31 December 2015
In fact, this was I think the last of his writings that ever saw a press. For within a fortnight after I had submitted my entry, my grandfather fell sick with a brief spell of illness that saw him being hospitalized for the first time in his astonishingly healthy and rigorous 86 years.
I remember the doused enthusiasm and blunted happiness with which I received the news that my article was going to be featured and the dull sense of joy when I saw it in print. For the hospitalization of my grandfather which was progressively turning worse as he began to be in intensive care, quite sapped the positive feeling out of Life for a week.
Being a doctor, it was painfully evident that my grandfather was approaching the termination of his commendable journey and so in a flash of inspiration which was undoubtedly from Heaven, I took a clipping of my article and highlighted the paragraph where I paraphrased his contribution to the article. He took it in his hands and smiled a weak smile that reached right up to his eyes that sparkled with pride and joy and at that moment, amidst the chilly cold and beeping machines in the ICU, I knew he was silently blessing me; comforting me and earnestly beseeching me to find closure.
We discharged him at his behest and our request (and obviously against medical advice!) and brought him home the next day. He spent a day in apparent recovery, good health and cheer and at the crack of dawn the very next day, passed along to the void as silently and as painlessly one can ever hope for!
So yes, this article is immensely important to me in more than materialistic ways and has forever the mark of poignant sentimentality attached to it as the last words my writer-grandfather penned for his novice granddaughter.
08 August 2015
Its been nearly a year since the article I submitted to The Education Times of Times of India group got published - 10.11.2014 to be exact - got published.
Here is a glimpse of the feature;
Hopefully this will be the first of many!
Root for me guys. I hope to take hand-in-hand my passion for Medicine and for writing in the near future. Watch this space for more!
15 August 2014
20 July 2014
19 February 2012
Have you ever been bitten
By the bug that ain’t a bug?
Bitten and very much smitten
Am I with the TravelBug!
Oh! What joy it is to pack
Your tiny world into a rucksack
Heave it on your shoulders tight
And off we go to see the sights!
Sometimes walking, sometimes trudging
Inching forward without grudging
The heady climb of hills quite steep
Does make you forget you’d craved to sleep!
At the summit as I stand
I begin to understand
The world’s far more beautiful folks
Than to you and me it at first looks!
Off we go to the next destination
Unhindered by the creeping exhaustion
For Will now leads my weary limbs
Striving am I to keep with the climb!
From valleys deep and canyons long
Spring forth brooks with their gurgling song
Tiny rivulets meet and merge
And raging rivers thus emerge!
As each reach the gorges tall
They have no go but to fall
And thus are born mighty waterfalls
Get under it and you have a ball!
Wet and weary you set up camp
On meadows kissed by fresh dew damp
Hit the sack as the stealthy night
Robs the sky of its light!
I wake up at the crack of day
With troubles at a land far, far away
To the serenade of birds which twitter and tweet-
Their lungs out many melodies sweet!
Making our way through the thickets
And brambles which are nothing but wicked
On we run with open hands
Out of the woods onto plain land!
Before this trip is ever complete
We wolf down a meal that is so replete
And off we go on the final lap
To the cities marked out in the map!
Now each city is a different story
Laden with years of unique history
Castles and relics cheat time and last
Reminding us of a valiant past!
Cars speed past on roads so fast
Leave in their wake mere gusts of dust
Buildings so tall they scrape the sky
Vying to be the one most high!
From the verdant jungle to the concrete one
Life’s diverse under the blazing sun
While fauna scamper to hunt and be hunted
People scurry past each other undaunted!
Nightfall brings an exotic glow
To the sea of humanity which on the streets flow
I drink in the lights, the smells and feel
Swamped in my senses and so I reel!
Sorry am I to turn my back
As I heave on last time my precious rucksack
Vowing to return as heartstrings tug
For yes, I am a TravelBug!