THE BLOG OF (sm)all THINGS.........

**This piece was written for the 2014 edition of DHANVANTARI,the annual magazine of AFMC,Pune.... So,in case you'd prefer to read it there,please logout and go needle the Xinarians,(ie,the X2 batch of AFMC) for a copy** ---------------x--------------------x-------------------x---------------------x---------------- Walking down the road to the Masjid gate,I was beaming and so were my parents..and why not??..Our batch had just had its POP and like scores of proud parents, my parents were happy too..and what better feeling as a son to see your parents smile knowing that you are the reason. I was escorting them to the Masjid gate where their vehicle was parked. Engaged in happy banter, I hadn’t seen it coming. “Jai Hind Saab”. A middle-aged sepoy had struck his DMS boot on the ground and let out a salute coupled with a smile. My parents had an expression of surprise and to be honest, I remember turning around to see if there was an Officer behind me. Wh...

"I've been told my interns are very talented" boss said with a broad smile.  I knew he wanted something out of us.. We had been summoned to our Commanding Officer's Cabin.. "Sir,you've been utterly misguided" I screamed out..Well,just thought of doing so.. He went on to tell us how a certain Organisation comprising of the better halves of the 'Men of valour who guard our seas'  was organizing an event where we had to represent our Hospital teaming up with a few others. We were pushed into it and we accepted it hoping it would be a play/drama coz neither of us can dance for our lives..Not that we had much of a choice,anyway... Surpise,surprise ..It turned out to be a Group dance and I finally got on stage for dancing for the 1st time after class 3...Days of rehearsals ensured we had plenty of fun and of course,made some new friends... However,the silver lining in this assumed cloud came in the form of another oppurtunity...The s...