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Yet another blogger?

Having nothing to do after my office hours, I usually sat in front of my laptop to google up(I still do).As I surf here and there I land up on some articles that catches my sight. I find many of the writings really great, some not-so-good and others no-good. What-so -ever every second article has inspired me. All was well till the day I went through a blog that had nothing but posted ‘Its your life, make it Large-Royal Stag’. The blogger had reposted it several times. I realized every Tom, Dick and Harry could be a blogger. That was when I also decided to create a blog.

Now that the blog is created, I don’t know what to write. I had a sleepless night (even had a pain in my brain) wondering what to post. Every time I open this empty blog to have a look, I find it staring at me with a hope to be feed. Just like a passerby in front of an empty-bellied beggar ,I pretend to be busy and simply shift focus.

They say that to be a good writer, one has to read a lot. I am not an ardent reader at all (though I look like one) but yes, I like to read. It is again because I consider writing my best ‘me-time’.But now I realize that during the last few months, all I wrote on paper were the prescriptions of my patients.(abstracted from my low-memory gray cells).Now, what I can just say is ‘I used to write’

I want to write something creative but I am confused what to talk about? Movies? sports? Politics? profession?......stories? poems?.........people I met? places I visited?...or what am I good at?(oh!that would be the shortest article).I am blank. The best (in fact the only) solution I see is to again open up the google and type “What to write?”

As day added on days, a year passed by.

Well,...this is what I had to write with one year old experience in Ministry of Health.

The start- Like anyone else I was welcomed well with all the politeness and gentleness,with smiling but confused faces(yes! they are confused as to what an optometrist is? what is he supposed to do? etc etc) It has been over a year but the confusion is still on.I am a part of the confusion too.

To be called a 'sir' made me smile broader as I took off. It took me sometime to realize that the short energizing prefix gifted me lots of sweet responsibilities. Nothing comes for free (not even a smile).

Place: I must say it is good. The environment around allows to be YOU. Every individual is given a place to sit and a chair to boast. We have space to walk around and green trees to sooth our eyes. A decent working place with the feel of home is what I would underline.

People- This is one too simple, yet complicated to explain. The process of perception making is still on-when one is made other is broken. You know ...tagging a person with a character is very difficult. We hardly know who is who (even more when people are more and communication is less.)Some hibernate the good face and others put it on. It shocks when somebody suddenly comes out of a shell to prove “don’t go on my looks, I am weird”. Others give me a pleasant surprise.

My habit of remaining silent complimented by my limited communication skill makes a situation difficult enough for me to understand someone standing right in front of me too.

Work- Yes, this is what I cannot miss to mention. I begin my day in a medium sized cubical room where I land my laptop for the rest of the day(for it to rest). Entire day I hip-hop from one of the three twin cubical chambers in the eye unit….obviously for work.  Patients come and go-some with smile(until they find me I am not a doctor)and other not very happy despite best affords.Time has taught me work, work has taught me work and people have taught me to think. What so ever I have been learning a lot.

Observation - A short prefix creates a gap.This place is divided into two groups of people-one not very satisfied and another not-at-all satisfied. Some are smart, old(comparatively in fact ) , knowledgeable and settled in their lives...while the other category is tunelessly searching for its identity in the organization (this includes me too!)..some frantically trying to reach there...while others have lost all the hopes!

Something more Beautiful than dreams

Once in our life, it just happens.It happens that your reality becomes more beautiful than the dreams.When it happens you see that the world is simply that the world is more beautiful.It won't suddenly begin like a 'big-bang' but rather with time.You will begin to tell things that u have never told anyone...u share the hopes that's never gonna come true and the desires that cannot be accomplish.Still you choose to lose hope.You simply begin to talk...without any hesitation of being judged.You don't mind sharing with them the disappointments life has kicked u with.You don't hide your eyes while narrating the most embarrassing moments nor you hold your tears of ur solitude.You will laugh with them in ur foolishness.U will begin to smile for no reason...

You start to look at the sky...feel the air and appreciate the fragrance of flowers.You begin to care about things that were never important to you.You comb ur hair and tidy the bed.You begin to updates photos in Facebook and wait for someone to 'like' it or comment on it.You begin to wait and not mind waiting for hours.

Life becomes colourful and Colours become more meaningful. You begin to appreciate seven more colours between blue and green. The things that were never interesting start to seem fascinating coz u know its important to somebody.Cats become cutie...n dogs become puppies. Mirrors begin to get attached to walls and shirts gets its press.You wont believe...people around will start staring in surprise.  

You don't snooze the alarm, coz it was never to wake you up but just to remind you to send her a smiley 'Good Morning'. Yes! for her. Even after the most tiring days work or the longest journey, you long for a call, atleast a missed call. In her presence ( even over a call ) you dont need a continuous conversation and u feel expressed just having her nearby. Every little moment spent together glistens your memory and makes u feel young all over again. And her smile will simply make you close ur eyes and capture the moment.

You open your heart knowing that it can bring pain at times and you convince it saying "its love, it happens ".You find strength in knowing that you have a friend who subdues the beast and wakes the child in you. You are confident that she accepts you at your worst. And it makes you remove the mask you put on to present yourself at your best. 

You are just happy when her eyes catches yours. And You hang on these memories to live till the next gleams.You live with science and technology but still thank the mysterious.