even F1 drivers with their speed and rally drivers with their traffic sense.In Trivandrum ,if you hear a rude, jarring, irrational and never ending horn from your rear,its only normal to conclude that a dutiful minister is hurrying to complete his 'democratic duties'.The evident arrogance the drivers present with evidently stems from the VIP status of their belowed passengers.
There is this old story of a donkey who believed that it is him the people respect when he carries his master.Considering the rashness that these drivers have inculcated into their steering wheels,its time to conclude donkeys have finally beat someone on brains.

In sync with the now famous dual face character of our politicians,the new age mantra of image building seems to be one of limiting all luxuries to the time spent at the capital so as to prepare for a head to foot makeover of modesty while at home constituencies.Why not use a D segment car while in Trivandrum,as long as an ambassodor epitomising rock bottom simplicity accompanies you in front of people destined to run you another term in the assembly???
Railways seem to be the best way to return to home especially after a sensational part of ones political career be it after assuming or resigning say a ministers office or be it after making or breaking yet another party.What better publicity than assembling thousands of supporters at a space supposed to be used for public conveyance and holding scores of passengers virtually hostaged?


An average estimate of policemen accompanying ministerial level programmes are estimated at around 12-15.The no: seems to increase the every other day a new policy is done as for sure a protest is in the waiting.The motorcades are blocked and blackflagged many a time in one of the most politically conscious states in the country where eneryone holds an opinion on everything.
This may be the one of the rare occasions when our politicians who order hartals and bandhs for each and every shit happening gets a taste of their own medicine.Let the motorcades function at least as to register public anger.


If der was any reason i want to be a minister, it is for the free will at which you can flex,break and bypass all those traffic rules.Imagine if you would never be stopped at a signal,all roads would remain open in any direction, the policemen at each junction salutes you and you can park anywhere on earth,what more would you need for ultimate salvation?
Inspite of all the hassles made,one cant forget the PM's convoy losing its way in Trivandrum in a 2008 visit then ascribed to be a fault of the driver of the pilot vehicle and was considered a major security breach.

if only, our ministers were as unstoppable as der motorcades....!

when flooded by expecting moms and der gravid uteruses!!!

(this is just a random write up i did a year ago.don feel like editing it at all)

when flooded by expecting moms
& der gravid uteruses!!!


I m all opposed to use of patients in all the pregnancy related complications because getting pregnant is never a disease.The basic difference you feel here would be the joy in suffering very visible in the faces here quite unseen in other clinical wards.Even a visitor here in the ward comes with smiles unlike elsewhere.

Obs wards are one place that redefine to you all the pains borne by our moms to actually catch our first giggle.

A ceaserian theatre is crowded outside by anxious husbands (all ready to pound upon us with questions)who quite evidently are more concerned about the sex of the kid may more dan de safety of the mother.
The man in me accepts,we really have little role here.

The joy of de mother at the 1st sight of her kid is the most touching sight i will carry for a long long time.I could see her hand reaching for the baby and heart pounding for the 1st touch.We had talked in ward with the lady the day before .And for one moment ,i could each one of my unitmates all in silent smiles as if rejoicing with the new mother.

The mother and child hospital in our campus was built by the royal family of Travancore and is named after sri avittom thirunal,a prince who died at a young age.Thers a huge statue of a breastfeeding mother before the hospital which poses imposing thoughts in me whenever im passing in front of it.The ramp between the wards and OP is known among the medicos of our college as umblical cord .Post that i walk into a whole new world where you would not normally find a man.If you are as careless as me in walking in crowded wards ,you are always in that extra danger of knocking down a wombed lady and her baby.Wards smell dat now accustomed smell of compounds,human and otherwise.

None of the women admitted in our wards might be praying for a fair child or stagnate over a ceasarian mark on their belly.On the contary,they contemplate over escalating medical bills,maternity leaves at work and lonely husbands.And the biggest worry would be the sex of the kid even in the state that boasts of countrys best sex ratio.I see 1st time to be moms seeking advice from 7 time veterans.In a ward packed to double its capacity,the biggest luxury is a bed of own.There are no divides on basis of caste,colour,money or edn status,the common emotion shared is the elevation of womenhood by grace of their impending motherhood.

Male gynos have little scope in kerala with whom malayalee women do not feel dat extra comfort.Obs for most medicoz is ultimte boredom and the dept is seen as a must only for my female classmates.The buzz is that only girl students have tough times during a viva and boys pass through much easier .yup,the women suffer more under female dictators.

OG posting is a total disconnection with all the notions held in me about maternity by virtue of my manhood .The expectation,the prayers,the anticipation,the pain ,the first cry are all emotional depicments of an expecting womb unperceivable to the opposite sex. A women is a mom from the moment she starts expecting while a man becomes a father only at the sight of his kid.No wonder,the same topic is the biggest point raised by feminists in any debate on the battle of sexes.The whole range of questions im supposed to ponder upon ranging from sexual intercourse,contraceptives,abortions and periods (especially so when it has to be translated into the local dialect)all can be nerve wracking because of the basic discomfort parties on both sides of the conversation are drawn into.It can be even more ruthless when you see the ease with which your female classmates carry on the above stated ordeal.And that disappears the moment i push myself into the conversation out of my desperation to catch a tip or two.

At one point of time you feel so alien and handicapped at the place everyone else has bosoms and big bellies.its an all unaccustomable situation when all your patients ,professors,pg students ,nurses ,attenders and obviously the patients all belong to the opposite sex.Working in an obs dept has serious feminising effect on the male docs(very few) and a disconnection with male mannerisms is quite visible in them.Its all estrogen in the air and a " i don belong 2 here" feeling would be the first of a seies that would engulf you whenever you are in the ward.

with that feeling i continue my journey in the only dept without a male ward.
watch this space for more.

The fading human face of the church in wake of its new corporate awatar

The fading human face of the church in wake of its new corporate awatar
(part-1)
Through this article,im not trying to say that church is the biggest evil or that any other community is too good.i take the liberty to criticise the church because i too am a member of the church and would love to see it back in right track.

The essential aspect of any article appearing neutral and comprehensive is certainly the bilateral approach to the topic.But inspite of my generous approach ,i vehemently oppose any positive discussion on the church i too am baptised with.A dichotomous approach has been burnt off the agenda by the resilence burning inside my senses.I will be unilateral and authoritative on my views very much synonymous with the nature of the institution im dealing with.There are no two sides to this coin.The dark side has absorbed whatever lustre left with the bright side so much that i virtually fail to see any positives with the church.

church wants more kids and voters!!!

The essential trigger which makes me spill ink today is the latest KCBC directive on the number of kids in a catholic family.The directive of the church (read as christ as per KCBC)is to promote more children in affordable families.life is a gift of god and no efforts to denourish it must be promoted.The church would pour out benefits on de 2nd kid and more on de 3rd kid.The educational and healthcare expenses would be subsidised.all these because the latest census shows a dwindled 19% christian population from the earlier 19.5%.
That was the last nail on the coffin of my pro-church thoughts.If it means ,the bishops decide how many times to get your wife pregnant,what more can the word 'undue interference' mean? The anti birth control dogma propagated by the church has defied scientific logic and only time can predict the dire consequences of this illogical policy to church and society as as whole.Nothing more derrogatory may be expected of de followers of the medievial roman clergy who punished Galileo for his 'earth moves sun ' theory.
The church wants to drag me back to the times of my grandparents when 6-10 kids were no rarity.Endorsement of a more kids policy in the 21st century is a direct call to jeopardise the birth control measures of the govenment and a testimony to their ignorance inspite of being the runners of most centres of higher education for decades.
Or is the question on the relative scale which means are muslim and hindu women carrying more than our women? Or else are the christians showing an increased enthusiasm to the birth control methods? Or is it that the increased educational status of christians proving to be a bane in disguise?
The lamentable part is that the church has has started looking at its mass in pure terms of numbers or even voters.The quality of life among christians,arguably the best in the state much to the work of the church right from the early century should no longer be a concern.If the strongest community is that with the most numbers ,the church should open its eyes only to find no examples.
The audacity with which this directive has been issued should be read in side on terms with the current political scenario in the state.For the first time since the 1957 liberation struggle, the communists and the clergy are headed face to face,the church more openly understandably.The endorsement of the new policy ws preceeded by detailed in church surveys where the actual questionaire would buttress the thoughts expressed earlier.It was designed in such a way that the number of eligible voters in next assembly elections could be tallied.There have been reports of the clergy insisting on each one of folk excercising their electoral rights.A church initaited merger of the various warring factions of the kerala congress( the prominent pro christian party in the state) is on the cards and such an action is clearly in favour of the new school of thought which presses on for an enhanced political clout.

the fourth estate and the church

The church was the pioneer in the field of press being the founders of the oldest newspaper in the state,deepika.for decades the newspaper degraded the art of journalism and the church reduced its mouthpiece to a communal newspaper .The newspaper is said to be suffering from heavy losses which prompted it to accept donations from faris abubakkar literally transferring major shares to him.The priests have to still beg and compell its folk to subcribe to deepika.
The much fantasised entry of the church into visual media with the launch of jeevan tv is no longer talked about.The channel is said to have swapped hands between a no of buissines houses including the joy alukkas group.I can still recall the church circular i heard in my 8th std asking my parents to buy shares in the new venture.we need an answer ,fathers!!!

the professional college fiasco.

With the antony govts policy of allowing pvt proff colleges ,the communal organisations went on a rampage to claim their share only to see the birth of greatest riddle the state has seen for a decade.The church ,arguably the strongest and easily the richest claimed the maximum share with a pro christian govt at power.

Being a medico i directly know what happens in the four medical colleges run by the church and i can only sympathise with my fellow medicos in the church run medschools.The capitation fees ranges from 25-35 lakhs which can peak to even double the above amount in the last few days of admission.Bookings start as early as 8 months to the admission date and most seats are bagged by rich NRI parents and desi buissiness men whoose kids can be a disgrace to the profession they fell in willingly or otherwise.Mostly dummy exams are conducted in the name of admission tests and the question papers reach the students well in advance.This year ,the church has announced 15% seats for economically poor which will never materialise by my wildest dreams.pushpa giri medical college gives no receipt for the illegal fees collected.
Fr: Francis Alappat who runs jubilee mission medical college insists on a Rs:5 lakh advance to the seat which he would not reimburse if the admission is forfeited later.He is one of the brains who has built the premier church run hospital in the state into a medical college where godliness is just limited to pictures and statues of jesus.All kids of the family running the kolenchery medical college are now enrolled their as students and i bet they will never fail an exam there if they dont attend it.Amala medical college is run by CMI community who can be termed the most immoral clergy clan in the state and naturally the richest with assets running into crores.Pushpagiri medical college boasts of the worst group of medicos who pass percentages make university wonder for itself.50% students who are admitted on merit are not supported in any way in jubilee medical mision even if it means they cant continue the course on financial grounds.The managements never allow any sort of student unions inside campus which leaves the merit student left with only themselves to speak for.There have been accusations of managements students scoring more internal marks compared to the merit students.This is in addition to all other disadvantages suffered by pvt colleges and church too can claim credit in bringing out a new class of docs with no commitment to society.

The claim of all community leaders in establishing higher education centres is their so called ardent interest in providing quality education to their folks and making sure that their community does lag behind in professional fields.Both these arguements may be refuted when one comes to know that there is no absolute reservation for christians in the church run medschools and the only criteria there is a rich dad with a loaded wallet.The christian community has one of largest pecentage of doctors in the state and are self sufficient in producing more of them with no actual help from the dioceses.
Engineering students are luckier as med schools have attracted all the clergy greed.

'brides of jesus'

As a kid ,i was always asked to pump out an extra ounce of respect to the clergy,a class you cannot ignore in the catholic mecca i grew up.But then i new the fathers or the male clergy were the bigger thing.A sister would never prefix her name with a reverent tag.She never holds important positions in the church and could not even celebrate a sunday mass.Priests can continue to attend the functions at their homes and keep in touch with their family while its all prohibited for nuns.All stratergic decisions are solely made by the male clergy,leaving one to wonder what the role of nuns are than being their own beast of burden.A priest's ordination was always a bigger function.Even on the part of the family,renouncing a son for the church was a bigger sacrifice than a daughter.They work in the most toughest of circumstances running palliative homes and i have seen them even in pig husbandry.They have been reduced to clerical posts and apprentices in church run institutions which is as dismandling as the fact that little resistance have come from the women clergy itself.Even the fact that the system of nunhood was being compared to the ancient devdasi system by a section of media has failed to convert to any sort of debate in the church in defence or offence of the topic.

The male chauvanism in the church is a part of the renaissance traditions in Europe bestowed upon us by the papal hierarchy.if the sex of the God is male,it is no conjunction to the 2nd grade nuns now enjoy in the church.Xtians as a community might have been the most progressive as far as women empowerment is considered, may be a century ago.If our progress was 'x' den,we are stagnated der evading a 'y' whereas 'z' should have been reached long ago.Even de term 'bride of jesus' is gross understatement of der position and contradictory considering the church raised call 4 celibacy of jesus.'nun'hood as of nw is 'none'hood.
(to b CONTD...........)

when de dead delights de living

'when de dead delights de living'

prologue
'let laughter cease
let conversation flee
this is where the dead suffers to delight the living'
Theese are the words adourning the walls of the dissection hall of my medschool which houses both virgin medicos and menopaused cadavers alike.


For past so many days,i have been comptemplating with myself on the question of identity of the people i meet everyday,living and dead,or else half living and half dead.
A cadaver(a dead corpse put up for dissection studies) neither seems to fit into any of the above categories nor qualifies to carve a category of its own.
The imbroglio i have engulfed myself seems to drive me inquisitively insane so much that i no longer feel amalgamated to where i belong.
A lot more dead,a bit less killed and never ever buried,its(his) identity was shunting my brain to hallucinable levels of herculean magnitude.
The facade of identity is pandemoniously swappy as each man is a prisoner of dreams of others and rarely his.And defining one for the dead is all the more crazier.

Any astrologer would have overlooked many a mile on predicting the poor soul's future and people who speak on life after death will be dumb on what a cadavers fate is at the hands of God and doors of heaven............
Which heaven??? Whoose God???
Ram,Christ or Allah!!!!!!!
The case of a soul whoose ashes never polluted Ganges,never raised sandal smoke or wasted a 6 ft cemetry space may not interest many a God.
When answer to life after may tactically run off without an answer ,the question of rebirth is certainly out of the portfolio.
If given a chance,the man in his all conscious mind would never charter him a human life, i presume.

The lost identity of the dead man is no ones fault.If the news of your death or no news of your life does not interest the blood you leave behind,your identity is naturally at stake and even you might end up as a cadaver.
An unclaimed corpse after being deserted in the mortuary for the stipulated time is set aside for the medicos after the legal procedures and the formalin treatment assures that the corpse 'lives' for next one year.And this formalin treatment is the sole reason this unclaimed unburied corpse can claim any identity if so ever.
For me ,the difference between life and death is all about identity.
With soul and mind not counting, it is his body which still makes me believe he still commands life.It virtually lives with us all through the 1st year of our course.

My job is to kill him after he is dead and build my brain at the cost of the murder.It is arguable if i really feed my brain of any worthwhile anatomy lessons with this one year ordeal.
I see him being stripped of his limbs,heart,lungs and brain virtually pacing up the loss of his identity.
Each cunningham volume (the dissection manual) gobbles up one-third of de palate of little identity left with the man that too maintained by aged muscles and ruptured bones fastly giving way to the greedy scalpel.
The cherry on the top of the sadism is claimed by the callous act of castration of his manhood well preceeded by sexist comments of the gifted gabs.

A typical indian medico starts his dissection work from day 1 itself and virtually lives with it for the first one year.And any medical professional can trace back his days at the dissection table.
The ultimate friendships and the intense sagas of friendships start here.If it means that a dead man is the cause of a flock of medicos finding their best friends and first fiance,that is quite musing.
The ultimate identity a cadaver can claim and nurture is as a talisman who suffers to alleviate the suffereings of the human race he too was once apart of.

The most despondent fact is the way that this identity has trivialised by many of us who can never appreciate the life that lived in the man lying in front of us.
A monument need not be erected nor a ballad be composed to appreciate this service.
Only if we could rediscover that he too once lived just like you or me does now,we would be doing much more in redefining his undefined identity.

epilogue
Nawab rajendran ,one of prominent social voices of the last decade after his death had donated his eyes and his body to Trivandrum medical college for the study of medicos.A protest has now erupted against the authorities who then buried his body without actually using it for dissection studies.
A corpse with news value and glorified identity is not always the first choice.In a medical college where hundreds die unclaimed ever year,a voluntary donor is not always coveted.After all, we need just 10 an academic year for our scalpels.

00:45July 27,2008
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my bro 2 iz a medico nw @ calicut medical college n he ll start his cadaver work a week 4m nw. BOL! lil bro!!

glimpses of my lyf n thots

'glimpses of my lyf n thots'

Im nw posted in de ophthalmology dept which means i c many a face who cant c me.Der iz an increased uncertainity in de patients as a blind life is as better as dead and a basic assurance if given at de beginning does haf de job ,my prof tells me.2day i ws moven @ heart by a 6 month or so baby who ws still 2 respond 2 any visual stimuli.De young mother and de grandmother looked heart broken.In dis case wer de basic assesment of vision itself is difficult,treatment is a stellar process.Imagine never having seen ur mom,home or kids.can God b more sadistic?

Me along with friends r nw in de duty of running our hostel mess.I learnt quite a few things i would hv neva learnt in my normal course.For de 1st time in my life soaring prices brought me heart breakes.And i new de cost of a kilo of rice and a litre of oil.I new de ingredients of sambhar i had 4 last 2 decades.I understood hw tuff a task cooking was.Now i no a tasty dish is an art and my mom is a silent artist.and budgetting food bills was complex economics.I learnt 2 taste dishes n give opinions.I decided 2 tax my mom less wen @ home n decided 2 abstain 4m bad opinions on food she cooked. I decided 2 go behind de curtain 2 c her cooking n appreciate her work.i ll learn 2 cook some day.insha allah!

2day i had chilly porotta 4m a local hotel.i usually have this cheap n out of de menu dish which takes me back 2 my schhol days.it makes me so nostalgic dat i feel like running back 2 my school days.De weekend chilly porotta @ changanacherry aaryaas was with dat i had some of de best moments in life.And i feel its much more an experience dan a pizza hut or a CCD outing.We grew so close wid de hotel dat de dey used 2 reserve a seat 4 us every weekend.Even nw i hate dis fast food sotta outings coz i feel so disconnected wid my fellow diners tho i can easily act as dey do.Yeah, im so old fashioned tho neva artificial.

i have been closely following a PG mam in our college net cafe who is on matrimonial sites deciding her new second name.She was obviously reading all the responses to her matri ads and was constantly switching windows.I meet her so often which means she has tuff demands or an undecisisve nature. And she was blushing on a few guys while others received frowns.Lady docs have almost no choice than marrying a doc.Some of her classmate guys would come and pass a few comments as if why should she search when we are right here.she is defenitely on a hard job and i wish her all de best wid her ordeal.BOL!

IT professionals have swarmed in nos so much dat de city bears a new age cosmo look.Inspite of de big bucks dey make, i hv always believed dey live demselves into a stereotypical mould of people who work uncreatively and monotonously gaining little love 4 der life.De etiquete dey carry along is so substandard of der income n age group.I had a personel exp in de hotel near by wer dey wer chatting n celebrating as if dey wer on a pvt dining table much 2 de dismay of de fellow diners.Dey invited so many frowns dat dey wer a disgrace 2 de degrees dey carry.shame on u!!!!

23:55 august 01,2008
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'de wisest men follow der own directions'
is it true de other way around???

5 reasons 2 yawn @ Innathe Chinthavishayam

(review of the malayam movie IC)

1)The director has evidently scripted the movie on the lines of his earlier and remarkable work of rasathanthram.
The left over ink from the earlier movie reduces IC to nothing more than a near xeroxed copy of rasathanthram.
Well,a plaguearist may steal even his own work.
Both the films run on the same cast n crew which defenitely adds 2 the rasathanthram- 2 feel.

2) The script sux in the sense you feel you are glued n stuck onto some philosophy lecture by an old hog.
The dialogues have been penned in an utterly disgusting formal language that makes you wonder if anyone ever spoke his mothertongue in this fashion.
The attempt to pass a few morals to the audience is applaudable,but then we dont go to theatres for a lesson of moral science.

3)The attempt to potray 3 different families and their divorce sagas puts IC on a 3 movie course.
The story of 3 close frens ,all divorced @ the same time makes you feel sorry for the director who has tried an improbable story.
Meera's independant story in 2nd half makes you wonder what purpose it served other than a village trip to the crew n a desperate attempt to make a 3 hr movie.
That quite makes it de salaam-e-ishq of malayalam

4)The director has succumbed to some sort of stereo typical urge to potray all the blame on the 3 men who are on the verge of divorce for reasons ranging from possesiveness,extra marital relation to career restrictions on the spouse.
It makes you wonder if all ladies were perfect n the only good man ever was Mohanlal.

5)Though de booby butty Mohanlal has got used to our eyes,Meera the heroine has disappointed with an utterly unfit appearance.
Wonder why SRK n Bipz live on long workout hrs n steroid diets.

Both the music director,Illayaraja n film director ,Sathyan anthikad has competed in making the music not worth hearing or watching.

Defenitely,i did not love the movie.
'u can never love anything you try judge'
but then i should confess i did nt hate it either.

If movies were to be all thought provoking and not just to enjoy,IC could be a good movie.

It certainly leaves a thought for your senses to ponder on.At times a bit too much!

de ultimate suicide

suicide ultimatum.........
18 year old with 90% burns adorning her body, bringing an inapt yet subtle kerosenic aroma into the 11th hr casualty can be a gory scene even sans any worthwhile description.

Yet another sound sadistic suicide attempt failing to provide the final bang and solace to yet another bewildered soul.The ferrari had blown off in the final lap.

She is half dead if not more, all conscious if not less
muttering words of agony blaming her ill fate which would not even allow her complete a successful suicide.

Me, the junior most member of the unit expects the entire unit to pull up the socks and save the burning soul and body.Noone really seems to do anything except for a bit of exchange of words.
The unit was reeling on a glacial pace.I move up to my favourite house surgeon and ask him.He gives me that characteristic smile i too give my juniors.
"since even a 50% burn case doesnt stand any chance of survival,......i think you have got your ans.We have nothing much to do"
All that the unit could do was to prolong her death which might be very contarary to the popular motto " we heal"

I run out of the casualty fearing an overdose hallucination only to find the victims mother doing the perfect female byestanders act raising an aura of mourning.None of the people can find any reason for their daughters toughest decision of life which faintly points onto
a romantic humiliation.

My chief runs into the scene and explains to her uncle
"get the news to her near and dear"
Though the english translation fails to convey the mood and style,i guess its still audible to my readers.
The medico in me learns to concieve the ultimate message
" Get set for the funeral,there is nothing more we can do".

The only job for the attender was to apply some sort of cream on her body.Burns drain down the fluid level in the body creating shocks which wont end up with nothing less than death.The casualty which had seen innumerable deaths for past half a century geared up for its latest victim.The forensic dept had to be alerted and the death certificate had to be searched on.

I was back in the hostel and got onto the bed with a no: of thoughts all murdering my senses.
The young girl was stained chacoal black and the body had taken a complete fire shave.The words uttered were beyond recognition and that was a bit different from the familiar sounds the trauma unit knew.
But then you can communicate even sans vocals.
She was crying all in despair " let me die in peace"
Peace can mean a hell lot different from the way u knew it.

Next day i woke up late and my lady of the night is in the newspaper all in smiles.I could not get the face though the name kept echoeing into my ears.
but was the girl in the picture the one i saw???
oh no, i missed it.
This pic was taken when she was passionately carrying on her romantic career and not on the post mortem table.
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"suspected 2 b HIV+"

"Suspected 2 b HIV+"
De long wait @ physio dept: corridor ws disgusting n de laborious work of begging de teachers 2 sign de most untidy n incomplete of ur records is quite an art in itself.Waiting 4 something interesting 2 turn up,i could see a lady (dats a misonomer ,u ll find out as u read,if only respected women r 2 b called ladies)walking all alone 2 me.

De attire ws street cheap,de flashy red would turn u colourblind n u had run off 2 find other reasons 2 keep ur stare running.De sari ws worn carelessly enough dat its purpose ws minimal.De seemingly deliberate skinny revealations added 2 de momentary vulgarity,tho she din realise dat.De smile ws seemingly artificial,yet luring and de jewellary had run out of fashion long ago.De overdose lipstick sucked and de flowers on hair showed off.Even sans de walk,curls,curves n figure,she did manage 2 draw de eyeballs on de verandah nw dubbed her ramp.And before i could collect more details 4 u,she came near me n kept de smile running.

"Wers de jyothis centre." I couldnt make out de fucking tvm slang.I asked her 4 de slip in her hand.She ws supposed 2 b sent 2 jyothis ,de counselling centre in de college.
And @ end of slip ,de result read "Suspected to be HIV+".

Rather dan being sad 4 her ,i ws busy confirming de image i built of her in de short span of time.
She sumptuously offered me another smile n ws on her way.Wat ws she??? De guess of de porno monger in u n me iz rite.Not a call gal,if my notion dat call gals hv model like curls n wore bollywood still holds.And she din seem wicked enough 2 b de cruel brothel runner wid dos macho bodyguards aside,if de movie stereotypes r 2 b believed.Yeah i had 2 settle 4 a less sinful n more vibrant term,prostitute.But ryan ,hw can u b so prejudiced???,i asked de good samariat in me.

But i ws sure my guess ws all rite coz u can never ever ask a woman if shees a prostitute n morover, i always wanted her 2 b a prostitute.Or else ws de thrill of having talked 2 a prostitute all digging into me???
On my way 2 canteen,i just new one thing" de smile still haunts me ".i tried 2 plug in some music into my ears n i new i ws not listening.

But y did she smile?????????
"Ws dat her marketing tool 2 drive in de prospective customers?"
"Does she find de people in our college all de more interersting?"
"Were many medicos already in de list of her loyal clients?"
"O ws it her natural reaction 2 de opp: sex?"
"Or ws dat her ultimate fuck me tag?"
And i stopped hating girls who wore tshirts written "pls c my face also".

But den hw can she smile???????
Is she still not told she is gonna die soon???
May b dat job iz left fresh 4 de counsellor.
Or did she always wanted 2 die???
May b she thot death is a better option.
Or ws she de courageous lady hu din worry???
May b she doesnt leave anyone 2 worry 4.
.As dey say"it takes nothing 2 smile,so y not".

De path 2 canteen is over and de food n frens r beckoning me n i ws back 2 my senses.
De Akon music in my ears ws,
"nobody wanna c us 2gether,buddy no matter,no".
I refer 2 de smile n me if u thot something else.
Music 2 has reached its sarcastic levels.

Well,i had enough reasons 2 make my blog running.As my lazy lunch reached its end,i saw myself rushing 2 mythri park so as 2 catch de perfect climax 2 my story.Nothing happened n nobody turned up. I took de disappointing walk 2 de anatomy lecture hall.

Soon i ws in de evening bus 2 de hostel n as it reached de medical college jn:,n just wen i ws about 2 4get de entire incident,i happened 2 catch a faint glimpse of de lady hoos counselling session ws obviously over,but clear enough 2 figure out de 2 things i wanted 2 no.
"De smile ws still running
and she ws still all alone"

rjV PROCLIMED
2008 JAN 6, 00:20
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dos wer de best days of my lyf

'dos wer de best days of my life'
(the following is an article co-written 4 fragrance 2008,gsps school mag by ninoy and me.its open 4 discussion of all 2005 gsps alumni.through this humble attempt ,we have tried 2 recreate de magic of dos gone by days.we expect ur feedback)
-a GSPS 2003 10B MEMOIR
NINOY JOB KANNAMPALLY
RYAN JOB VACHAPARAMPIL

January 16 2002 . Nah . Not the day Mick Jaggerson was knighted. Not even the day Sachin hit a century . But even so that date is etched down on Ryan's desk in bright colours.Silly though it might seem, that day saw a bunch of kids jump from a frying pan into the fire, with bright chalk marks proclaiming the start of the "once in a life time " 10 th standard.

Suddenly the world changed. You are not expected to watch a movie.You are suddenly deemed unfit to carry out long phone chats. Evening games at Mathew's home is suddenly out of the question.You get up one fine morning to find out that the whole world as you know it, teachers and parents , expect some thing great. And funny as it may seem, you suddenly start feeling as if in some way, your pride is at stake.

Times have changed. We know that . We have professors now who threaten to fail half the class on the very first day. We have people teaching us, who just dont care , just dont give a damn. Cruising through all this, there comes times, when we get so pissed that we sit back and think of all those lovely lovely days of our high school.

We have multitudes of text books proclaiming away that the school is a "home away from home ". Well that's a dream .And in fact ,we lived in it. As Bryan Adams sang , THOSE were the best days of my life.

The March of 2008 will see us completing 5 years of our passing out from the White concrete doors of Good Shepherd School . And we feel there's no better time than this to recollect and cherish all that was beautiful, all that was lovely about our tenth standard year .We are not attempting to come up with some Reuterish article with this. All we hope is a small tribute for all the love and affetcion of our teachers and to the awesome group we were. You see we are the first ever batch to have been at Good Shepherd right from Montessori on to the 12th.Desperate as it may seem , this is our last effort to recapture the magic that our tenth was.

Our days started when we landed at the foot of the Good Shepherd Mount at 8:30 morning, in our very beloved Maria Travels ( they are bankrupt now ) and then follow the girls to class. The classes began with a prayer led by a different person each day (each of us had our separate versions to the standardized Mariamma Miss one). After an hour of class we used to line up for assembly , in the 'balcony' of the first floor , close to the erstwhile ' Chairman's office'. On any given day you could find the girls and boys fighting for the shade with the boys being the champs that they are and submitting to the girls.Regular bets were placed on who would be caught by Rosily Miss for having an "untucked" shirt or a "loose " tie. We also had ‘thought for the days’ which we never thought about and news ( or the "top stories of the day ") which had the memory retention time of a amnesiac bee. The grandeur with which Alias Sir conducted the assembly is still fresh in our memory.The choir was pretty interesting. And I am not speaking about the music.


We had this splendid class with three columns of benches. In the middle one the girls and boys used to come together and that was where every one wanted to be.(They looked kinda good then , and we feel so even in these metro sexual avatars) The teachers had this time tested way of telling our class, (the B division ) ,that A division was made of Gods Incarnate and in A that B rocked.
( well we did ). We used to have these community lunches where every one used to have every one else's curries so much that Renoy's mom had to call up Joby to ask how her curry was. ( Special reference to reddy's curries. May his soul rest in peace). PT periods witnessed the worst possible gaming concepts, where we put together rugby and wrestling and called it basket ball.
Library was pretty good, with us graduating from Nancy Drew to the true wonders of Sydney Sheldon.The times spend at the library was instrumental in creating the good shepherdians who could think for themselves.

A word on our classmates with whom we shared many a dream,spent the best times of our life with,raised dust on playgrounds ,spilled chemicals in labs and worked together on passions n ambitions.The ecstacy of all times,Richard,the advocate of colloquial english,Jacob,the all time addict of our library,Ajith,the singing duo of Geethu n Chinnu,the ambitious bodybuilder,Renoy,the self appointed monitor of the class,nimmy,the girl sans vocals,arya,the tomraider girl ,Grace,the girl who could run faster than boys,Resmy,the ever absent Joby,the genius of all times and the mascot of our batch,Ninoy all made up this batch of tenth that passed out in the summer of 2003

We were reminded that the class was over with our one and only Shaji Annan coming around and asking each of us " Dude, Where's my water bottle?" .Someone would have hidden his water bottle just when we were about to leave. With the ' fast and furious gsps choir version of the of national anthem' later ,we were out and the epic trips to Thengana began . That was the time when the most marvelous discussions on the life and times of a teenager happened, particularly inside the bakeries , where unpaid bills still wait for us ( ya they shut down ) . This would climax with the wait for a bus at the now obselete Thengana panchayath well which became our un official waiting shed.The opening day of our 10th class,the handing out of hall tickets,the farewell day,the results day and our graduation day all remain fresh in our memories.

Our teachers were our biggest assets.Even recollecting those ladies reminds us how lucky we were.We boast of teachers who kneel down and pray for us in the chapel while we are busy in board exam halls.
Let us script a few words on de greatest teachers we ever had in our lives.

Rosily Miss. Words fail... We dont think that we need to go on a praising spree to describe how great a teacher she is .The way she conects with her students is immaculate.A perfect testimony to the capacity of a lady to influence and mould the lives of hundreds of students, she practically is the reason why a bunch of kids like us started to stand on our feet and think for ourself. Whatever we turn out to be in our lives , Rosily Miss definitely had a great part to play . As they say in the Rosily Miss fans community in orkut, she is THE TEACHER.

Mariamma miss was the most hardworking teacher we ever had.And she expected the same from us. "Read NCERT. Refer ABC. And try to score maximum marks in every subject " , she would say. Very pious , she began the the tradition of the ' Lokarakshakanaaya Eeshoyae ' prayer, which we believe still continues. She used to leave these "need perfection " tags in red on our answer sheets, which still come in our nightmares. A lot of guides , numerous references and umpteen special classes later , ma'm , we remember you with absolute gratitude.

Asha Miss was one of the best things that happened to the English Department. Very cool, Always smiling and all so keen about our language skills , we enjoyed competing with each other for winning her words of praise.
Jayalakshmi miss and Rekha miss are the reasons we learned to enjoy malayalam poetry and prose as much as we do now.We used to write impossibly large number of essays about every thing under and over the sun , and we loved each moment of that .

With the arcane idea that proving theories actually improved our chances of being perceived cool ( Amen Jones Jaick ) ,Jancy miss and Elizebeth miss were the people who had to bear the continuous attack of our semi dead wits . And that they did so , and that they made it sure that after one year of class there was not a single imaginable question that we had not seen speaks volumes of their commitment.

The economics classes of Mercy miss were inspiring to the core. Tess miss came about as a very dediacted teacher , who remained an excellent guide even in our junior college.

Everything else pales in comparison to the sync that we felt with Shiney Ma'm. We remember her parting words." I saw you people as a bunch of kids at Montessori. I have seen you change to what you are. And I have enjoyed watching you grow. " Few people have managed to convey the passion for what they do as purely and as completely as Shiny Ma'm did. She was the Principal when we came in as whiners in Montessori and where ever she is ,she will remain the most inspiring Shiney Ma'm of GSPS to her students.

all dat v want 2 tell our junoirs
this is best time of ur life
u find ur greatest friends here
de best teachers of ur life teach u now
be de proudest good shepherdian


Years have gone by. we have graduated into new horizons

Epilogue

Richard is reeling in the suppli induced dizziness of CET
Jones is proving theories at Chengannur. May the souls of the teachers rest in peace.
Ryan is learning newer ways to squeeze money out of patients at TVM medical college
Nimmy,the biotech student is all set to change the earth as created by God
Mathew is fighting it out with law and Ajith with forensic science
Joby, Renoy and Namitha are 3/4 th engineers
Aravind has finally found a fan following in his college.
Resmy and Chinnu will be the 1st graduates from the batch this year
The sole IITian of our school and the greatest brain of our times, Ninoy continues to make us proud.
The making of the engg: in Reddy is @ full swing in BITS.
Jacob,the budding doc is all busy wid his gynaecology postings

but one thing is same with all of us,
the true spirit of proud good shepherdians

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1 MISSED CALL!!!!!

1 MISSED CALL!!!!!

lately, i seem 2 b greeted by de notice of a flurry(if dats de biggest word i no) of missed calls on my mobile every morning,all from my one beloved caller.all i could c ws my mob muttering my ringtone only 2 turn off just b4 i could give de green signal.de syndrome ws determined 2 dig into my life so much dat i decided on responding.i SMSed de no: 2 find out de identity wid little success.yday i tried calling back.no one seems 2 reply n mine 2 ws a missed call.may b i could hv shown my masculine anger 2 de caller (only if its a boy,4 sure)

my mind ws in all nuts fantasising whom my caller would b??

had my new gay pink shirt given an all wrong message?
or ws it time 2 change my orkut status 2 committed?
if one of my classmates had finally decided on me?
or else wat if a schoolmate regretted not trusting me earlier?
ws it some idiot trying 2 fool my already dimnished senses?

de saddest thing is dat i still hv no idea hu it is.and if its any one of u guys,pls end dis game.i m already all nuts.
now , i have saved de no: as 'XX' ,de genetic proposition of my gal(only thing i could b sure)

de above incident has given me an all new reason 2 add on 2 my blog.
last month i spotted a teen couple in de bus n de parting message from de gal ws" gimme a missed call lest i feel depressed".
just a missed call can keep her happy,u r lucky, man!
once i spotted an auto wid a mob no: on de rear side n a request" i missed call pls"
i really wanted 2 give him one,but den y add 2 ur vocabs?

well,i don actually give missed calls nor reply dem.and de no: of people giving me missed calls iz low as never.
y do people give missed calls?
" y don u call me atleast once a blue moon"
" tho u hv forgotten me,i still rem u"
"cant u c my balance iz always nil"
and de meanings mite go well beyond dis 2!

making missed calls is quite an art.u dial de no:,think of de person,and red de call @ de 1st note of de fone ringing .missed call mite b all welcome wen its 4m someone special.or else annoying wen u find out u had reached out 2 de fone only 2 b fooled.

i din mean 2 propose missed calls r any crime.its de new age no frills way of keeping contacts alive.but getting addicted 2 making missed calls can b quite disgusting.may b missed calls r gonna b made chargeable 2.dat would mean a sad infant demise 2 de notice " 1 missed call".

9895389045 ,1 missed call pls.
rjV PROCLAIMED
Dec 17, 2007
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de gr8 PC entrance saga

de gr8 PC entrance saga

(de following article iz a diary of my life @ prof:pc thomas entrance classes.and de comments given here r with all due respect 2 de institute and neva meant 4 any sort of character assasination.it is rather de way i den looked @ de establishment as a 18 yr old n not essentially so nw. de article iz fully open 4 comments and criticisms)

a typical day in a pc hostel begins @ 4 in de morning.2 early 4 me nw and i c clock in such positions only in de evening.ur warden wakes u up in de most sadistic way making de perfect start 2 yet another miserable day in ur life.tho dreams wer more of nightmares,dos 5 hrs in bed wer de only peaceful time in ur life.blame ur fate,brush dos teeth dat hv forgotten 2 smile n wash ur face .and b back @ de green table n de red chair dat make up 15 hrs of ur life everyday.start again 4m wer u left last nite.

books n just books, de entire hostel smelt paper.desperate teens battling der fate,fine tuning der destiny n all brains set on just one material goal.de routine ws so designed 2 drain all de brains God has given u 4 a lifetime .tears had failed in bringing solace long ago.and u wer made 2 believe dat all hardwork in lyf ends here and life will b a bed of roses from nw.

i left 4 church or else i ws made 2 leave 4 church @ 0515.i would climb up de stairs 2 find de dictator already der .christ on cross hanged on de wall n de altar ws all smiling in flowers .dis is all i rem coz de nxt scene i can recollect is someone waking me up 2 return 2 de hostel.rather dan a chapel,it ws more of a bedroom 2 me.all de pc efforts 2 enrich de catholic in me failed wid a bang. de more i tried 2 stay awake,de faster i failed.cofessions wer a must every month.i really din do anything(dats worth confessing) wrong der even if i wanted 2.tell me wat wrong can u do in a pc hostel.??#?$&#

come back n find solace in de 15 mins set apart 4 newspapers.de only thing dat told a world outside u really exists.the week n outlook came on mondays. u could c de starving hostelers fighting 4 a parting sight of de last page.last page??? u r rite.dats wer de generous female celebs offered der sumptous fotos in de most seducing fashion and dat 2 in clothes dat would shy even 1 yr olds. adam had insisted on 4 eve,dey reminded.

ladies wer a strict no no der.de only lady in de hostel ws de statue of mother mary on de top floor.de prettier sex ws de root cause of all evils on earth.de pc buses drove de routes de boys would catch de least no: of females.a feminist would burn herself @ de dresscode imposed on de girls der.a little more dose of pc lectures would hv driven me insane.dos lectures made u believe dat world would hv been a better place wid only men around.classes took place in separate rooms n in different timings.and if ever ,dey had 2 come 2gether,boyz would take de front rows n gals wer @ de backrows even b4 u arrived.

and de bus trip 2 de institute.dat reminded u of people who lived normal lives.and den de 3 lectures n exams wer a child play by nw.and de marklists reminded u of de mission medico.all de students wer inspected on cctv making even de slightest movements impossible.110 student slaves all packed into a concentration camp,dat made sure v even fought 4 oxygen.de teachers wer 2 good,one positive i really cant deny.de daily pc message ws driving me all de more nuts.and u could only sympathise wid de teachers who would b publicly insulted by de management 4 de slightest mistakes.2 add 2 de agony,u could hear de pvt hostelers discussing de hot trissur,new movies n shopping malls.u had 2 enter n leave de institute in lines dat reminded u of ur KG days.strict rules governed de conduct of students n teachers.even de prizes 4 de toppers would b given in such rude fashion dat makes u regret dem.but den class time ws a heaven compared 2 de hostel life.

but den,my teachers wer extremely professional n stalwarts in der respective fields.dey wer 2 caring n made u enjoy de subject.i ws lucky enough 2 hv personel relations wid a few of dem which i still cherish.i should say,pc sir has 2 b applauded 4 de faculty he has developed ovr de yrs.jojo sir of botany n sajy sir of physics need a mention 4 sure.but,i doubt if anyone who passes out of de institute still counts dos times among de best in der lives.

PC cuisines wer beyond de farthest imagination of any human being maintaining taste buds."gulp ur food b4 u find out de taste",de mantra of survival ws simple.de achayan in me ws starved 2 hell wid veg dishes all set 2 kill my appettite.many a mornings u could find virgin cockroaches baked inside de already foul smelling idli. de secret formula of making 200 teas wid a litre of milk???, its all here.cabbage ws a staple dish der,so much dat i never had it again in my life.pappadam could nt b made in de hostel, and so tasted good. sambar ws made @ infinite dilution.orangish water in a big vessel,in case u don find out.stones in rice ws nothing less dan routine.de only relief came on mondays wen de menu ws veg biriyani and soyabeans.and u could c de entire hostel running 2 de mess in a tornado fashion,very much remniscent of starving people fighting 4 der rations.de nxt one week depended on wat u had on mondays.
de occasional secret visits 2 de nr by hotels wer de only de only relief.

rules r made 2 b broken,but not here.if not toilet or mess hall,u had 2 b on ur study table,de funda ws simple.and nobody is supposed 2 b engaged in any activity dan books.u could nt literally move from ur desk n slightest of conversations wid de neighbours brought one 2 danger.de wardens would b on a 24x7 prowl inspecting if everything iz going on as per de pc bible.imagine such a life for 300 odd days!!!
de lone comfort hr came @ 10 in de nite wen v could catch a bit a tv.dat told movies still run 2 packed houses,item nos wer all de more hotter,india still lost cricket matches n a whole world ws running de way u new it.

i hv already sent enough of nightmares 2 anyone planning 2 join der.but,let me admit very frankly,all de hard work has paid off.its not double stds or opportunism.thomas sir is defenitely one reason 4 wat im rite nw.may b all de above harship is really de key 2 success in dis highly competitive world.lemme give u an insight into world of positives der.

· pc sir classes r de most professinal wen it comes 2 entrance coaching,its a hell lot disciplined n indivudial attention is really on de cards
· de teachers r too too good n make u love ur subject.de exams r 2 well planned.
· if ur life is as much unorganised as mine,dis is at least de place 2 c people hu live in order.i belive i can nw survive anywer in world,wer am i gonna find bigger hardships???
· inspite of de millionaire he is ,u ll b amazed @ his lifestyle . and quite a no of students learn free of cost der.
· shake hands wid de variety of life,meet people from all ovr de state.thanx 2 my stint @ pc classes,i nw hv frens all ovr kerala

de one yr @ pc hostel stands apart in my biography.inspite of all my differences,he is instrumental 4 wat im rite nw.

as de motto goes "to God thru education"

rjV proclaimed
Dec 10, 2007
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