A blog by Dr. Anuj Kumar
It’s OK if you are 80 year old It’s perfectly fine with me , if your plaster gives way, walls corrode with moisture, or the roof leaks with the torrential precipitation. It’s acceptable that I have to spend a fortune in painting you, in maintaining your ages old architecture. I accept it all. How can …
Those extra ‘few’ pounds that stick to your belly or hips or thighs are the magic reserves….don’t waste your hard earned money to melt those extra pounds of fat ,in the heat of the exotic gyms and superfluous trainers. After attaining 50, when you are prone to all kinds of infections and diseases…remember that it’s easy …
I noted the first strand of greying, a while ago. Welcome the evening! I think I was in my late forties. I distinctly remember that I was grossly upset and palpably depressed. Me! greying? was not my cup of tea. Brimming with youthful energy, virile galore and a self proclaimed Adonis persona. Signs of ageing …
Sitting on a bench by the side of a company garden, I watched two small children play on a swing. One child went up, the other went down, and vice versa. My eyes were glued to the swing on the colourful and joyful side of my greying sixties, but my mind worked in endless …
I slept late at night, following a small party with the usual razzmatazz. I had barely doused in my much awaited slumber when my cellphone rang, showing an unknown number. There was a desperate person speaking in local dialect. ‘Is it Dr.Anuj?’ ‘Yes, it’s me’ ‘doctor sahab, my daughter’s hand his crushed in the table …
The Enigma – Destiny or God? I am a God fearing person, doing worship (Pooja) everyday in the morning, for the last how many years, don’t remember. However, I also very strongly believe in the constraints of destiny and abide by the protocol and the happenings. To the extent that I must have consulted myriad …
Wonder what would happen if the sky was white and the soil black?. What if nature was white and the water black? What if there were no shades of life? I sat down in my black chair with white cushions in a room that was painted white with a black ceiling fan overhead. There …
I was sitting in the chamber of my Microsurgery Centre one evening, and there was a sudden commotion outside. A villager dressed in very rustic and filthy attire was standing with a small child in his lap. There was a dirty linen bag that showed bloodstains. The child was in a whining frenzy and …
From the busy running around and exhaustive day schedule, I finally sat down in the lonely corner of my sprawling lush green garden under the big swaying ‘Khajoor’ tree. In the slow moving breeze I was watching the frolics of a small butterfly on one of the blooming Ixora bushes. What is the relationship of …
Standing on the platform while waiting to receive someone, I was squashed by a million heads. I saw a million human skeletons running amuck. So many faces wearing so many colours and features, no one alike. Oh dear, who architects so many heads, that no one looks alike. I, as a so called author and …