tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84816199039846507652024-03-06T03:14:37.276+05:30Synaptic Sparksspreading the fireAbialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.comBlogger114125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-37006613935934915842016-12-04T00:54:00.003+05:302016-12-04T00:54:56.985+05:30The book that bit me off<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Never has reading a book ever caused me so much distress before. I picked up Cal Newport’s “Deep Work” on my Kindle. It wasn’t while reading it, but the realizations that happened later on when I tried to do what was contained in it. It’s a book that stresses the importance of deep work and how rare it has become in the recent years while giving readers some valuable advice on how to increase deep work in their day-to-day lives. Reading it was fun, I should confess, as it often reminded me of my younger stronger self. I was reminded of how as a young student, I would stay on math problems or physics concepts trying hard to find a solution while most of my friends gave up. In fact, I would concentrate so deep that I have missed meals and would stop hearing the ambient noise. The book describes Carl Jung building a stone house to focus intensely on his writing projects. I was reminded of my childhood room filled with books and papers with scribblings on it. So till I finished the book, it was mostly a good feeling of unwarranted nostalgia.<br />
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Since the book persuaded me too much, I decided to take half a day off on a Saturday to work on some project of mine with as much of laser sharp focus that I could generate. Sadly, I couldn’t go past the one hour mark. Even the one time that I physically sat down to work was interrupted with unprecedented shifts in attention. I realized three things today morning:<br />
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<li>Deep inside, I lack motivation for what I am working on. I either need to motivate myself more or seriously consider evaluating what I do.</li>
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Bitten badly by the book, I sit traumatised. To save little of my self-esteem, I set out to write a 750-word long essay on what happened. (what you’re reading now). While you read this, I would have gained a little bit of self-esteem, a morsel of hope that all is not lost and the ability to concentrate and work on cognitively challenging work might have grown week but is not entirely dead.<br />
It’s time that along with me you should start evaluating your potential to work undistracted in an ever shrinking world with always connected technology. It’s time to go back to the peace of lying still with a book in a hand and giving it your undivided concentration. It’s time to go back to composing compelling prose in communicating with the world than relying on click-bait titled listicles. It’s time to start paying attention to what we are paying attention to. Because, unlike what we fear, we do not lose ourselves by becoming a disconnected dot, but rather, we enrich our lives and bring more value to the world around us by consciously choosing to focus our attention on things that matter most. <br />
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Here’s my plan: I realize, it takes more effort to produce creative work than consume. However, consuming good literature (not the articles that we read on the internet) itself takes significant cognitive effort. So to start with, I shall choose 20 books that I will read with my entire focus, absorbing everything I can and strengthening my focus. While doing this, I plan to stop checking on Quora or other sites randomly. I shall also stop notifications for email and other apps. I shall schedule a particular time of the day for such activities. Second, I shall decide on the most important projects and start producing work of my own. It is going to be hard, but I hope I will be able to do this. It would take a good 3-6 months before I start powering up my attention muscles in my brain, I guess. It’s better to start now than to cry later.<br />
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I recommend that you read Cal Newport’s “Deep Work” if you feel the pressing need to escape from every growing distractors and to focus your efforts on something significant. Other book recommendations are “Rapt: Attention and the Focused Life” by Winifred Gallagher and “To Save Everything, Click here” by Evgeny Morozov which described the ill-effects of the internet on our self and society.<br />
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<a href="http://amzn.to/2g5i4rC" target="_blank">Deep Work: Rules for focused success in a disgraced world</a><br />
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-11225048669862895182015-12-10T15:18:00.000+05:302015-12-10T15:18:49.699+05:30Why junior doctors should learn asking "Whys" instead of just "Whats" <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was one fine Monday morning and I was an intern at the Surgery Out-patient clinic in the medical school I graduated from. Back in those days, being a government hospital that it was, the surgery out-patient clinic would get extra-crowded on Mondays. The surgeons there had to attend to a large number of cases in a short period of time.</div>
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Briefly, I would like to narrate one incident that happened when I was there. An old woman, should be more than 50 years of age, came with complaints of severe heartburn. She was slow to talk and tended to digress on questioning and she often spoke of how life was unfair to her. A little probing revealed she had consumed "Super Vasmol" and got treated elsewhere but her present symptoms had started soon after and didn't resolve. Seeing me spend much time with a single patient, the junior resident nearby ordered me to write a UGIE (Upper GI Endoscopy) and refer her to Psychiatry along with a prescription of PPIs. I was almost about to, while, without me realizing, I asked her one question which entirely changed the medical management to a large extent. </div>
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I asked her, "Why did you drink it?", probably out of a strange curiosity that had, perhaps fortunately, out of nowhere landed on me that day. Later, I ended up sending her to the ENT department on hearing descriptions of tinnitus and disturbing vertigo that sucked out every little pleasure from her day to day life. </div>
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I seriously don't mean to project myself as the super hero of the surgery OP that day. But I am interested in sharing the little that I learnt in the art of medicine that rarely gets taught in medical schools. If you own this book or have a library which has a copy of <a href="http://amzn.to/1HW5iWw" target="_blank">Oxford Handbook of Clinical Medicine</a>, please head on and read <i>Chapter 1: Thinking about medicine. </i>It describes how asking "Whys" might change the therapeutic objectives in effectively treating the patient. </div>
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You need to ask yourselves WHY until you get to the bottom what might seemingly pose like the culprit. A patient presenting with iron deficiency anaemia needs iron supplementation. But WHY did he develop a deficiency in the first place? Is it nutritional? or or excessive loss, or something else? Once you find it is nutritional, don't be contended to supplement. WHY nutritional? Is it financial or psychological or something else? And so on... </div>
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Doctors often need to think in lot of different perspectives to effectively diagnose deceptive diseases. Medical students at the Yale University are taken to an art museum and shown art figurines to diagnose. The idea is to train doctors to see things from a different perspective. </div>
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Our healthcare at the primary level must address a lot of basic "Whys" that we often don't bother to think about. Medicines are not magical concoctions. Often prescribing medicines treats the doctor. It makes him/her feel in control. There could a lot to discuss and argue about trying to define what <i>Holistic Medicine </i>should deal with. But as doctors in the making, we could contribute a little in decreasing the inefficiencies of healthcare processes at play. Diving one step deeper could give you insights to make better clinical decisions.</div>
Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-64432188703182819632015-11-05T18:42:00.001+05:302015-12-10T16:03:46.252+05:30The greatest cash back offer of the year is here!<div class="graf--p graf-after--h3" id="6ae4" name="6ae4" style="color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.8); font-family: medium-content-serif-font, Georgia, Cambria, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 21px; letter-spacing: -0.003em; line-height: 1.58; margin-top: 12px;">
Booking a bus ticket has been so easy these days; you can accomplish the task with just a few taps. What’s more difficult is choosing the service that provides the maximum discount at that particular time of the year.<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.003em; line-height: 1.58;">Thanks to Google and the numerous coupon sites that have cropped up, I made a quick search. I was planning a trip to my home-town and I had to book tickets two tickets — for me and my wife. It would normally cost 1200 bucks so I was on the lookout for a good deal.</span></div>
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“50% cash-back offer — Limited time” read a particular offer.</div>
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I searched no more. I rushed straight to that site and started booking my bus tickets. I couldn't believe my luck! I could get those tickets at half the price, I was like<br />
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<span style="letter-spacing: -0.003em; line-height: 1.58;">After entering all the details, I finally came to the payment page. I entered the coupon code happily expecting that the prices would be slashed by half after I enter the magical code. The amount I had to pay was Rs. 1200 so I was sure of 600 rupees cash back! The greatest cash back of the year…</span></div>
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-9039714613763631242015-09-22T14:58:00.001+05:302015-09-22T14:59:33.884+05:30Here's how a night ride on a bike could go disastrous!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I was leaning on the side rails of the Fowler bed on which he motionlessly lay. I stood beside him and tried to decipher what was going on to him. He looked young, by my judgement I would place him around 20-22 years of age. He had a neatly trimmed beard that reminded me of my cousin. Though his hair was ruffled, I could see it was meticulously styled in a parlour. His clothes were smeared with blood and I could see mud sticking to it. From the logo on the shirt, I could recognise the brand, the one I used to love but never bought because they were too expensive.</div>
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“Can you please check the dose of Ertapenem for C7? His creat has increased to 3.2”</div>
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“Sure.” I moved to C7 to check the reports. Half an hour had passed. I finished my work and left for lunch. </div>
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I moved closer. I leant near him, my arms crossed over his bed railing. What was going on in his head, I mused. Was he thinking of his pain? Was he thinking of his parents? Was he thinking of his friends? Or maybe, was he thinking of taking revenge on the one who hit him? Was he praying to become well soon? Was he just surrendering to fate? Giving up on himself in the face of excruciating pain?</div>
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“If only I had listened to my dad…” a creepy whisper followed.</div>
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On that deceptively peaceful night, Ram and his friends had planned to meet at the beach at midnight. There were to throw a surprise party at the beach to Ram’s friend. Ram had planned everything so meticulously. </div>
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11:39 pm, he saw on his Samsung S6 Edge. He slid it down in his jean and reached for the bike keys. His father was awake. </div>
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It was too late. Ram had left. The night was cool and calm. The skies were clear and the moon put a beautiful smile. He could feel the cool breeze blow on his face as he sped on his bike. He had always loved driving on his Yamaha. The roads were clear. Being a very small town, the people were in their houses by 10:30 and there was absolutely no traffic on the road. “Why should I not have some fun? Will a little speed kill me?” he laughed in his head as he turned the accelerator. </div>
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That is exactly what the 37 year old factory worker thought. He was already very late and half drunk. The thought of managing his angry wife only made him raise the accelerator. </div>
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Luckily for the factory worker, he regained his balance and escaped with few injuries. But for Ram, luck was not his friend. He landed in the ICU.</div>
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-80613111574015316322015-09-05T17:22:00.000+05:302015-09-05T17:22:20.674+05:30A Tribute to my Teacher: The Man Who Would Never Stop Encouraging<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I</span>t's hard to imagine how just a few words could have such an influence on someone's life so much. So much that you tend to go back and play those memories in your mind and remain eternally grateful to that mortal being.</span><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-stroke-width: initial; font-family: Helvetica; text-align: justify;"> </span><br />
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Those were hard times. Life seemed like one of Robert Frost's poem. The only difference: the road I had taken didn't seem to be the right one. Pitifully for me, there was no way of going back. Pulling myself forward was equally worse. Trying to remain content with what I had often never last long. Everyone and everything around me only reminded me of the harsh reality of how my choices would have been different if I had taken the other road.</div>
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Over the years, I guess, I have grown a little wiser (maybe not). I have learnt to go with the flow. I have learnt how life is about living and not, necessarily, having things. I have learnt to enjoy life in my own terms. I learnt to define happiness and experience it to the fullest. I had learnt to let go of expectations that would leave me drained. I had stopped being competitive. Because you lose your confidence in yourself and those around you. Often, such a person is considered to be mediocre. But I still had the fire dormant within. My life was no worse. But I was made to feel worser and worser, every passing day.</div>
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And then came this man. He had been my teacher. <a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2012/04/power-of-encouragement.html#.VerWy4dUS9Y" target="_blank">He had influenced my life earlier too</a>. I had met him after, maybe, 8 years. On seeing me, he recognised me. On hearing my life’s decisions, he was genuinely happy and proud of me. He told be that I would be one of the best in my field.</div>
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Sometimes, God sends out his chosen to find worthy people who’ve lost their fire in a cold cold world. Magically they appear and rekindle that little warmth within you, long after you’d forgotten it. They gently rub and polish you and put back that brilliant sheen back on you.</div>
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He visited me again on my wedding. He came up with a gift. He looked at my wife and said “You are indeed lucky, He was one of the best of my students”</div>
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As that humble human being walked away, I felt awe fill up my heart. This man never ceases to encourage me.</div>
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May every teacher out there who imparts knowledge & wisdom, who encourages and builds up character, who lights the part and leads the weary ones be blessed. </div>
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I wish you all a happy teachers’ day.</div>
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-72496770132627443762014-09-04T18:03:00.002+05:302014-09-04T18:03:49.089+05:30Red Abstract in a Bottle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-40339682838838949502014-09-03T22:11:00.000+05:302014-09-03T22:11:46.711+05:30Lessons at the Labour Ward: Be strong, you never know who you're inspiring...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I was playing with the newborn babes lying on the incubator.</div>
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It was one of those less daunting days in the labour rooms of JIPMER while I worked there as a Final Year MBBS student. Strangely, the patient load was less and I had a little time for chit chat with the nurses and to play with the newbon babies. </div>
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There was one particular lady who impressed me. Mrs. N, I cleary remember her name, though I don't wish to post it here. She was a fair, beautiful woman about 26 years of age. She was well educated. The strange thing about her was that she did not wail nor weep in pain. She did not shout, she did not cry nor did she breakdown in tears. I initially thought that her labour was progressing at a slower pace. I took a keen interest in her and I visited her many times and she noticed that. I would take her readings but I didn't speak with her. She would smile at me and be grateful for what I do. As her labour progressed, I could see she winced with pain at times but she kept herself in control. She would look around the place and see mothers moaning with pain everwhere, yet she kept her composure. </div>
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To me, she was a sign of strength. I knew the pain she was going through yet she reamined strong and that inspired me a lot. She had every reason to breakdown with pain and cry. But she had a charming and plesant smile on her face that showed grit and determination. </div>
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She had progressed into the final stages of labour and she started having stronger contractions and much pain. She couldn't stand it anymore. Finally she let herself cry. She wept silently. I went near her. She looked at me as if she'd expected me. "I'd tried my best, I don't think I can take it any longer", these were the exact words she spoke.</div>
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"You've remained too strong for too long" I said. "It's OK. It does pain. It's really OK. In a few mins you've be holding a beautiful baby and all this pain won't matter" I reassured her.</div>
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While she was wheeled out of the labour room, she was holding a beautiful baby boy in her hands and she had a broad smile on her face. She truned back to tell me "Thank you Doctor". I waved and smiled. </div>
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Today morning, something very different happened, something that never happened before in the past few months. I woke up with so much happiness and enthusiasm! I literally jumped out of my bed ready to conquer the whole world. I felt so much strength in my arms. My heart felt as light as a feather.</div>
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I just felt a sense of "<i>Perfect Peace</i>" within my heart and I could feel happiness in every cell of my body. I remember, last night, I had slept off with a little prayer. "I give everything into your hands, Lord. Take care of me. Help me do your will." </div>
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My mother had just made me a cup of coffee. It picked it up, took little sips and walked out. It was such a perfect blend, I enjoyed every drop of it as I crossed my house. I went out to the veranda. I could see my father watering the garden. The golden rays of the morning sun hit those tiny water drops on the leaves that glittered like little golden balls. I was mindlessly sipping my coffee when a glimmering light caught my eye. On the grill that separated the veranda and the garden, between two rods, was a fine thread of gold.</div>
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I went close and saw a spider web. "Nice," I thought and looked away. In a sudden jerk, I turned to the web once again and this time I examined it very carefully and with a lot of wonder. In the midst of a beautifully spun web was a little white spider. There was something strange about this one. It was perfect. Not even a single strand was broken. It was in perfect condition and it was glittering in the morning sun. (You can see the pictures below. Some strands are not seen because the camera could not capture some very thin strands if the angle to light exposure was different.)</div>
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It was quite strange because I have never seen an intact web ever before on that grill because the leaves nearby or the water from the garden hose invariably would damage it. For that matter, I have never come across such an intact web anywhere before! I went running to pick my camera and I clicked off lot of pics. And when I was totally into my camera and macro lenses, I heard a little voice whisper...</div>
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This is my sign of a perfect and perfecting peace that has taken root in my heart. </div>
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I wish to share this little sign with someone out there who needs it.</div>
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I wish it would put a smile on someone too.</div>
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-61033355667641618062014-02-21T21:39:00.001+05:302014-02-21T21:39:12.496+05:30Thank you Bernoulli!<div class="MsoNormal">
At my cousin's house. </div>
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<o:p></o:p>My head on my mother's lap, lying on the comfortable couch, I
was fully relaxed. My mind was soaring on the highways on a pan Indian tour! I
had just drove from Pondy to Chennai and I always loved driving on the highways.
There was a clamour around, I was happily dreaming…<o:p></o:p></div>
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There was a little commotion around the fish tank! The
aerator had stopped working and my aunt panicked. She had a valid reason to.
Considering the small fish tank and the large fishes, the oxygen content of the
water would not be sufficient for a long time to sustain those fishes without
proper aeration. Those fishes were already seemed half dead and were settling
on the lower portion of the fish tank. My aunt had lost fishes before because
the aerator malfunctioned and so she was hullabaloo!<o:p></o:p></div>
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My aunt ordered me to go out with her and get a new one ASAP.
I really did not want to move, but I couldn't deny either.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Show me the aerator, let me have a look, I said. I will
repair it for you if you just give me 5 minutes.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was too lazy to change my night dress and leave out on a
cold night.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I opened up the aerator. I saw it had a small motor whose
fan was propelled by an electromagnet. The motor pumped out water. On the pump
outlet was an air vent. Oh, the Bernoulli's principle, I mused. When the water
was pumped around the air vent, a negative pressure would be developed that
would suck the air in. The problem here was that the air vent was displaced and
was facing the opposite side! And that is why there was no aeration but water
was being pumped out through the air vent. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I fixed it.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Tada! It works! I exclaimed!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Now don't call me anywhere, I announced!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Thanks to Mr. Daniel Bernoulli! And thanks to my physics
teacher who inculcated so much interest in me that I still remember what I
learnt 8 long years ago! I thank you people so very much!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Because of you, I go now back peacefully. Back to the couch,
back on my mother’s lap, back to the highways lit by the beautiful evening sun,
revving a 2000 cc SUV, piercing through the dashing wind, exploring,
experiencing and fun !<o:p></o:p></div>
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-67881084513013322222014-01-29T19:26:00.002+05:302014-01-29T19:26:37.084+05:30The Angel Wears Raincoat<div style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin: 0cm;">
<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">On a November morning, when the dark clouds crowded over the busy
town, when the gravitational pull on me when I'm on my cosy cosy bed went
extremely high, it rained.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">For some reasons, I have always been in
love with the rain all through my life. Turning into a 24 year old, I still had
those beautiful feelings for running around in the rain, dancing getting
drenched, jumping around in the muddy puddles. It has always been my ambition
to be happy with whatever I've got and to be the best I can be.
(Well, yes, the rain does bring philosophical thoughts too to me)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Rolling down out of my bed, staggering
around I went about getting ready for work. I have to confess by the time I was
ready to leave home, I was getting blasé about the day’s work. And to add to
that, a little irksome mood kept peeing out as I had to go through the
beautiful rain to boring work.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The cold engine revved up and I was on my
way to JIPMER.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">The road ahead was busy as people were
walking with colourful umbrellas, parents accompanying their school going
children and college busses on the mundane trips. The traffic did not do me
good. I was frowning already.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">500 meters ahead, I could see a slender
figure standing right in the centre of a busy road and swaying irregularly.
Another victim of the effect of alcohol, I thought. As I was moving close to
him, I was fuming. There was a little commotion around him.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">As I approached near, I realised that the
slender not-so-tall middle aged guy was wearing a raincoat and was standing
right in the centre of the road and waving to the vehicles to move on either
side of him. Curiosity replaced my little irritation completely.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Almost very close to him, I realised that
there was an electric overhead cable that was cut and lying on the road. This
guy was standing right in front of it and signalling people so that they would
avoid it and not run into it. For a moment, his eyes caught mine staring at him
so intensely. He waved his hands and I obeyed subconsciously.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I kept moving.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">I took a turn and exited the main road and
continued on my way…<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">RESPECT.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">For the Angel who wore raincoat.<u1:p></u1:p><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-46090860968515214862013-12-06T20:59:00.000+05:302013-12-06T22:16:17.716+05:30Beast of Burden??A puff of smoke rose swirling up.<br />
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A curly haired, medium stature guy with dark complexion stood beneath. I could see a not so pleasant smile on his face and from the creaks of his lips smoke came out. One one hand, he had a smoking cigarette and was tapping it and waving it in the air and on the other was a mobile phone which he was looking at.<br />
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Beside him stood a shorter lady wearing a bright green saree. She held a child on her one hand and a milk bottle on the other. She was trying to feed him so that he would stop whining. A heavy handbag hung on her shoulder; it looked so heavy that it was almost pulling her down. Down below, near her feet was a big blue duffel bag.<br />
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I was standing somewhere near, waiting for a bus, tired and hoping to escape the harsh sun as early as possible.<br />
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A little while later, the guy spoke something to her and he started walking. She bent down, took her duffel bag and followed him.<br />
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I sniggered. Who would treat his own queen like a donkey, I thought. Is that sacred yellow thread/chain they tie at marriage nothing but a rein, I chuckled.<br />
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Don't treat your lady like a beast of burden.<br />
Carry her load, not because she is a weaker version, but because she is your queen.<br />
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-7389630788435419382013-12-01T20:28:00.002+05:302013-12-01T20:30:54.074+05:30What The Frail Old Man Taught Me On Love<div style="text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I</b></span>t was on a mundane afternoon, one that I so vividly remember. It was one of those rare days in medical training (Internship) when nothing throws a surprise on you. Everything went well since that morning and all I had left with was a chronic disease OPD to attend after which I would walk back to my hostel room and enjoy the rest of the day absolutely doing nothing.</div>
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I was sitting in the female side of the OPD. All I had to do was to take blood pressure measurements, check blood reports of old people with diseases like diabetes and hypertension and re-write the medicines previously prescribed for them if everything was normal. I was doing it fast eager to finish it off.</div>
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An old woman come and sit at my table. When I enquired her, she did not respond. She made a few facial movements but made no voice. Instead, an old, should be 75+, frail looking man, standing nearby her side, was the one who did the talking.</div>
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I didn't listen to him. I was waiting for scream from the OPD nurse. That's what she does when any male enters the female OPD. (She does this on junior male doctors too at times :-p). I was waiting for this guy to be thrown out. I glanced sideways at the nurse. She was looking at us and beaming a broad smile. Strange!</div>
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This old man was cleanly dressed and was carrying two heavy bags. He spoke very softly and his voice indicated his frailty. With his little voice he was informing me what his wife's problems were and what medications she was on. He seemed to know the names of all the medicines and the dosage strengths and he was almost instructing me not to forget anything in a very polite manner.</div>
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(Normally it would irritate me when a lay person instructs me to prescribe, what's the point of me spending 5.5 torturous years in a med school then, I would think.) He was quite worried that I might miss out something from a big list of different medicines she was on. Probably, it has happened before that some junior doctor in a hurry forgot to write something or wrote something wrong. If that happens, his wife would have no tablets to take of that particular medicine for the next 2 weeks. So his behaviour was quite acceptable and I did my best to measure her blood pressure, check her reports and write her all the medications she required.</div>
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After I was done, the old man lifted his two heavy bags on one hand, held his wife's hand with the other and slowly walked her out of the OPD.</div>
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The nurse told me later that this particular old man brings his wife twice a month, every month from his village. His wife is hard of hearing and she has a high blood pressure and diabetes. It's a long journey from his village to JIPMER so he brings everything that would be required for her including, food, towels etc. and waits till the afternoon for the chronic disease OPD. He makes her sit in a bench and he waits in a long queue for her. He meets the doctors, gets the medications written, stands in another long queue for getting the tablets from the pharmacy and finally takes her back home.</div>
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When the sister had told me all this, I had a big smile on my face and a little tear on my eyes.</div>
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That frail old man made a statement so strong that penetrated my heart. I saw what true love was all about. The commitment, the care this old man had, simply melted my heart. He showed a commitment time nor tide would never fade.</div>
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Dear old man, I thank God for bringing you there to inspire me. I promise you, that when I hold the hands of my queen, I would remember the lesson you thought me that day.</div>
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And sure it does. <i>Every once in a while in the middle of an ordinary life... Love gives you a fairy tale!</i></div>
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-88552334951613336862013-11-15T17:16:00.002+05:302013-11-15T17:16:30.829+05:30A Smartphone Battery Miser<span style="color: #4a4a4b; font-family: Segoe UI, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">I</span></span><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;">t has become one of my life’s greatest disappointments to look at my mobile and see that my battery is about to die. It’s such a terrifying feeling to know that my mobile will run out of charge and will shut down leaving me strangled and disconnected in middle of a busy day or during a travel where charging facilities aren't readily accessible.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4a4a4b; font-family: Segoe UI, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Thanks to the pathetic battery life of today’s smartphones and the constant cycle of such disappointments that I have had, I have morphed into something disgusting. A battery miser. Yes, a smart phone battery miser.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #4a4a4b; font-family: Segoe UI, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;">There are <a href="https://play.google.com/store/search?q=battery%20saver&c=apps&hl=en" target="_blank">tons of battery saving apps</a> and battery drain preventing apps in the Google market. I constantly keep track of them and keep reading the reviews. I have been hoping from one app to another believing the impossible promise of a longer battery life. Some apps simply disappoint by themselves draining more battery. The others bring about no visible change.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #4a4a4b; font-family: Segoe UI, Arial, Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: 12.727272033691406px; line-height: 17.99715805053711px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="text-align: start;">Few days back, I took a "seemingly" awesome pic. I am not self boasting but then, have a look. It seems that I have caught the leaf at mid air. I put a caption saying that often you'll have to let go of the old and unwanted things in life.</span></div>
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Interesting isn't it. To me, it means a lot.</div>
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-80233943285425491292013-10-19T12:25:00.000+05:302013-10-19T12:25:12.350+05:30The Pain That PerfectsThe door opened and a slender figure carrying a two year old boy on her hip entered.<br />
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An expression of relief spread over her countenance shadowing the fatigue and exasperation after waiting in a long queue forgoing her breakfast. Holding her son with one hand, she held out the case sheet to the junior surgeon standing near a raised bed. She was tall and thin, modestly dressed and her hair properly kempt. It was hard to tell from the first glance that she was bitten by poverty. It required a closer and a keen look to reveal that her clothes were very old and her hair were losing pigments and appeared too brittle. The boy she was carrying was wearing a short pant and a dirty tee. He had those big round eyes which were now scanning the shabby little room with curiosity.<br />
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The junior resident got the case sheet and went through the notes written by a senior surgeon. The notes described how the disease started its manifestations and how it has progressed so far. At the end was written instructions for the junior resident for the minor surgical procedure to be carried out to relieve the patient of the symptoms. This particular case notes ended " Incision & Drainage". The little boy had an abscess full of purulent pus on his chest that has to be incised and drained.<br />
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Now in this hospital it was a common practice to do incision and drainage of small abscesses without the use of any anaesthetic. There were many reasons they gave supporting it but still, in my opinion, it was simply one of the cruellest forms of surgery. The pain will be sort-lived, of course, but would be excruciating. Imagine the scalpel cutting through the already tense skin covering an inflamed abscess. Whatever it was, no one questioned such practices. Such practices have been in use since no one remembered when and it had come to be accepted routine and normal.<br />
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The junior surgeon gestured and the lady moved closer to the examination couch. She made the boy lie down on it. The junior surgeon was assisted by a uninterested orderly who stood by his side passing on the gloves, instruments and the other things needed. No time was wasted. The boy's chest was cleaned and the instruments to cut open the abscess were all ready in the hands of the confident surgeon.<br />
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The next 15-20 minutes were hell for the little boy and everyone around. He made a loud cry with his shrill voice. It made me very sad. But as kept watching, I noticed something very strange. The boy's mother was forcing him to stay still when the surgeon cut open his chest abscess. I saw tears rolling down the mother's cheek but she was determined not to let her child move. In a way, she was imposing so much pain on him but, at the same time, was silently suffering as well.<br />
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Why would she put her own child under the knife?<br />
Why would she not let him alone?<br />
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She believed that the abscess was going to harm her child. She believed that though the surgeon would impose more pain, the pain would be temporary and do good.<br />
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Life does this to us at times. There'no no way of escaping from pain but just endure and let it perfect you.<br />
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Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-35567792872357474522013-09-05T06:36:00.000+05:302013-09-05T06:36:16.786+05:30The Best Teachers Often Did Not...<div style="text-align: justify;">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers often did not point out the road and forced us to follow. They illuminated our minds so that we were capable of finding our own life’s paths.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers often did not force respect or admiration. Every act they performed, they did it with so much care, concern and love that it made them worthy of all respect and admiration.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers often did not condemn. They showed us how much they had believed and hoped in us that we often were left dismayed to have disappointed them which motivated us to do better out of showing respect in return.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers often did not criticise. They showed us what was the right and the perfect way for us to follow.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers were often not only the school teachers nor college professors. They were ordinary people whom we meet on the roads. They shared their knowledge and their experience without expecting anything in return.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The best teachers always feed encouragement, ignited hope, inspired imagination and fostered originality and creativity. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Thank you dear teachers for illuminating our minds with light that enabled us to find our life’s path. I owe you for what I am today. May God bless you & your family with health and happiness and may you continue to touch many more lives for good.</span></div>
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Love is not just a feeling or an emotion that can be stored up in hearts. My understanding of love is that it is the propelling force that makes one show utmost respect, utmost care to someone continually and unconditionally. Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to one's own. It fact, it becomes the priority over your own happiness. True love is consuming. “<i>True love is like cancer that arises in the heart and permeates your soul until you lose yourself selflessly for the other</i>”.</div>
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Now, however, open criticism is better than unexpressed love. Indeed love is full of action, but love has to be expressed and enjoyed. People often have a desperate need to hear from their significant ones that they are loved, that they are being cared for. People have become too busy these days. The best excuse for a workaholic husband is that they work because they love & care for the family. Well, true, but if you fail to express your love, you'll be failing in the most fundamental commitment of marriage.</div>
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As a part of <a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2012/11/getting-trained-for-marriage.html#.UiLPiTZmh8E" target="_blank">Getting Trained For Marriage</a>, I have enlisted some of my ideas for expressing love. I hope it will be an interesting read.</div>
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Words form the basis of our communication, especially when it's not face to face. In a face to face communication, the body language plays a major role. Words can be magical. Words can cast spells. Choicest words are but poor man's diamonds to express love. In the present busy world, we communicate a lot through short texts (SMS, Internet messaging, etc.). Whatever medium is used, words can stir up romance if a little care is taken to express love. Choose the right and sweetest of words and present them lovingly. If I happen to meet that special person, I would be sending a lot of love letters. The emotions that a hand written note can conjure up is not to be underestimated. Leaving sticky notes over common places serves as a means of short communication peppered with a lot of love.</div>
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<i>"I've bought coffee and refilled the cookie jar, honey. </i></div>
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<i>Will be coming late from work." </i></div>
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on the kitchen shelf is sure to relax and make your spouse's evening more beautiful.</div>
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Written reminders of every day simple and beautiful moments maintained in a journal will be a great treasure to remind you of your glorious youthful days when you are old and frail.</div>
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<b>Here are some I took from the internet!</b></div>
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2. Listen</h3>
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It is in fact more important to listen than to talk. Listening is an act of love. Listen to understand and not to judge. Listening helps one to understand the perspective from his/her spouse's point of view. Arguments are healthy. What is unhealthy in an argument is when a spouse partially listens and fails to see the entire picture and gets his/her ego hurt. There is no place for any competition or superiority in marriage. Listen. Understand. Care.</div>
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3. Time Together</h3>
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Spending time together is an act of love. Most spouses live in the same house living completely separate lives! Taking time off busy schedules every day and spending time together will renew the beautiful bond of marriage every single day. Scientifically speaking, it has many benefits. Touch is a very important sensation that releases a substance called oxytocin into the blood. It helps to form the feelings of a physical bonding. It also elevates the mood, decreases depressive feelings and makes a person feel good. Spending time together will take away the feelings of loneliness and foster a healthy body and mind. At times, a hug, holding of hands and a gentle caresses can work more wonders than the most powerful of medicines.</div>
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4. Share Every Work</h3>
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I really don't completely agree with the 'divide n rule' policy when it comes to managing household chores. There is no reason why the kitchen should be the wife's department and the garage or the garden should be the husband's department. Instead, every work must be shared as much as possible. This will enable spending more time together. It also relieves the pressure of stress on each other as two heads are always better than one. The company of one will help the other in getting the work done more efficiently and make it more enjoyable.</div>
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5. Put a Smile on Your Spouse</h3>
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Your spouse's smile. That's the whole indicator of a successful love story. I have written about it in a separate post already. <a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2013/01/your-spouses-smile-is-your-priority.html#.UiK74jZmh8E" target="_blank">Your spouse's smile is your priority!</a></div>
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6. The Courage</h3>
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To propose love to someone and ask for his/her hand in marriage requires a lot of courage. And this courage is a sign of expression of love. For even though I write this, I am confused. Great relationships often start as good friendships. According to me love is but a long term commitment of respect, care and responsibility that only deepens friendships and does not destroy it. However, in the real world there are too many other things that can complicate this; a broken past, stubborn parents who vehemently oppose love marriages, etc. Often love is confused for lust in this corrupt world. That makes it a huge risk to propose love to someone with whom the relationship started budding as friendship. To find a person who shares most of the interests and thought patterns is already a difficulty. To take this risk and lose the person forever or miss the chance of a beautiful lifelong journey together is a tough decision that will haunt human minds forever. </div>
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More to read on Synaptic Sparks on Love & Marriage:<br />
<b><a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2012/05/ethics-of-love.html#.UiLSejZmh8E" target="_blank">The Ethics of Love</a></b><br />
<b><a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2013/07/love-letters-to-wind-by-my-side.html#.UiLSiDZmh8E" target="_blank">Love letters to the wind - Always By My Side</a></b><br />
<b><a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2013/02/can-digital-rose-be-romantic.html#.UiLSxjZmh8E" target="_blank">Can a Digital Rose be Romantic?</a></b><br />
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You don't just take out the camera, click a button and make a picture! A good amount of thought process has been spent on making on this one.<br />
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I wanted to remove the background an put the emphasis on the flower and I had a 70-300mm mounted on my camera. So I just zoomed to the 300mm side and focused on the flower. I wanted the thread like fine web to be in focus as well. So I stopped down the aperture a little bit to F/7.1. There wasn't much light. So I had to raise the ISO to 1600 so that I could expose @ 1/400 and thereby reasonably prevent camera shake blur. And Voila!<br />
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And what made me click this one? Do you see those fine threads of a spider web. Don't they look like holding the flower from falling?? That's my perspective.<br />
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-46553844125862025772013-08-25T21:21:00.000+05:302013-08-25T21:31:04.633+05:30What I'd Learnt From The Nursing ClassLet me get straight to the point.<br />
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I was taking a class on anti-epileptic agents for the nursing students in my college. I made sure I used simpler parlance to communicate medical terms so that everyone would understand the concept behind whatever I said. I tried my best to make it an interesting discussion. I used some "Nursing points" to highlight the role of nurses in the healthcare.<br />
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Halfway through the class, I felt the initial enthusiasm slowly die. So I took a little break from the boring Pharmacology content and spoke a little about the importance of nurses in the healthcare system, hoping that it would make them feel more important and would motivate them. But what I could fell is that most of them didn't realize that nursing was an important part of the health care system. Well, I have seen grumpy & arrogant nurses, sweet & pleasant ones too... Whatever, I have always had this opinion: Nursing is at the heart of the health care. Nurses and even doctors are supposed to provide this nursing care to patients.<br />
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And then, I asked an offbeat question. I asked how many of them had taken up nursing willingly and how many had come just because of their parents' coercion. I was quite shocked when a good majority of the class, like a mummy come up to life from the dead, raised their voices to admit parental coercion as the cause for their career choice. Their voices resounded of pent up anger, frustration and resentment. That was quite awkward. I shifted back and continued Pharmacology till the end and bid good-bye.<br />
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A Macro lens is required to take highly magnified images and macro photography poses its own challenges to the photographer. Now that a macro lens from Canon costs more that 40k, I got myself a macro filter five days back for around 300 bucks and tried my luck on macro photography. Here are some of my first shots...<br />
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Here is a twig which is illuminated from the first rays of the morning sun. The flare from the macro filters add to the magic of the moment.<br />
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<b> 2. A Fly</b><br />
Here is a fly seated on a leaf after a sumptuous meal. I am thankful because it kept hoping from flower to flower. As it sat down, I took a shot.<br />
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-79792411250907734352013-08-22T14:04:00.001+05:302013-08-22T17:06:12.909+05:30A Disappointing Morning...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">A</span></b>fter a night that crushed my soul,</div>
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The incessant pain I clearly remember,</div>
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Woke up from a disturbed slumber, </div>
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Hoping the dawn would find me whole.</div>
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Alas, the sun's still not up,</div>
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There's no magic in my morning cup,</div>
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No roses are in bloom,</div>
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The winds move swiftly with arid gloom.</div>
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I hear no little birds nor their sweet voice,</div>
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Vacuous songs could still make any soul rejoice.</div>
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Oh you arrogant morn!</div>
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You brought me nothing but left me to mourn?</div>
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Who will hold me when I feel so torn,</div>
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My heart hardened like corn?</div>
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I try so hard to fake a smile.</div>
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Alone I shall trod, at least a mile.</div>
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Aren't my days all numbered?</div>
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At the end, I shall no longer be remembered?</div>
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Whom am I trying so hard to impress,</div>
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When no one shall be my side when I lay in distress?</div>
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I shall walk alone</div>
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In the rain, with all the pain,</div>
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I shall sing a song and never let out a moan.</div>
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-56113389610721297972013-08-19T12:30:00.000+05:302013-08-19T12:30:28.849+05:30World Photographers Day<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Today, August 19 is the World Photographers' Day. Photographers make the world even more beautiful by their creativity. You may be an amateur, hobbyist photographer or a serious professional. Whoever you are, you deserve to know that your creativity makes the world more beautiful, changes perspectives, puts a smile on people and so much more...</span><br />
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<u><b>Here are a few inspiring quotes on Photography:</b></u><br />
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You don’t take a photograph, you make it. – Ansel Adams<br />
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There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs. – Ansel Adams<br />
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If your photos aren’t good enough, then you’re not close enough. – Robert Capa<br />
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It is more important to click with people than to click the shutter. – Alfred Eisenstaedt<br />
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I love the people I photograph. I mean, they’re my friends. I’ve never met most of them or I don’t know them at all, yet through my images I live with them. – Bruce Gilden<br />
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Which of my photographs is my favorite? The one I’m going to take tomorrow. – Imogen Cunningham<br />
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In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality. – Alfred Stieglitz<br />
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Skill in photography is acquired by practice and not by purchase. – Percy W. Harris<br />
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I am not interested in rules or conventions. Photography is not a sport. — Bill Brandt<br />
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It’s one thing to make a picture of what a person looks like, it’s another thing to make a portrait of who they are. – Paul Caponigro<br />
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Of course it’s all luck. – Henri Cartier-Bresson<br />
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What I like about photographs is that they capture a moment that’s gone forever, impossible to reproduce. ― Karl Lagerfeld<br />
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A lot of photographers think that if they buy a better camera they’ll be able to take better photographs. A better camera won’t do a thing for you if you don’t have anything in your head or in your heart. – Arnold Newman<br />
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If you want to be a better photographer, stand in front of more interesting stuff. – Jim Richardson<br />
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It can be a trap of the photographer to think that his or her best pictures were the ones that were hardest to get. – Timothy Allen<br />
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Even though fixed in time, a photograph evokes as much feeling as that which comes from music or dance. Whatever the mode – from the snapshot to the decisive moment to multi-media montage – the intent and purpose of photography is to render in visual terms feelings and experiences that often elude the ability of words to describe. In any case, the eyes have it, and the imagination will always soar farther than was expected. – Ralph Gibson<br />
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The best images are the ones that retain their strength and impact over the years, regardless of the number of times they are viewed. — Anne Geddes<br />
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To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them. – Elliott Erwitt<br />
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“When words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence.”<br />
― Ansel Adams<br />
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“Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.”<br />
― Marc Riboud<br />
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<br />Abialbon Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12896747611149051434noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8481619903984650765.post-20118989816278275212013-08-17T15:59:00.000+05:302013-08-17T15:59:46.464+05:30Troubles & Tribulations of a 24-Year Old Bachelor!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It had dawned just like any another day. Nothing was too special nor too tragic about the day that it was worth any iota of my remembrance. Until...</div>
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"Don't give up hope. Everything will be all right, things will change for the better"</div>
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"What's wrong? You know you can discuss freely, right?"</div>
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What's wrong? Why is everyone acting so weird? I pondered. "Nothing", I murmured back.</div>
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I fell exhausted on my bed, my thoughts still researching what had called for such exaggerated concern all of a sudden. My curiosity only grew more and finally deciding to know the reason, I stormed out of my room and asked her. Momentarily taking her eyes off the computer screen, she looked at me over her glasses and answered me in gestures by stroking her chin I mimicked the same and my hands could feel the coarse bristles of overgrown hair on my beard. </div>
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Phew... My dear God, why is it that I am always lazy and slack when I don't get things done in time but when I don't get a shave on time and grow a beard it becomes a quintessence of depression and love failure. This was not the sole occurrence of such demeanour, I realize that I've been facing certain troubles which I could say are rather peculiar to my present status: A Bachelor!</div>
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The other day, I was about to put a whole <i>gulab jamun</i> into my mouth. I was holding it in my hand. The sweet jaggery was almost dripping. It was looking so delicious and my mouth had already started watering. Ah...that happy reunion, that fleeting sweet love affair that was about to happen then was aberrantly broken off by an offbeat question from some nonchalant voice from behind.</div>
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"When are you getting married?"</div>
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I turned around and the <i>gulab jamun</i> clutched in my hand was carefully snatched. And before I could make a move or open my mouth, that slender figure disappeared amongst the crowd. I did not complain because it was a marriage reception that I was attending. I could get more gulab jamuns, as much as it pleased me. But that question put me out of mood for food.</div>
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I lay awake in my bed that night pondering over that disturbing question. "When will I get married?" I kept asking myself. Normally I wouldn't let such thoughts disturb me. But then, recently I had developed such anuptaphobia that I had asked such questions to myself several times before. All of my anuptaphobia stems from the fact that I live in an environment where love is just trampled over by the self-centred, the self-indulgent and the proud. No day ever passes without the sad story of the unfortunate love failures, marriages in shambles and desperate singles.</div>
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I have received so much advice so far that I can almost write a "How to find a girl for marriage" book out of it. Some excerpts...</div>
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"Keep searching. Keep trying. You'll will surely hit"</div>
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"Go girl hunting yaar, you're wasting your time"</div>
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"Get yourself registered in a matrimonial and find a girl soon, isn't it getting late?"</div>
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I am just 24 years old. Some feel it's too early (for marriage), some, too late. To be frank, I keep oscillating between the two like a disturbed pendulum pushed by people on either sides. There are times when I simply don't care and there are times when I am totally bothered and apprehensive. The fact is I do believe in a God and I know things will go on well for me. But then, God helps those who help themselves. There is a fine line between when you should be patient and hopeful and when you should take a step of action, a leap, courageously. And this fine faint line is seen by a wisdom which I am in desperate need right now.</div>
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Dear Heart,</div>
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You have been bestowed with the gift of automaticity. Kindly remember, you have no right of autonomy. Don't decide upon matters without my consent and get into deep trouble.</div>
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Dear Brain,</div>
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You may have control over every other dumb things out there but not on me. You keep thinking too much and too long and you keep judging everyone. Life is just too short and I cannot be waiting for your order that keeps delaying as doubts keep flooding you. Life is all about do or die. Life is about being daring. Life is about keeping hopes high. Haven't you heard of "matters of the heart"? So kindly leave them to me.</div>
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Beating for you,</div>
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Don't be too stupid. There's no way of staying away from judging people. You do it all the time. You judge people to be too good and get hopelessly hurt every time. Don't ever question of my authority, you bloody fool. When you are sick and can beat no more, people will throw you away and replace you. But if I am gone, you'll start rotting right away! Last time you made a rash decision and you put us all in deep trouble. You kept pounding so hard and left me no time to think. You almost broke the rib cage. And then you get badly hurt and go fluttering like a flag. You've gone too frail to do any more leaps. Everything you do is almost mindless, because you fail to get counsel from me. Stop taking us on roller coaster rides and bring no more devastation upon us.</div>
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This is to notify you of a mutiny that has broken out amongst us. Hereby, I command you not to take orders from the heart. He has become too autonomous. He keeps taking rash decisions and hopes too high. Remember the last time he got hurt and left some of you bleeding, crying and groaning and in lots of pain? Remember how we were sleepless and burnt ourselves mourning along with that fool. So, from now on, wait for my order. I may tarry a bit, but I shall weigh the risks and benefits fairly in the light of all the experiences gained. I shall also act in accordance with the advice of those aged brains with more experience & wisdom. I am not saying that I would defer from taking up challenges, that I shall not love or hope etc. No. I shall do them diligently. I shall also plan for rescue measures beforehand if one of our steps had to fail, so that we can bounce back and not be knocked out, cold & hurt. I expect your full cooperation.</div>
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P.S. Dear stomach, butterflies can’t enter you. Please stop bothering me with that. It’s just a silly trick that the heart plays on you. And dear eyes, don’t lose control and follow that girl the moment you see her. Last time you did and the forehead hit a lamp post. He’s been complaining all day to me. Behave yourselves.</div>
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<i>[This is just a funny take on the heart-brain battle. There is no imitation or mockery of anyone's personal matters. Any references to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.]</i></div>
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Read more on Synaptic Sparks: <a href="http://synapticsparks.blogspot.in/2012/05/ethics-of-love.html#.Ug1dGZIwfL8" target="_blank">The Ethics of Love</a></div>
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