BANG BANG

Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down

This wasn’t even a bullet. A messenger of doom, a bomb. And not just one or two….one after the other. It rained
Wish it had rained water; we wouldn’t have people dying of thirst... Any way people are dying. Purpose served. A thousand smithereens, beyond the last realm of recognition, blown with the force reeking of vengeance.
But vengeance for what?
Against whom?
Kill innocents and satisfy thirst….for blood.
Thousands killed and sacrificed, in the name religion…in the name of lost causes.

Smells like terror spirit!

I have a gun but I can’t shoot, I can’t see bad things. I can’t shoot cos I ll be shot next

Live and let live

It’s a beautiful day don’t let it get away... only if it is not your last. The price is fixed. It’s beyond anything you can afford. Actually you can afford it. They don’t want your car; they don’t want your wife, your money in the least bit. But yeah they want your life. That’s yours.

Cut. A scene from the movie lord of the rings
Frodo: I wish all of this had never happened
I wish I had never lived to see such times
GANDALF: and so do all who live to see such times
But it is not for them to decide
All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us.

Live the life of the busy ant, till the time is ripe to depart, and till such time is come, keep busy.
Be mute spectator to the horrors of the world, till you are consumed by one

Life is indeed beautiful.

PUBLIC HOUSE

Thousands lit, drive away gloom

In the valley, sacred flowers bloom

Happy hours!

The chimneys are huffing and puffing like there is no tomorrow. There is indeed no tomorrow. Tomorrow it will all be gone
The smell of stale nicotine hangs about the air, refusing to budge. Even the rats fattened on cigarette ash hardly bother about budging.

Hickory Dickory dock,
A mouse ran up the clock;
In this case, up the window
Down the cupboard
And where not!

And The Walls; Oscar Wilde screams,
“The best way to overcome temptation
Is to yield to it”
Come on folks lets smoke it the one more!

I am so high, I can hear heaven
Though I don’t believe it exists; evidently says the wall, with numerous dart holes in the plastering. The sky was indeed cobalt when it rained in November last.

Boredom is a myth, only on weekdays. Weekends are sloshed only to be dried in a pleasant hangover.
The circle of life begins in the primordial soup of the sinking wash basin as a mongo seed sprouts. 5 nice green leaves and that’s it. It will never bear fruit like the hazaar ideas that spring in the room.

The laughing Buddha sniggers. He is laughed back at. After all he serves as an ashtray. He got too far; someone even broke his ceramic skull.
Spirits soar, both in the blood and in the heart. The number of empty bottles behind the cupboard shot up. Hic hic… is there some more whiskey in the jar??
Singing in the rain, narrating stories of mythology- complete and unabridged; an ode to the Sacred Flower.

The previous occupants left nothing behind save the Buddha.
We leave behind an indelible mark
The sounds of merry laughter, the smells of nicotine sweet, the taste of bottled beer, the touch of friendship and the sight s of a jocund celebration.
And also phimosed prepuces and contraceptives incognito, gallons of liquor and an ocean of words.
NO!
It will be too hard to leave them behind.
Actually, we will take them along with us as sweet memories to be savoured for a long time to come
I walk down Sunset Boulevard; a boulevard of rosy dreams
My hands reach out to wave goodbye instead they light a cigarette.

I got a long long way to go
Before I can say good bye
Thus sang Def Leppard.

THE LUDOVICO TECHNIQUE

The Ludovico technique is a fictitious drug-assisted aversion therapy from the novel and film A Clockwork Orange. It involves the patient being forced to watch violent images for long periods of time, while under the effect of drugs that cause a near death experience. The idea is that if the patient is forced to watch the horribly graphic rapes, assaults and other acts of violence while suffering from the drug effects, the patient will assimilate the sensations and then become incapacitated or very ill either attempting to perform or even just witnessing said acts of violence.

The Ludovico technique is an artistic semblance of the psychological phenomenon known as classical conditioning, a process pioneered by Russian psychologist, philosopher, and physiologist Ivan Pavlov. In the story of A Clockwork Orange, when the protagonist Alex DeLarge is made the subject of the Ludovico technique, he, like Pavlov's Dog, is acclimatized to harbor physical and psychological aversion to the controlled stimulus being impressed upon him.

A very similar but modified procedure is used on house surgeons
A list of things a house surgeon never thought of but is forced to do get the completion. These are exclusive of the requirements in the completion book.
A house surgeon is not a doctor. He is to serve as
A nurse to issue treatments in the form of tablets, prescriptions, drops, ointments to all and needy and not necessarily patients
An attender to escort patients from various wards to the examination rooms as many times as the whims and fancies of the PGs. A minimum of 50 patients shall be escorted
A security guard, when the patients are waiting, to shoo away relatives who are a nuisance, and to direct people to the parking lot
A courier service or a liaison between the laboratories and the PGs. Shuttle as many times as commanded by the PGs. Bring at least 25 path reports, at least 10 micro reports, at least 10 x-ray reports.
Take the patients to the respective labs in case they don’t have attendants accompanying them

A clerk in the OT to learn the importance of documentation

Liaison with other departments for references. Accompany patients to concerned depts. So as to prevent the case sheets from being stolen or the patient absconding.

Work on Sundays despite the whole dept being on a holiday

Not entitled to the free samples or other samples issued by the pharmacy companies. They are exclusively for the PGs and The Profs

This is in ophthal. Stand wait in the OPD, torch in hand, waiting for pupils to dilate so the PGs can examine and casually re examine cases waiting for a crowd to build up. However no compensation will be given if varicose veins develop

Take shit by the cart loads from the following: Profs, asst. profs, lecturers, senior staff, PGs, nurses, ayammas, group D workers, attenders, ward boys, PATIENTS, patients relatives and one who want to vent their pent up frustrations.

Nothing clinical shall be learnt or taught as the PGs themselves have to learn and cannot afford to waste time teaching house surgeons.

Personal work is a myth.

This technique is used make the house surgeons as incorrigible as they can get.

BLEAK HOUSE: knocking on heaven's door

A creaky door opens.There is a sudden chill that hits the spine. Its only the central air conditioning, but it is indeed remarkable, the way the chill just creeps in much like the chill of Death.
There is a dimly lit corridor, at the far end of which is total darkness. There are more such dark caverns which open into the corridor. These are the very places haunted by the sinister Lady in Black. Visible only to those who will soon follow her into the realm of the dead, she leaves behind an evil smell, the unmistakable smell of the ultimate doom.
The sufferers; those lost souls , who have seen the lady in the eye make desperate attempts to cheat her. In their hearts, they know; they do not stand a flicker of a chance.
The sufferers try in vain to escape the Black Lady's icy clutches, but it is of no avail. Only the doctors , warriors in white, try their best to make their passing a bit painless.
A million pricking pins, a thousand stinging bees and far more horrors beyond the scope of imagination earn them a ticket to Bleak House, that too a one way ticket. What drove them to such madness, one wonders in disbelief.
Anxious kith and kin who see the suffering are at their caring best. They know there's no way out. Yet they don't give up on the hopes of recovery. In their hearts they know it is a battle for a lost cause. The eyes of the sufferers betray nothing. One look and it can be said its all over.
Gasping and screaming they follow the Lady, like the Pied piper's children. Sometimes She is benevolent; she takes a few but the worst is when she is in her elements. In a snap of a finger, living human beings are reduced to mere decomposing bodies fixed in stiff contraction.
Yet another sojourner departs from Bleak House.
and yet another..
The relatives wail in grief.
The death is declared, notes are written, the police is informed, the mortuary gets another body for its ghastly ritual.

At the end of the day, it is in fact the morning after a full night, i walk out, leaving thoughts and inmates behind, to relax with an English breakfast in Pecos and wash it down with some beer.
happy to be away from BLEAK HOUSE.