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Incoherent Digressions

Thursday, September 29, 2005

a Dog in a Dog eat Dog world ... or not

Regarding my last few posts here, even I lost myself when I re-read them. Aristotle’s writings make more sense than mine and that is quite a statement – those of you have read him will agree. My man, Aristotle, could've been a genius but he sure had a tendency to ramble on incoherently but that's what smart people do - digress frequently; therefore, he is excused. Either way, since I realized too much philosophy does do you in after a while. Today, I made a conscious effort to stay clear of the philosophy texts and wander university hallways instead. Out of all the faculty hallways I could’ve chosen to pollute, I chose Nursing. Why? Well, it’s been four hours since the incident and I am yet to answer that question. I don’t quite know why. My feet forced me in that direction somehow and I got carried away. I bet it was the nurse talk I overheard in the washroom earlier in the morning today that hypnotized me. Two eager nurses-to-be couldn’t suppress their excitement to visit a morgue on a class project to open up cadavers and there I was, barely digesting my breakfast which upon hearing their conversation put up even more struggle to being digested.

So, I went into the Nursing Faculty. Nice and quiet. It was my first time. I’ve never had the guts to walk in. Anything to do with opening up cadavers hadn’t really figured on my list of interests yet. There I was, amidst happy faces eager to learn how to make me pee into a bottle. Stethoscopes, syringes – ah all sorts of equipment required to test vitals (is that what they call them) – were adorned on one wall whilst there were pictures of the faculty and the shining stars of the faculty on the other. Mostly women, I couldn’t resist smiling to myself. It still is a female dominated field.

Perhaps I am no one to pass judgments or complain because nurses are a valuable asset of a ‘healthy’ society, pun intended. Without them, the medical system that we are so proud of would be a complete disaster. Being a nurse is a vocation that helps you get in touch with your human side if you choose to do so, I was told by a nurse once. Some people are born to, I was also told, do just that – be a nurse. It is their calling. I was friends with this girl Sharon once. She was taking Engineering when I met her. Two years into the engineering program, she quit to go be a nurse. I was rather surprised with the decision in addition to being a wee bit jealous because she had found her calling – her calling to be a nurse and spend the rest of her life helping the needy and caring for the sick. Hey, we all start our careers off at idealism; so did she. Despite all that, I can’t help being judgmental. If there is one job that I wouldn’t do even if someone were to put a gun to my head (not that dramatic) is of nursing. Not because I am unsympathetic or I lack heart (hopefully), it’s just that if I have to work in a medical environment anyway, why not be a doctor than a nurse?

You might think that I have serious ego issues but why settle for second best when you can be the best? I really don’t quite understand why people make a CHOICE to be a nurse and not a doctor if they are going to waste the rest of their lives in a hospital anyway? Oh, did I say waste? I apologize. I would completely understand if you don’t get admission to a medical school and you choose to be a nurse in that case but for people, whose life aim is to become a nurse – I am baffled. Why ‘choose’ to be the second best in a field that you ‘choose’ to work in? It applies to every career. Shouldn’t the target always be the best? If efforts don’t pay off as well as expected and you settle for the second best, that’s totally understandable. S&*t does happen. Even the best of us fail at times but why opt for failure before even attempting? I am trying not to be judgmental. Just questioning like Socrates did centuries ago :p. I really am curious. What makes all of us so different from each other?

Let's assume that the drive, the passion, the fire I have in me is lacking in my brother. We’ve had the same upbringing but I’d go to any extent to achieve perfection but he’s satisfied with mediocre results. Why do I have intense imperialistic tendencies whilst he doesn't? What is the factor that makes us so fundamentally different? Thought provoking huh? If anyone has an answer, you know what door to knock on. All said and done, I guess it’s time to save my bum now. I apologize to all the health workers out there whom I might’ve offended as a result of my ignorance. I am but a child still learning. Long live the health care teams! May they always be there to help me if, God forbid, I need them! :)

Hurray to taxpayers’ Canadian Health Services

Hurray to the long line ups in the ER where more than half of Canadians seeking treatment are there for less-than-urgent conditions

Hurray to the painfully long waiting times to see a specialist after being diagnosed with cancer

Hurray to the medical brain drain, thanks to lousy paycheques (and relatively high student loans)

The list goes on ……………

I shall go munch on Pringles instead.

Hurray Pringles … Celebrating Canada!

Hurray Incoherent Digressions.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

Passion For Truth

Passion For Truth

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Happiness / Unhappiness - all a Perception?

Lately, I’ve been more than enamoured with the splendid colours of fall that have engulfed Calgary, like it does every year, during this time of year. Strange as it may sound, this is the first time since I’ve been here that I actually appreciate fall. Dead leaves sweeping the newly paved road lined with yellowing trees on both sides is sure a sight worth driving at the posted speed limit for a change. Even the hills by my house, which I am habitual of driving by without much notice, today boast of beautiful shades of brown and yellow that leaves me awestruck every time I make an effort to ‘check the hills out’. Yep, nature has won; I am impressed.

Fall, precedent to the dark and gloomy winter, has always been a saddening affair for me. Never did I look at the beauty it brought with it. Never did I consider the effect a fallen leaf might have on me. Never did I acknowledge an end to be a part of life. I’ve often heard that all good things come to an end; summer comes to an end too with the onset of fall, which in itself, now I notice, is a mesmerizing experience. As usual, this brings me to my topic of discussion for today – what is happiness? How is it that something that once made you sad can make you happy in a different circumstance? Like a dear friend of mine tells me time and again, “You can’t be happy because you don’t want to be happy”. Unfortunately, I have to agree. The only means of survival for people like me, ‘unhappies’ as I like to call us, is to feed off negative energy around us. Listening to music at all times – preferably the blues, reading tragic literary pieces, expecting the worse in everyone around us, letting pessimism take full control of our lives are some of the generic characteristics of us unhappies.

Since I have long accepted the fact that I am an unhappy, I’ve been exploring the road to happiness because I am rather bored of the unhappy world. My first and only analysis on the road to discovery of happiness, though still unproved in the world of science, is that happiness is only a perception. Happiness is what your mind makes you believe. If we view everything we might venture upon in the course of life with a positive attitude and an optimistic mindset, we are happy else the membership of the clan of unhappies is always free. We’ve more than often encountered the term ‘move on’ in our lives; what exactly is moving on? How do we move on? We move on by choosing to forget the negatives or the wrong doings that might have happened to/with us and focus on the positives in what life has to offer for now. Why can’t we do that all the time? Instead of letting probability of negative results bogging us down, we could just as easily concentrate on a positive result and work towards it without feeling tensed or strained like we normally do.

Some argue that being excessively positive leads to high expectations and hence, if in case the expected results are not achieved, it results in more hurt than it would have otherwise. But isn’t that what we derive our strength from? Our failures. A man/woman who hasn’t failed in life hasn’t lived. Why fear failure if we truly intend to live and not just exist? Failures are the biggest teachers in life; we get hurt once and next time, we wouldn’t feel as bad if put in a similar situation again. Fair enough? Plus why worry about something we can’t even control? None of us even know if we’ll be alive tomorrow. It is quite possible that my sister or my brother might murder me in my sleep tonight. You never know. (err that was a joke but you get my point)

I vow today that I will only listen to happy Elmo, Barney type tunes from now onwards. I will only eat home cooked food and appreciate it from the bottom of my heart. I will spend 5 minutes with nature every day upcoming winter to appreciate its freezing beauty. YAAAAA RITE! Sabar Koti rocks, dudes and dudettes! If you have no idea what I am talking about, skip this para, next one’s waiting for you. Sabar Koti’s new album Hanju is – I can’t find words – boy he is GOOD! Beautifully written songs (by whoever) and sung even better (by Koti of course). Mesmerizing! Even sufiana music doesn’t move me to the extent Koti’s two songs ‘Hanju’ and ‘Yaad’ do. Therefore, they ought to be GOOD considering that I am pretty darn crazy about sufi lyrical delights. True that the aforementioned two songs are depressing but but but but ……………. they give me a reason to appreciate what I do have err I think :|. My friends would disagree and push me back into the unhappy club of unhappies. :( Ah, I can care less. GO SABAR! Hail the King Koti of unhappies! May you rule now and forever! I digress.

Ahem back to realism, please pray for me that I learn to accept life with its ups and downs, learn to not let negativities around me bring me down and learn to focus on the positives in my life whilst working towards an optimistic future. In case of failure, please pray for me that I have the strength to handle it and carry on as a better person from having learnt some valuable lessons that only life can impart. Please pray for me that I have strength of character, conviction, integrity, humility, modesty, and above all, compassion for everything that breathes. Please pray for me that I learn to appreciate fall even more and learn to appreciate winter while I am at it. Amen. Thank you. I shall say this prayer every night before retiring to bed. Some of you might write it off as ‘funny crap’ (rite?) but it truly works, at least for me, in achieving the ultimate goal in life for me – happiness. So, umm in layman terms, bugger off. :p

All that aside …………

Saade haase saaton russ gaye ne
Hanjuaan naal pai gayi yaari ni
Jeehda duniya te koi daru na
Aisi tu laayee bimaari ni
Fatt rissde taan aseen rok laye
Dhadkan da rukna baaki e

Jeehde vich teri yaad payi
Dil kadh ke suttna baaki e

Courtesy: Sabar Koti’s song Yaad

Damn! Can the song get any better? It twists up my insides in knots – especially listening to Koti’s god blessed incredibly tragic voice. I hope I can at least write that well one day because singing is surely an impossible task this lifetime heh.

On a final note …

Saada haal vekh ke ro paye
Fir ronde ronde tutt gaye
Aseen jadd vee ni taariyaan di loye baithe aan
Tainu ki dassiye …. Tainu ki dassiye
Aseen dhur andar takk leeraan hoye baithe aan
Tainu ki dassiye …………

Once again, I digress.

Incoherent Digressions Indeed.

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Blast(s) from the past

Blast(s) from the past

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

Love - still bitter still sweet

News Flash

X approached me after reading my previous post with the justification:
“In the context of love, I’m not sure if I’m sacrificing my love for her or I am asking of her to preserve love whilst I detach myself from the people I love. Maybe I am young, maybe I am not ready for commitment just yet, does that mean I don’t love her??”

My response: Yep, you did make some sense for a change – you ARE young – take it however you might.

That leads me to my today’s discourse on the topic “commitment”. What is commitment? If I quote dictionary.com once again, my friend E’s going to send goons to my house and get me beat up; therefore, I shall try and conjure up a definition as I see it best. To me, commitment, in a ‘love’ relationship specifically, means pledging allegiance to the other person in the relationship no matter what the circumstance. It certainly doesn’t require running around the GGS four times in a row. It doesn’t require you to orbit around fire within a certain time frame either. It most certainly doesn’t require a minister present whilst you commit yourself to your loved one. What it does need is maturity as a result of - various personal experiences in life, confidence in one’s own decisions, abilities, will power, and perhaps, a vision to some extent. In addition to that, it also requires interest to a relatively high degree, strong feelings, intense passion for who ever or whatever it is that you commit yourself to – be it your partner, career, vocation, or just a hobby. That, to me, is commitment.

In X’s case scenario, there can’t be any commitment because there is no clear vision for the future. He is unsure of what’s going to happen due to reasons I shouldn’t even have to mention anymore; you, as intelligent readers, know better. What bothers me is the fact that he expects Y to wait along while he sorts his situation out by detaching himself from the ones he loves (parents)? Does he really expect Y to wait around? My guess is just as good as yours. I’m just as confused as you are. As far as my information goes, if Y detaches herself completely from him at this point, X is allowing her because he feels he doesn’t have a choice. Now, if I analyze this situation again, let’s say, X really does ‘love’ Y but due to the situation as it is, Y chooses to commit herself to Z and by that time, it’s already too late for X to be even sorting out his issues – Y is gone. Should relationships, built over time with persistence and patience, be let go of that easily based on assumptions deeply rooted in sheer stupidity? I am officially at a loss for words or maybe I’m just overworking myself.

It’s time for lunch.

V8 Original Blend 354 mL – servings of three vegetables per bottle.

hmmm

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Love - Bitter/Sweet?

Love - Bitter/Sweet?

Passage of Time

Passage of Time

Wednesday, September 07, 2005

Stupidity revisited

Stupidity revisited

An apple a day keeps the DOCTOR AWAY!

An apple a day keeps the DOCTOR AWAY!

Seriously? Violence? Abuse?

Seriously? Violence? Abuse?

The Kanye West controversy and Katrina havoc on Bush Admin



This is a video of Kanye West's and Mike Myer's appearance for a American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fundraiser telecast live on NBC. Be patient, it takes time to load. Kanye, a rap artist by profession, made some comments that are rendered 'racist' by a certain percentage of non-black population in America and he has also been labelled immature, an opportunist and uninformed by a a certain percentage as well. Transcript is available here.

Kanye was cut off at the end by NBC when the camera shifts to Chris Tucker who appears as speechless as Mike Myers who shared the screen with West when he made those much talked about comments. NBC telecast this fundraiser live on the east coast while they edited out Kanye's comments on the west. Fundraiser received more calls of complaints rather than donations. What's your take on the issue?

My take - well, it wasn't the best approach on Kanye's behalf according to me. It was a fundraiser targetted towards raising of relief funds that was a failure due to his comments. In support of Kanye though, I believe it takes a lot of guts to come out in the open and mention what is sadly but partially true. Bush administration might not necessarily be racist but it sure has displayed a rather insensitive attitude towards the poor (have nots). There is one instance that I read somewhere of a cop putting a gun to a poor woman's head because she was looting .. for what? for food for her child. Sad, innit? W. has failed the american population immensely despite whatever excuse the administration might have for their failure.

Another couple of articles that I'd like to share with you regarding this situation
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/06/opinion/06kristof.html
http://www.nytimes.com/2005/09/03/opinion/03dowd.html

God bless all.