AN OPEN LETTER TO ARJUN SINGH

                                                                                                                                 18/8/10

                                                                                                                              Great India

                                                                                                                             

                          Hey Mr Arjun,

You must be wondering about the fact that why this boy hasn’t used ‘RESPECTED SIR’ in the beginning…Frankly speaking, not a single neuron in my brain (relatively less corrupted) is in a mood to display respect. Whenever any news about you strikes my auditory nerves, I feel as if someone is sucking all my blood through the anus!! Don’t take the help of the word ‘generation gap’ to defend yourself. Two things inspire me to write i.e PEN & PAIN & you are responsible for the second one. If you can identify 100 people who love you other than your party/family members, I’ll stop blogging. Million years ago, Goddess Parvati reproduced lord Ganesha from the dirt of her body parts & today a general well educated student can produce ARJUN SINGH by using all the elements of disheartenment.

I hope your grey mater is thick enough to understand why we hate you. You were the proposer of 22.5% reservation for OBCs in central universities; you are the one who let Warren Anderson to fly away from India after Bhopal gas tragedy. On one hand you are reserving seats at top medical institutes like AIIMS, PGI for backward classes & on the other hand your party is ensuring the fact that, doctors for the treatment of MPs should be from the general category. Just tell me honestly, when did u last consult a doctor from SC/ST/OBC category?? Would you have preferred reservation system if you weren’t a politician? Would you have preferred these if your children were preparing for exams of AIIMS/PGI/IITs?

And what about that bloody Warren Anderson? You were a chief minister during the Bhopal gas tragedy but your action after that disaster was not better than sania mirza’s performance. I am sure that Warren must have filled your belly with millions of dollars. If vigilance department performs a lab test called as ‘SERUM DOLLAR TEST’, I am sure that you’ll have a positive report with extreme values. You should at least admit the fact that you had some mistakes during that period, so that you’ll face less torture by the YAMRAJ in the hell.

What else should I write against you?? Thank god you are not in front of me; otherwise I’d have tattooed this letter on your back. You are staying in the recycle bin folder of my brain along with Rakhi sawant. Anyways, take care in the bathroom (femur fracture is very common in old days)…..



With hate

Dr A.lenka

(hey arjun, if ever read this letter, then please don’t send any rented sharp-shooter to my address)

JUST DO IT !!!??

Memories of you have always to be cherished,

It is not the thing that’ll be easily vanished

My love for you was more than mere attraction

As I loved you without any restriction.



People said true love never existed,

But true love made me exhausted.

Exhaustion due to love is a divine feeling,

Truly, it is murder without killing……



Your love made me glad, made me mad

Can’t figure it out whether I was

Madly glad or gladly mad !!



Everything was running sweetly & swiftly

Then came the day unholy which made me so lonely

You went away like a calm breeze,

That moment made me damn to freeze.

Then cried for you, I craved for you,

No one could answer and I was helpless without you

Life was never so painful for me,

In your absence, it was not me within me.



Counted the months, counted the years

With a shaky belief that the love reappears.

Battered & bruised, I decided

Not to fall in love again,

Not to think of you again,

Not to look at you again.



I could no longer remember you

due to minimal access,

and I forgot you with minimal success.

But destiny had different plans

As it rejuvenated my charms.

Past dreams re-blossomed,

As I longed to belong to your arms.



Seeing you after a so long made me joyous

Brain became insane again & heart was hilarious.

But I could feel the difference,

Nothing is going to be perfect again

Was my heart’s inference..



All I wanted to see was a fraction of

True love in your eyes,

All the sugary memories & past dreams

In your eyes…



Not finding them smashed my unusual cheers,

And you gifted my eyes with the usual tears.



‘Please forget me’- your tongue passed this line

It stabbed my heart & tasted like unhealthy wine.

‘I am committed’- you told boldly & with a bright face

I felt like dead & was disqualified for the race.



I was not even given a second chance to get failed

I loved you with a pure heart but life got derailed……

‘true love doesn’t exist’-I have to believe people who say it,

If you get true love, JUST DO IT..

DOWN DOWN DOWN

3rd professional MBBS theory exams were over yesterday & I have a gap of 8 days for the brutal practical exams. I’d like to remind you the fact that getting 8 days break in MBBS life is really brain-soothing. We (normal students) do all types of work other than studies during short vacations & I am not an exception. Watching 3-4 movies at a stretch after the end of exam is a pleasant tradition in my college. Giving due respect to this tradition I watched movies & was engaged in social networking till 3AM. Almighty always gives good sleep to students just after the exams but in this part of world it wasn’t feasible. He/she reminded me that I’ve to attend the pediatric OPD for my incomplete project & smashed my fragile sleep into pieces. Nothing is more painful than when you had an incomplete & fragile sleep particularly when you slept so late in night. So my day begun like a typical Uday Chopra movie, unpleasant to the eyes, usually flop & DOWN.




It was 9.20 AM when my NIKE kissed the professor’s chamber in the pediatric OPD. The peon told me that Sir arrived sharply at 9.00AM which is the regular OPD opening time & this bitter truth tripled my heart rate. It is needless to describe how difficult it is to work with a punctual personality in India. ‘hey abhishek….you are 20 minutes late, what the hell you’re doing?’…Dr Modi’s tongue passed these words to my ears. He gave such an expression as if I had deliberately killed 20 patients in those inglorious 20 minutes. Dr Modi is my mentor for my research project & he is considered as one of the most student friendly pediatricians in my campus. But an angry expression from a cool person always appears lethal to a lethargic person like me. I just apologized politely & remained silent. Not surprisingly I was DOWN again.



The atmosphere in a pediatric OPD is always irritating especially when you are an insomniac. Lack of sleep, noise made by the crying babies & Dr Modi’s unusual angry looks were making me feel like an asthma patient & guess what. I was working on project related to asthma!! My eyes were desperately searching 2 things- a smile from my mentor & asthma patients. Finally I managed to get the usual smile on my favorite teacher’s face & which filtered out some of my stresses. I was waiting for asthmatics but god gave me something else!! It was 10.30 AM when a lady came to us with her 3 year old child & her mother-in-law. They were from a nearby village & probably from a family of low socio economic status.. The baby had a mongoloid appearance & it was diagnosed as a case of Down’s syndrome. God gave me another DOWN!! The baby’s grand mother told that they know it is down’s syndrome which pleasantly surprised me. It was refreshing to see rural Indian women talking about this disease but the half life of my happiness was too short. It was shorter than sahid afridi’s average innings duration because the old woman suddenly told that, ‘all these are happening just because of her mother. She must have some serious deficiency & she always brings bad luck to my family.’ These types of biased allegations from a family member brought tears in the innocent mother’s eyes. The cardio-toxic comments from the mother-in-law was unbearable for the lady She was helpless as were we. Suddenly sir broke his silence & scolded the old woman which finally terminated as typical medical counseling. ‘The mother is not the culprit & if there any one has to be blamed it should be god because it is a genetic disorder caused by a mutation. The baby is mentally retarded & needs proper care & guidance’. These words from Dr Modi soothed the mother & calmed down the furious grandmother. They went away after being counseled by him. Then sir told me that ‘we are apparently going to become one of the superpowers in the world but superstitions will never let us move forward, so spread as much awareness as you can regarding these diseases.’ So…what are you waiting for??? Let me do my duty.

Well, the proper counseling of the parents is always the best way. Babies with down’s syndrome are always mentally retarded which requires the parents to give all their attention opsonized with a lot of love & care. Cardiac disorders, gastrointestinal disorders, musculo-skeletal disorders, endocrinelogical abnormalities…..you just name it, they’ll get it in future. So they should undergo periodic medical check up regularly. There are a lot of associations working for these DOWN victims, so if possible, the parents should be encouraged to admit their babies in these centers. That’s all we can do for these innocent babies.… DIAGNOSE, COUNSEL & ENCOURAGE……

I hope I have not let you DOWN by writing about Down’s syndrome….