• Musings

    All in a day’s work

    Life as a pathologist is very interesting. You are trained to look out for the abnormal. Normal is boring. But there are times when  you are caught on the wrong foot. Here are two incidents which taught…

  • Musings,  People

    Gulzar: A wizard with words

    It is very difficult for me to describe what makes Gulzar stand out. He uses everyday words, and then weaves magic out of them. Gulzar is a writer who can make the most mundane things seem extraordinary…

  • Musings

    The curse of my black tongue

    We were walking back home from the hospital- I, Subodh and my nephew. Sevagram is a sleepy hamlet. There is one main road which runs parallel to the hospital, and most of the people here are usually…

  • Musings

    When patriotic songs rent the air

    It is the 15th of August. India is bathed in the colours of the tricolour- saffron, white and green- as it celebrates its anniversary of freedom from the British imperial powers. From dawn to dusk, you hear…

  • Musings

    Sharing her happiness

    It was Khushi’s birthday. She is my niece’s daughter. And we were in Nagpur for the celebrations. It was her eighth birthday. As people walked in I observed Khushi’s guest list curiously. She had decided who she…

  • Musings

    The Intruder in my Dreams

    I am a dreamer. I dream every night. They are long-winding technicolour dreams. And the best part is- I remember my dreams vividly.  Just this morning I was dreaming a multi-part dream (they do exist, if you…

  • Musings

    The pensive pen stories

    We were on vacation in Ootacamund that summer. Ooty. We were staying at Lawrence School, Lovedale, where Do aur Do Paanch was recently shot. My father was attending a summer training there and we accompanied him to…

  • Musings

    The loony goon

    I was assisting an appendicectomy in the middle of the night in the operating room, when a senior colleague came up and offered to take my place. ‘There’s a message from the casualty,” he said, “They are…