Sunday, August 28, 2005

Sleep Deprivation

I'm sooooo very sleepy!! I've taken out a few precious minutes to post! I'm getting only 3-4 hours of sleep every night! Makes me wanna cry!! :(( Even now I can hardly keep my eyes open!! I never thought that clinical psychology would be this tough! Gosh!

I'm sorry for not visiting my fav blogs as regularly as I used to before. I'd love to, but I've hardly any time to sleep itself, you see! I've to get up early even on a Sunday now!! Wh
at could be worse than that??

Well... I think I'll just stop whining and go to sleep now! Wait a minute! I can't!! I've a few psychological tests to score and interpret and cases to write up!! OK, that's it then! I'm sure everybody's had enough of my whining!! Good night!

Monday, August 22, 2005

Sky High II

Here are some more pics of the blue sky shot from my balcony. I just love the first pic!! I have it as a wallpaper on my cell. Just loooove the shade of blue!

Sky High

Here are some pics that I took of the sky from my balcony. I just love looking at the sky when the sun is setting. The colours are so magical at that point of time! All the blues, and pinks, and oranges!

Friday, August 19, 2005


I watched ‘Swades’ for a second time on 15th August, and once more was stunned by the dire condition in which the majority of Indians live. I mean we all know that people in the villages have a tough life, but that was all I knew and never gave it a second thought.
When I was in the 6th or 7th grade (10-11 years ago) our class teacher had taken us all to a village a few kilometers outside of Hyderabad, called Kakannur. None of us were thrilled to be visiting a village; we’d much rather have gone for a picnic to Nagarjunsagar (a dam a few km outside of Hyderabad) or some such place. We were only excited that we would not be having classes for the entire day and that all of us were going to have fun no matter what.
But in our enthusiasm to have fun, we over-stepped our bounds a great deal.
Our first stop was at an orchard, where a Mr. Raju (he pronounced it as Razu) spoke to us very animatedly about how the orchard provides employment to the villagers. Then he went on to describe some processes that were used to grow the trees. It was all quite boring to all of us. So to stop ourselves from falling asleep we made fun of Mr. Raju’s accent. Here was this man talking to us so very enthusiastically about this project of his and all we could do was make fun of the way he pronounced earthworm! He pronounced it something like this: err-uth-wuh-rum.
Our next stop was Kakannur. It was the monsoon season, and the streets there were terribly slushy and all of us were annoyed to see our sneakers and the bottom of our jeans coated with mud. So all of us cursed our teacher’s “brainwave” and wished that we could have been anywhere but there.
When we reached Kakannur, it was lunchtime. The villagers had actually prepared some food for us. It was simple fare – dal, rice, some vegetables, and pickles. Of course all of us started complaining again at once about how terrible the food was and what a waste the whole day was. When our teacher overheard us, she admonished us and lectured us about how little the villagers get to eat on a day-today basis, and here they had prepared what was like a feast in their eyes for us, their guests. I don’t know about my friends, but I still grumbled inwardly.
There is this scene in ‘Swades’ where Mohan Bhargav goes to collect rent from a dirt-poor farmer and the farmer and his family share their frugal meal with Mohan, most probably foregoing their own share. The first time I saw this scene, the realization of what we had done, how badly we had behaved all those years ago hit me, and hit me hard! I have never been so ashamed in my life! I was appalled at the recollection of our snobbish, disgusting behaviour. How could we have been so insensitive? One could just blame it on our age; we must have been 11-12 years old. None of us obviously realized at that point that we were being completely obnoxious. We just laughed our guts out when Mr. Raju pronounced ‘monitor’ as ‘man-eater’.
But then that would be taking the easy way out. I cannot (and never will be able to) find an excuse to explain away my inexcusable behaviour. The only silver lining I can see is that I would definitely be more careful in the future in passing snap judgments, and making fun of the less privileged.

Friday, August 12, 2005

The Reason...

Quite a few people are wondering when my next post is gonna come. Am completely flattered!! :D
The reason I've not been blogging for sometime is that my internship has started. I'm interning at J. J. hospital, one of the largest government hospitals in Bomb
ay, if not the largest (For those who don't know, I'm pursuing my Masters in clinical psychology)!
I was so damn nervous the first day, wasn't sure that I would be able to speak to the patients in Hindi. Am not too fluent in Hindi, I've to always pause and try to translate
English words into Hindi in my mind. But I surprised myself! Today I got my first client and I spoke pretty well in Hindi, even though I say so myself! Plus, I wasn't nervous at all! I did fumble a few times here and there, but recovered marvelously!
O.K., I'll stop with the self-flattery here!
So anyway, I don't think I'll be able to be quite regular with blogging. And am not too happy about this, but that's the way the cookie crumbles. :(
I'll try and be as regular as possible in reading all my favourite blogs too. So until the next time, byeeeeeee!!