Familiar strangers

I was thinking to myself the other day…. About all the familiar strangers we are friends with… Now you are probably wondering if there was too much sugar in my cereal this morning… But hold up… I’m not crazy…

giphy (2)Ok, well maybe just a little bit.

If you still didn’t get what i’m going on about, then here it is… I’m talking about the many many social media friends we all have…

Its just plain creemy-own-social-media.jpgpy that we know a tad too much about them! (Pun intended , of course).

‘Stories’ have become the latest craze where we are practically showing clips of our lives to all our dear familiar strangers…oh i’m sorry, ‘friends’.

I’m serious here… I know the littlest details of everyone’s lives… Including people I don’t even talk to anymore! And the worst part is.. when I actually meet these people in real life… I find myself running out of things to actually talk about with them…

And the sad part is, most of the time… we do things just to put them on our social media. We are not having fun or making memories, we are simply creating a post. All in the hopes of getting more likes than the person next to us or maybe to catch a special someone’s attention.

We all need a social media detox before everybody we know ends up becoming a familiar stranger! Let’s vow to spend more time enjoying ourselves and do things that make us forget our phones!




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This little light of mine.

I’ve always been fascinated by lights. Particularly how they completely change the character of a space or a setting!

I’ve always wanted to decorate my entire house with fairy lights .. the walls, the rooms, even the mirror! It gives off some pretty strong boho vibes doesn’t it?

These lights are so dope, I think i wouldn’t mind being wrapped in one like a christmas tree (Esp during the holidays!)

That’s when I came across these fantastic photographs by a New York photographer Brandon Woelfel. His photography got famous on instagram and soon he became a sensation with over 400k followers.IMG_2461+2.jpgThis one is one of my favourites… He has an amazing eye for photography and his post production skills are amazing as well!

IMG_8216.jpgHis photographs are always full of playful light and have some kind of dynamic movement in them! Doesn’t that light seem to be dancing to his tune?

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The lights in his photographs seem to come to life as they entwine and play with the subject of the photograph…

And its not just the lights… Its flowers… soap bubbles… and even pink sparkles!


Seems to me like a modern twist to a happy little fantasy world… A world of lights, motion and happiness! A place where fantasy and reality seem to merge together quite happily.

IMG_0720.jpgThis is him. He’s given a new definition to bokeh photography and is just 22 years old!

He recently published his first photography book, Luminiscence which has all his recent photographs that seem to be so different yet blend together perfectly.


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Storm and Silence.

Hey guys! How many of you here are into wattpad?? I sure am! Growing up I was a complete bibliophile.. coming to think of it…I still am…(though I don’t have as much time as I did before)

A couple of years back I discovered this amazing app called wattpad and its a shame that many people still don’t know it yet. Well for those of you who don’t it is basically a storytelling online community… You can read stories written by other users or you could write some yourself. You can even vote for books you like or recommend some to a friend… Go on… Try it out here.

I started out loving this app that practically gave me access to unlimited books … And that too for free! Later however I found books to be repetitive and poorly written… I even found a book that was written in broken English!

However, I found out that not all the books there were bad and some were actually quite nice. One such book (That happens to be my current favorite ❤ ) is Storm and Silence by Robert Thier.

It is a historic romance novel but trust me, even if you hate this genre to the core…you will still love this book!


It is a story set in Victorian times where a feminist, Lilly Linton, is desperate to fight for women’s rights and suffrage. However in order to do this, she needs the help of a dark dangerous man… a man, Rikkard Ambrose, who is the definition of a ‘male chauvinistic pig’ and will do anything to get what he wants.  And he is a handsome hunk!

Lilly finds that she has to fight hard, not just for feminism.. but for her growing attraction towards Mr. Ambrose.


This book was so good I could literally not put it down. Sir Rob (as he calls himself) has a flare for writing and amazing ways of describing things.


I was so into this book that I couldn’t stop until I read all the books in the series! I’m now at the 4th book in the series and patiently wait every Wednesday for a new chapter to be released 😦

superthumb.jpg If you haven’t read this already, go try it right away! Trust me you will love it, and re-read it as well.

You can try reading this story on Radish too or maybe buy the book here.


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Slip of the shoe

You know you’ve had a bad day when mid morning…Your shoes decide to break.. And it feels like after that, everything in the world is just so wrong… You get what i’m saying don’t you?

It so happened to me a couple of says ago… Right when I was in college… with my favorite pair of Kolhapuri ones that my mother had gifted me a couple of years ago.

f2364138da35ec8d99821dd3ddd0f3e4.jpgMine were similar to this except they were a dark pink with sunny bright yellow. Yes i’m a colorful person :p You would probably never see me sporting an all-black outfit. (The whole ‘black is an architect’s dress code’ is a complete myth btw. )

Anyways, my right shoe decided to tear that morning and I was in college dragging my feet about like a funny thing the whole day. I realized then, that the little things in life (like footwear for example) have a huge impact on our mood and temperament.

I tried to sneakily use the college office glue and stapler to fix it but it just wouldn’t get fixed. Well I obviously couldn’t wait around for the other shoe to drop (Literally speaking in this case :P) so after college I went with one of my best friends to find a nearby cobbler. Unfortunately for me there was no cobbler nearby and no shoe shops either.

My house was over 12 kms away from college so I relied on public transport and my two good feet to get back home. Today of course, that wasn’t possible.

That’s when this best friend of mine took my torn ones and gave me her good shoes to go back home with. This was not easy for her since she drives a two wheeler to her house which was far away as well.

This was one of the nicest gestures someone ever did for me and it’s a wonderful feeling knowing that someone’s always got your back. Makes you realize that life is not so bad after all.


Best friend, if you are reading this, thank you for being my octopus ❤


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Make a Memory, not a Picture

I hate taking pictures! There I said it! Stop gasping you overly dramatic people …let me explain.

I’m not against the idea of capturing a temporary moment in permanent vivid colours that might fade on the edges but never in the emotion. Afterall we are only human and memories will fade and maybe become a transparent sheet for a new memory. So yeah pictures are great, especially to look back on during a get together years later and laugh at the hair style, the fashion sense, that crush you were trying to stand next to, those awful naked baby pictures and I could go on.

I enjoy doing all of the above and more but I don’t seem to have the ability to take pictures to make a memory. Like if I went for a picnic I’d rather eat, crack jokes, play tag, climb trees or anything really than take a picture. Especially now with instagram, Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat and many more social sites, pictures which were for loved ones who you can’t see often , it has become a forum to get the most likes. Nothing against it coz we are human and we all want to feel loved.

I’m sure not many people agree with me and that’s cool coz the world would be a boring place if there were too many mes, and the camera wouldn’t have been invented :p.

I’d rather make a memory than make a picture, tell me what you think.

Signing off,


It’s okay to be alone sometimes …

My friend tells me that there are two types of people in this world – the ones that entertain and the ones that observe. Ha I’m just kidding (thats a line from Britney Spears – circus). In a weird way she’s right, when people are put under pressure they react differently but can be divided into two large groups – introverts and extroverts.

When we joined medical college we were given a test in a palliative medicine class to find out which we are. It was supposed to help us see that everyone is different and you can’t treat them all alike. Ideally the extroverts are the ones who were more into debates and cultural activities while the introverts were more individual sportsmen or the studious ones.

So we were debating between the introverts and the extroverts, and it was surprising how true to our natures we are. Like honestly the extroverts were all in the introverts faces and nothing was communicated in the end. It was slightly hilarious

The thing is all of us are different. So when we try to understand someone else like they are us, there is bound to be misunderstandings. For example a friend of mine has been trying to get a huge bunch of people to go out and I was supposed to be one if the bunch. The outing never happened coz a few of us said no. She was very annoyed and we had an argument (sounds nicer than a ‘fight’). For me an outing is about the food and I’d rather go alone. For her an outing is about the people. It took us both a while to understand the other person’s side to the story and then we calmed down. 

That’s how a lot of relationships break, coz they dont want to see the other persons side. So when I want to be alone it doesn’t mean I don’t like you or I’m depressed or I’m angry, some people are just made that way. 

Signing off,


Sounds in the forest.

Well, judging by that title you must think i’m gonna tell you a creepy story about what happened when i went to the forest. You are probably picturing masked men and and the rustling of leaves. Well no, this isn’t a horror tale. It is about a beautiful installation I recently came across.

Forest megaphones, Estonia

In most cases architecture is seen and not heard. This is just sad, considering the most memorable of spaces are those that heighten more than just our optical sense.

To me, experience is a major part of architecture and this right here is a perfect example of architecture’s acoustic ability.


This is an installation of three literally giant megaphones designed by students in Estonia to amplify the sounds of the forest.

The installation is featured in Estonia’s Pähni Nature Centre, known for its study trails and using the forest as its “outdoor classroom.” Student Birgit Õigus designed the piece along with her classmates as a part of the Estonian Academy of Arts.


This installation is called Ruup. It invites you to read forest sounds and offers hikers and wanderers a possibility to rest their feet and their minds. Here, you can sit, sleep, think and listen. You can select between a small and a large view, depending on which direction you look in the Ruup. It is an open library with only one book – the nature.

These conical shapes provide a platform for outdoor classrooms, small-scale cultural events and concerts. You can actually do just about anything. You are only limited to your imagination.


These ‘bandstands’ vary in size and form but, at 3m diameter, they are the perfect size to climb into. Imagine being a musicion and even playing there.


Visitors that come here are found lounging inside these megaphones, listening to the sounds of the forest.

51% of Estonia is covered with forests and according to author Valdur Mikita, ‘Estonian culture is intertwined and imbued with forests’. This sure makes me feel like visiting this place.

Talk about giving Mother Nature a megaphone.


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Do adults do that? 

I’m definitely an adult. I mean I’m 18+ so I’m definitely an adult. At least legally I’m definitely an adult. Others definitely think I’m an adult. I think?

Do you ever wonder what in the world does an adult do? I mean I remember looking at adults when I was small and felling like they knew exactly what they were doing. Now that I am here on the other side, I’m not so sure. But dang did those ‘adults’ make it look believable. I’m sure they used used the tips A gave in the article ‘how to be an adult 101’.


I think I should implement it in my life before something stupid happens and trust me I’m one those people who trouble keeps finding.

I’m the one who gets caught pulling funny faces with my tongue out at the kid on the bus, falling off a bunch of steps coz I still haven’t figured out the whole gravity and balance thing or dancing to barbie- aqua. Am I the only one who learnt about trismus (inability to open the mouth) and tried talking like that for an hour? Or tried balancing a cup full of tea on my head only to end up with tea all over me? Well maybe I’m the only adult whose still not grown up or maybe not?

I in fact challenge you to a childish bet where you have to do something childish and blog about it or …well you know your the wet chicken :p

Signing off,


In Clinics

Clinics is what we call the discussion we have of a patient after we work them up. So basically its the part of the day when we spend 2hrs working up the patient after reading a 100 books the previous day to know what to do only to find out we did everything wrong. Well one mistake made makes one mistake less the next time right? Except when you find a new mistake to make every time.

Well any who during clinics we learn the right way to do a few tests. I remember the first time we learnt about the Chvostek sign (I challenge you guys to say all the signs I ever mention and make a gif and put it in your blogs somewhere) which checks for hypocalcemia. So this is a sign where you tap the cheek and check for muscle twitching (I bet you tried it). There isn’t much funny with that. No but imagine the same thing with about 10 people standing in a solemn semicircle just tapping each others cheeks 5 mins solid in the middle of the hospital corridor. 

Don’t even get me started on the whole learning to tapping issue (that’s the story for another day).

Signing off,


P. S. Don’t forget to tell us about your professional foibles. 

The HARDEST job in the world …

The hospital I think is the saddest place to be in. Especially the Medicine department in a tertiary health care centre. In a surgery ward there is at least a constant out flow of patients which gives doctors the satisfaction of having done something. 

I’m in medicine now and it’s just so overwhelming. Especially when you see a patient at the start of the posting, and a month later when your going to a new posting, they are still there mostly worse off than better.
The hardest job in the world is sitting in a hospital unsure of what is going to happen to your relative who is deteriorating before your eyes, and there is nothing you can do about it. Doctors have it easy, afterall they can take a bunch of history and do relevant examination and investigations. At least they have an idea of whats happening, or at least the illusion of science, but to the members of the family to whom nothing makes sense, starting from the why to the how it’s the worst time. It doesn’t matter if it’s a day or a month of hospital stay, it’s still has the same effect on them.

Yesterday I saw a patient who was so fragile and weak. She was so sick that she couldn’t lift herself off the bed to pee in the bedpan. Her husband stayed with her the whole time. Through us asking her a bunch of questions to turning her around to making her stand. He was her legs, hands and any other body part she needed.

Today we saw another patient who couldn’t eat on his own and his wife was with him, feeding him his daily requirements.

I realised something then, the doctors are given so much respect for what they do but what these people do is so much harder. Thank you to all those who have experienced sickness in someone’s life and made everyone’s work easier and the sickness seem slightly lesser by just being there.

Signing off,