... tired today after the NLEP was renamed to National Limb Eradication programme where I work. Was too tired to tread any sort of mill so drove home through a nice drizzle and decided to settle with a cup of earl grey, blog a bit and then get down to some textbook of surgery. Things nowadays never really go as planned.
Was shot to hell for liking Amjad Ali Khan and sons. Now it turns out that the person who shot me to hell is (at least according to the internet) pretty... and that puts me in a quandary of sorts. My testosterone fuelled ego wants to retaliate like there's no tomorrow but my testosterone wants to do nothing. Will take a middle path partial to the right and say it is a free world and since Amjad Ali Khan is the only sarod player I've heard I do not have a yardstick to measure him up to and will be extremely grateful if I could be introduced to non-amjad sarod music, and better yet if I could be given some. Till then will still maintain, much to the disappointment of certain quarters of society, that I like him.
Now before all this writing happened and after I read the fateful comment, power disappeared. So I sat in the drizzle on my roof sipping earl grey thinking of things to write about and I actually got a lot of good thoughts that never made it past the power shut down. But some still remain, mixed with strains of the blues in hindolam. Which brings us to profound thought #64 - the blues are not five notes... they're a way of life.
Pondered more about the reservation deal and got messages of 94 brethren (and sistren) passing out on the fast and AIIMS and PGI on complete strike no matter what the world tells you. Then spent the next five minutes laughing because I imagined a OBC dude in medschool caught up in the whole anti-reservation deal maybe even succumbing to peer pressure and going on hunger strike, all the time thinking, "But this is good for me..."
And answered the call that came from Satan right after that reaffirming the soul-selling deal.
There's a sneaky suspicion that many a belligerent comment might come my way inspired by Shantanu's outburst. For his sake they had better not be. As a wise friend said a closed mouth gathers no foot.
