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I am an Eye and Retina Surgeon. Special interest in Diabetic Eye Diseases. I Blog to unravel the jumbled answers within me...to hold your hand when youre down.... to make you laugh.... to find The One. .... e mail: diabeticeyeclinic@gmail.com

Sunday 28 October 2012

My First Foray

I was born naked.... Well, all of us are born naked.... Nothing new about that.... Nothing bombastic either.... Unless ofcourse youre born to Angelina Jolie or Kim Kardashian's sis or Cher (sighhhh, that list is endless).... So coming back to the point, my initial naked foray into the world was met with a slap on my tush.... To this date i like to believe it was because i had a sexy tush and the nurse was a female..... Everyone’s entitled to his beliefs…. You have your Jesus who turned water into wine, I believe my tush is sexy.

My next access to the world was crawling around... Foraging through the accumulated dust on my house floor (there were no house maids nor ayahs at that time)... (and dont any of you smart asses show this blog to my mom)...Then i took my first steps... It was greeted with such howling and shouting that i presumed that I had poo pooed and then stomped in it and was stomping around the house….But it turns out everyone but me was excited about my first steps…. I mean, come on, whats there to be excited about a tot waddling and tottering around like a squat duck?...And to add to the fun I did really pee and poo with all their shouting and screaming. I tell you, these adults are a little crazy for my liking.

Some years later my foray into the world was as a teenager. Hormones were raging. The female species of the Homosapiens started to look alluring and it seemed as if their hind sites were giving me the come hither glances. It seemed as if their mammaries were hooting for me to take charge….. all that’s well, but I looked like a billy goat with sprouts of hair from my chin and my body of the shape of an ungainly giraffe and my voice cracking like a toad…. The females that I desired seemed to be desiring the geriatrics of the teenage age band. All the hopes of fornication were lost into spurting dreams.

Then came the larger foray. College over, I was pushed into the harsh world. All the college festivals and picnics and rose days were washed away in the harsh reality of pushing your way against the crowd into an already full Fast train arriving from Virar into Andheri. Then pushing your face into anothers armpit, your sweaty body being passively massaged by a swaying train. If you could change position, that means you had erroneously boarded the train on a Sunday. After this sweaty wrestling you would get down at Churchgate and in your Clinic listen to the woes and travails of a patient who had just gotten down from his Mercedes and was lamenting his becoming presbyopic. I swear to God, if I could have given in to my urges to hit them in the chin with my elbow, I would not be so psychologically deranged just now.


After that came the foray of smart phones and computers into my life. I remember the days of carrying around an entire PCO and calling it a “Mobile”. Phones became smaller, computers became smaller, distances became larger and yet seemed smaller. Love came to mean a hello-hi instead of walking the moon drenched Marine drive eating peanuts and cotton candy. You could easily avoid a person by not picking a call instead of looking into the eye and meekly stating your excuse.

But most of all it meant that tiny tots and twerps could ask me: You don’t blog?? ....... You Don’t Blog !! ?? ......Man, you talk great…. You give a lot of advice… You try to show your extraordinary wit ( I am not totally sure whether that was a compliment)…… You are well read (I am not again totally sure whether that was a compliment too)….. But no, the world persisted: You don’t blog?? … Well so on the encouragement and insistence of some characters called as Yatin Gupta, Jazz, Evangel, Dragon, Gairo, 00, Scrat, here I am….Do I curse them or do I say thankyou….

Lets not jump the gun…My foray into the blog world will be their answer.... the point isnt whether they deserve the thanks... They do.... Listening to someone, giving voice, encouraging a tiny toddlers steps is the most awesome gift you could give.... The point is where i started.... Nakedness... i am laying myself bare, naked in these blog forays of mine.... Do help me, do encourage me, do lend me a hand when i totter..... Because all that a toddler shall become, all the greatness is but a result of the people who loved him.. People who held the hand... Hold mine... Please