Ok then. Been a while and all that jazz. Many things have changed since the last post and that annoying blog-in-Hindi option seems to have suddenly appeared, as has a new grammar Nazi, albeit anonymous, who's made mincemeat of my syntax, spelling and inappropriate punctuation. While I shall try to toe the queen's line and be as proper as I possibly can, I've never had the patience to edit more than once so any of the inconsistencies that crop up geographically, grammatically or ecumenically should be forgiven and forgotten.
Life's been revolving around work and a new found passport into the operation theater and the past few weeks have had me going medieval on many a random skull. Yeah so we're in the 21st century and survived the Y2K crisis (which some people made out to be potentially worse than the nuclear holocaust that Nostradamus had predicted) and technology rules our lives but still medieval is what we are while getting to the brain.
Yeah that's what we use... it's hard initially as is the skull but does wonders to shoulders and forearms.
The average neurosurgeon therefore is lean, emaciated, unshaven, but has arms to die for... or at least a right arm to die for.
We also apparently believe in the 24 hour validity of both a bath and brush.
Work apart what else is news?
Kabhi Kabhi Aditi is a trippy song. Trippy enough to have on constant repeat and begin a groove to it when it plays in the middle of surgery.
What you say?
Some of us like music when we work. And considering we're all low tech (see above) we use FM. And till a little while ago that was good. Then every station barring two decided to go local. Now while I have no grouse with local music and to be honest while the melodies are catchy and some even excellent musically the lyrics I'm afraid drive me up the wall and get me to the state of wanting to grind my teeth to a fine white powder and replace whatever the man was snorting when he wrote this. So with much cunning I position the dials to Radio One 94.3 since 91.9 will be vetoed by all except the anesthetized patient and begin to scrub for the case. Only to find that some more cunning and devious lie in wait in the shadows to switch to the hottest local station - Mirchi - less than a minute after I gown up for the surgery. It's an unerring regularity with an unerring tendency to piss me off (since this plays at hourly intervals). Anyway 94.3 plays contemporary hindi film and pop music which is how I got to hear the Aditi song in the first place and has the funniest fillers in Prof Ulfat Sultan, Chamarajpet Charles and Rajani Saar. Since it's all accent dependent a transcription will not be attempted and neither in the near or distant future a recording and streaming of the same. Best that you should hear them for yourself.
So that's what's been happening. Bad humor, worse work shifts but a good dreamless sleep after it all.
A parting shot at new music, I shall consider reviewing Sampooran by the Mekaal Hasan Band. Think it's got the potential to be the next good thing that'll never make it big.
Life's been revolving around work and a new found passport into the operation theater and the past few weeks have had me going medieval on many a random skull. Yeah so we're in the 21st century and survived the Y2K crisis (which some people made out to be potentially worse than the nuclear holocaust that Nostradamus had predicted) and technology rules our lives but still medieval is what we are while getting to the brain.
Yeah that's what we use... it's hard initially as is the skull but does wonders to shoulders and forearms.The average neurosurgeon therefore is lean, emaciated, unshaven, but has arms to die for... or at least a right arm to die for.
We also apparently believe in the 24 hour validity of both a bath and brush.
Work apart what else is news?
Kabhi Kabhi Aditi is a trippy song. Trippy enough to have on constant repeat and begin a groove to it when it plays in the middle of surgery.
What you say?
Some of us like music when we work. And considering we're all low tech (see above) we use FM. And till a little while ago that was good. Then every station barring two decided to go local. Now while I have no grouse with local music and to be honest while the melodies are catchy and some even excellent musically the lyrics I'm afraid drive me up the wall and get me to the state of wanting to grind my teeth to a fine white powder and replace whatever the man was snorting when he wrote this. So with much cunning I position the dials to Radio One 94.3 since 91.9 will be vetoed by all except the anesthetized patient and begin to scrub for the case. Only to find that some more cunning and devious lie in wait in the shadows to switch to the hottest local station - Mirchi - less than a minute after I gown up for the surgery. It's an unerring regularity with an unerring tendency to piss me off (since this plays at hourly intervals). Anyway 94.3 plays contemporary hindi film and pop music which is how I got to hear the Aditi song in the first place and has the funniest fillers in Prof Ulfat Sultan, Chamarajpet Charles and Rajani Saar. Since it's all accent dependent a transcription will not be attempted and neither in the near or distant future a recording and streaming of the same. Best that you should hear them for yourself.
So that's what's been happening. Bad humor, worse work shifts but a good dreamless sleep after it all.
A parting shot at new music, I shall consider reviewing Sampooran by the Mekaal Hasan Band. Think it's got the potential to be the next good thing that'll never make it big.
