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I was thinking of buying a car,and many options came up in my mind. One year back, I wished to buy scorpio, and even boasted to my friend mathew that I would buy a scorpio in one year time.
1 year and many months have passed, and I didnt even think of my bet,and didnt buy a car. I forgot the matter altogether until now.

Yesterday

My question where is Albert, was answered by one of my friends.He has gone to kottayam.what for?was my query Friend:So didn’t you hear Albert is looking for a new car.
So he maybe at kottayam, in some car showroom, Who is with him? I lost my thoughts there. When my friend came back, he told me his story about the trip.
Santro is a good car and he has selected it, and I came back and slept.

Today

After abandoning my plan of having food from hostel after seeing the familiar food pattern in hostel mess, I was thinking about having food.
I had two options before me,either have food from Mess or go to sleep and rise in the evening

Surprise! Here comes Albert.

Alia!(friend), had food? Me:no. Let’s go out and have biriani from Floral Park. So we had our food there, and met some of our friends there,came back and he dropped me at hostel.
He went out again on his bike to buy a recharge coupon for his mobile phone( To call home,his mother had called him earlier and he had no balance to call back).

I didn’t have the thought ” Why do I see him again and again” when I met Albert after a few minutes I thought it up now. This time he was going out to buy Sports magazine.
I led him to a familiar place, where the shopkeeperwas known to both of us.Albert told me about the shopkeeper, a man who doesn’t show gratitude. I implored him to tell more about the incident, and he began to narrate
the story until we reached the front of the store. Did he hear us? I had a thought then, which I lost when I and Albert lost ourselves searching the bookstore for a sports magazine. We couldn’t find any, we were disappointed,
while scanning the books a book had caught my eye. I took the book and began reading, Albert went across the street to another bookstore.It is a car buyers guide.Albert came back and HE HAD A SMILE ON HIS FACE.
I bought the book and mounted on his bike and we rode back to the hostel.

After I settled everything, I began to lay down to sleep.I barely closed my eyes when a familiar face popped up by my side, this time it is not Albert.Who else other than Jomon.He is doing Msc outide state.
A friend of mine, and an intimate friend of Mujeeb my neighbour in hostel.His room is opposite to mine,Jomon has come in search for Ayub we couldn’t find Mujeeb in his room.He maybe in ward 24 I answered before Jomon could ask me where he might be.
I called him but he is switched off,Informed Jomon. I tried to call, but, got the same answer from the lady at the Telephone Exchange, does she get any sleep? He has another number, let me try again, great this time the phone is ringing. Why doesn’t he pick it up.
He uses this number to access internet on phone. Maybe he has left it in his room.

The Car buyers manual was by my side, I asked for Jomon’s opinion. Santro is a nice car,my car is Santro. He has come to get an appointment with a surgeon.
And I mentioned the name of one who is approachable and good at his work. I described the way to the surgeons consultation and the way to ward 24.

Albert again,this time I had my fast track magazine in my hand, and we had a detailed discussion. I came back to sleep,and while I was drifting off to sleep, a wonderful idea crossed my mind.

It was about building a simulation, with a computer keyboard
and gear system of a car. I imagined it so well that I was so happy at that time.

I already knew something about google flight simulator,but learning more about it, I knew it will cost me a lot of money.So I started the basics
of making a simulator and have shelved the project for some years.

People say Twitter is growing day by day. Twitter is the best web application available etc etc.  Why do people give so much importance to twitter? I think twitter got much attention, because of the campaign held by web masters in favor of it.

When somebody says, you can increase the readership of your blog, just by posting a tweet, won’t you do it? I would take up such an opportunity, because there is nothing to lose. It is free and easy to use. What I don’t understand is, why people send so many tweets a day. Some have more than 1000 tweets a day. When ever they have a thought or feeling, they just feel amused and posts it in twitter. It is a new for of addiction. In India, twitter is not much a favorite. The favorite here is Orkut. I too was an orkut addict, I spent many hours trying to figure out how to browse orkut, from our college, where orkut is blocked. But once I had my own internet connection and no body to block me from browsing Orkut, I lost the thrill and Orkut is no longer an adiction in my case.

Some say, twitter helps in getting close to friends, read new posts from bloggers and so on. But What I think is , twitter is clutterng our thoughts. Being so simple, we are lured to twitter. If twitter helps an introvert to open his mind, or a marketer to get his idea acroos his customers it is doing something worthwhile.But one shouldn’t be adicted to anything, however tempting it maybe.

Every day, I see TV channels and newspapers crying out loud, ” Teen pregnancies on the rise”. So what should we do? kill all the teens? 

Every day I see, children watching movies which depict teen sex as sacred. How do they know it is not sacred unless someone tell them? 

Everyday, I see violence shown live. How do we expect children from doing the same.

I learned smoking and drinking is essential for social status from the advertisements and from movies, do we expect our teens to be of low social status?

I heard sex relieves tension, do we want them to be tensed all day long?

Unless we eradicate the root causes of evil there will be teen pregancies, smoking kids, killing teens.

“There is no use pruning the branches of a full grown oak tree, you have to prune it when it is young.”

Given below are some observations which I made during my course of journey through different specialities in medicine,working as an intern.     

   Whenever we are introduced to a new place, we will have to comply to the rules there. Most of these are so absurd that the people are forced to follow them. Sometimes the person who made these rules at the first place( for his own vested interests) may be long gone, but the people in his organization maybe following them even if these rules are just un necessary.

      The fear factor

Fear of seniors is the main thing which keeps us from breaking those useless rules which are forced on us. Most of the time the fear is just uncalled for.There is no place for fear in a revolutionary’s life. In a way you are protecting the rights of your co workers, and improving their way of life. If we are willing to face the consequences, there will be nothing keeping us from doing the needful. 

      Be your self

Most people who are very aggressive in tackling problems just become worn out as time passes. This occurs because there is no one to support or help them. Most of the time the person who is trying to break the rules maybe working by self. The reward will be the happiness which he sees on the faces of his friends. 

         How to overcome fear

Since there is no remedy for death so far, it will be better to die as a rule breaker, rather than somebody who died as a coward, fearing everything which came across.

There are many manupulators out there, who tries to bend every rule. But our case should be an exception because we are not trying to be a manupulator, but someone who uplifts a community. 

“Think different, be different” has alwas been my rule. Though I have broken it many times, I still believe in it. As the prayer goes

” Lord give me the power to change things which ought to be changed, the courage to accept things which cannot be changed and the wisdom to differentiate between them”

To be Contd…

A journey through different departments in medicine