Today is the day

Today is the day my life begins, 

Today I become a citizen of the word 

Today I become a grown up 

Today I become accountable to someone other than myself and my parents, accountable for more than my grades 

Today I become accountable to the world, to the future, to all the possibilities that life has to offer. My job is to show up wide eyed and willing and ready, for what? I don’t know, for anything for everything.

To take on life, To take on love, To take on the responsibility and possibility 

Today my friends our life begins and I for one can’t wait……..

A mystery

We all make mistakes that’s varies from as small as tiny specks to mistakes that can rock a mountain and there is nothing to be ashamed off as we are only humans and we aren’t perfect” but what’s the range of this ‘mistakemeter’- one mistake a day,two,three,once a week, it all depends on our mind accepting and admitting that mistake we have made. There’s a lot of difference between a folly and what I have been talking about, I am talking about mistakes that we keep hidden safely in our brain or heart. If you think carefully and deeply enough you will find that there will always be one dark spot on the white sheet there always be one mistake that you haven’t shared with anyone. That’s the silver painted surface of the mirror so where does it go how long does it remain hidden? A bucket overflows so does you. May be you will utter it in stupor or may be when you are extra sober. I made a mistake and I pay for it till today every morning every day of my life I try my level best to masquerade the fact that it ever existed. So ask yourself what are you masquerading about? What is it that you desperately want to admit? Sitting on it won’t make it disappear what you need to do is either to move on (accept it and live with it) or fight it. So which one is better?

LIFE IS A SURGEON AND LIVING EVERY MINUTE OF IT!

A bell rings summoning me to the operation theater as a guide to an upcoming surgeon. I went down the memory lane and saw a reflection of the past, when I was scared to death as an upcoming surgeon just like him. I pulled a knife stabbed in a man’s chest by his own friend to recover money because the stock market crashed. The knife was dripping with blood. The case was miles away from a well equipped hospital. Time was ticking away bringing him closer to death with each passing second. He had to be operated there and then. I tried to save his life with all the panache, the patient died. “Why did u do it” she said softly to me, his mother knew that I was the operating surgeon. I just gaped and doubted my credibility as a surgeon. Do no harm we surgeon pledge to live with this oath but harm happens and then guilt happens, guilt never goes anywhere on its own it’s a monster it brings its friends, doubt and insecurity. I am not pusillanimous I stayed after my first failure I overcome the guilt and saved lives. I can’t think of a single reason why I want to be a surgeon but I can think of thousand reasons why I should quit? My mother a doctor herself once asked me why I enrolled myself for medical. I could have been a mountaineer and climb those snow capped mountains or a fashion designer as I always had a fashion fever. I had found the answer when I saw her performing a running whip stitch on a heart and I realized I wanted to be in her shoes. As a surgeon I see both sides of life a side with smiles of successful surgery on the faces of patients and on the other side tears of death, god’s destiny.

They make it hard on purpose there are lives in our hands their comes a moment when it is more than just a game I could quit but here’s the thing I love to be in the playing field. As a surgeon winning isn’t everything, it’s the only thing because if you lose you lose a life. My student won his first independent case. My eyes misted with tears of joy for the young doctor and the patient. There are no guarantees in life not for the present nor for the future life is a surgeon and living every minute of it.