Has life been reduced to insipid, semi technical one liners?

It may look so from what I have been putting in my LJ since nearly past two months, well the fact is – it is not so…

Just that at times life comes up with surprises which you seldom expect, with best of my programmers quitting in Jan I had logically expected a downtrend in productivity, that did not happen what happened that I have had to change my working style, pay closer attention to what goes on with each of the projects to the extent that I can anytime say to any of the programmers – move over I will do it myself without even wasting time to read the code.

On the flip side closer more intense interaction of the newer programmers has meant that they have learnt the best of what I know much faster. Naturally I intend to continue this way, may be I will have some CTO material soon and be able to retire. Ah! there I go dreaming again.

The day itself has been very nice so far, something like what has been happening in the longer term perspective. I turned out to be much better than feared. Hmmm… may be I am too paranoid or may be I am just getting older.

Day till now has been spent, in chronological order,

Reading mail, answering question on the Coppermine Dev team forum, playing UT original – may not know but his original UT cds are now owned by Aasim.

A little later my model friend turned up and wanted a photo session – she had bad PMS and that rubbed on to and in turn to me – I did get some pictures though.

Since it was decided that there will be no home cooked lunch to day we went out and had a fantastic lunch braving the scorching afternoon heat, while returning we got tubs of Pista and Almond Mocha ice cream to cool down. Which we settled to while watching Munnabhai MBBS for the 3 (or 5th) time.

Every doctor at some time of his college days is foolish enough to harbour more than necessary empathic feeling like Munnabhai would want us. I was cured of it by a patient of mine called Ramesh. He was young, 23 I guess, same age as me, a handsome Jat, jovial and friendly, called me Doctor bhaijan, much to my embarrassment, but I liked him. He had extensive bilateral pulmonary tuberculosis and was prone to bouts of severe heamoptesis (coughing blood). I was the resident doctor in-charge of the ward, my first major responsibility, I had pulled him back from near death twice (so I would like to think) the third time I had myself given blood to him, despite the fact that I had donated a week earlier. However the fifth time he was not so lucky. He died, he died even before I could reach the ward. His mother silently thanked me as I signed the death certificate, dumbfounded, trying to fathom the justification behind it all, questioning fairness of life and the likes.

No!! it was not the unfairness of it all which cured me.

Next day, the morning after his death as I was on the ward round, the nurses while clearing up his cabinet discovered a cache of medicines.

He never took any of the oral medicines which he was supposed to take!!!

Why and how he did that I never found out nor did I ever want to find out.