Daring, risky, and naughty......

 Put these three together and what common theme could come together, Sss... Trend setting fashions.

It is what makes the world spin, many an off shoot industry survives to make up, ( pun intentional) and sustain Nature in and around us.

Creating fashions has been with us, ever since self esteem was noticed, and looks mattered more than just survival.


Queen Cleopatra would have been a walking model in her Egyptian court, setting and unsettling fashions, to her whims and fancies, with the desert heat, warming her insides.


Making heads turn magnetically is an art, even if it is a hole to the owner of the wallet, who pays.


Voyeurism and exhibitionism are like yin/yang, blended into each other, in the oriental countries.

Now there is no East and West, the world is one, in art, science, cuisine and Fashions.

Everyone is a model, and life is, walking on the ramp in a straight line.

One must know, where to draw the line and walk on it, without causing trouble, yet drawing the attention of those around.

We are all models, in a world of admiration, Now take that step.

Win your Independence

 The whispers from behind the ears are very subtle and commanding, the words maybe few, but the hints would already have a string within, to carry out the instructions.

I noticed this recently, by the pillion rider cooing the words into the ears of the two wheeling driver. (very convenient)

The other places are at a public gathering on the stage, when we notice a whisperer, pick a listener to pass on a hint.

Most of these are not personal assistants but manipulators, and the ears are of the manipulated.

The whisperers are the navigators, and the listeners are the drivers.

Are you a manipulator or the manipulated? Rare are the few who do not belong to either of them.

Let us seek to have them in the front, and if they won't, stop, turn and face them.

Rare are those who would see your eyes, and whisper a command of authority.

Maybe you will make mistakes, the other maybe right, so what, next time you will see them upfront, making a request, than manipulate you.

You will be Free.

If you are the freedom offering kind, do not manipulate anyone.

P. S.
Individual freedom has to be won, only by you, you are a freedom fighter.

Where is your smile ?

 We are all Zorros, with a mask on, not on a horseback, with no cause to fight for, but scared to survive in this world of infections, which the world endured for millions of years, but now suffers from the hands of mankind, with his manipulation.

Where is your mask  ? Those who ask this question are those who have suddenly been placed in a position of authority, built with no skill, but with a cap of control and place.

I am beginning to loose the happiness that comes on seeing a smile, I do not know most of the people I see, I am unable to understand the talk, as I do not see the lips move.

The face behind a mask is a mystery, and instead of trying to de-mystify the person, it is time we try to understand the manipulation of the science involved, and drop the mask to freedom from the disease, and what brought it on.

First step, stop spreading the fear, switch off the, "tell lies vision", (Originality-anonymous) read and research every thing.

And,

Spread your smile.  

Only MBBS ?

 The ones who question are the ones who are willing to accept things on google, and accept the rulings of those who are not in the medical field, but placed themselves conveniently within.

Go around the village, same thing, the ones who bring on this question are the ones who go to consult a quack with no medical degree.

How ridiculous  !

In other continents, a patient does not get to see a super specialist unless refered by a general practitioner.

It is time, we in the medical field do not get caught in this game, any studies, with intensity and passion will take you places, any number of alphabets behind a name, for the sake of the public is a false nomination, expecting the general public to toe the line to you.

Every degree earned with hard work and regularity is a degree got with pride, you must be at a medical degree convocation to feel it.

Do not insult anybody with this line, change it to something else, or shut up, and get to realise  what the graduate knows.

P. S.
If you have wasted your time, while graduating, any number of degrees will not change you.  

A white coat gets dirty.

 The purity and dignity of a profession is getting eroded, not for any other reason, but because of our acceptance of the indignities placed upon us, by first placing us on a pedestal, ( you are noble, godly) and then throwing things at us, when we cannot duck or avoid the rots.

In a city, the medical fraternity is safe and isolated, in the village, we get to move around in close proximity, to the general public.


You could get to bump into a patient at the market, consulting you for an ailment.


They are always requested to meet us at our place, but they get a chance to corner us in the open, and tickle our spirit, either up or down.


Now, not being enough the policy makers have a hold on us, making it a rule that we have to meet the public at their place.


If the patients cannot, and do not come to you, go to them, be it their holy grounds of worship, their political party rallies, or their crowded weekly markets.


Ding your white coats, polished shoes, it is not the soiling of them that matters, but the murkyness of many a white collar that is exposed.  

An evening outdoors.

 One day after our visit to Rasikas Fusion, Salem, the aroma of the incense is still on my breath.

The parking is right for 4 four wheelers, and a dozen two wheelers, but that is not a worry, the whole street is yours.

The ground and first floors, could accomodate a hundred diners, if u plan to come with your first, second and third cousins, along with their families.

The height of the table has been adjusted to the simple chairs and sofas, for a relaxed meal.

The service is prompt, without a haste, the menu, a sea of a difference to the land.

Best for a lone diner, Ideal for the couple, great for a family of six, and wonderful for a class of grownup university children.

The sea food was a wonder, crab soup, big prawns, fish fillets, phuket fish, and the tawa, the tawa was ordered for the second, in our table itself.

Since ours was a large family of student friends, the orders were a blend.

Am sure every visit would be different, if you have the heart for variety, or you could stick to your regular chicken, for its flavour, and your instinct habitual heart.

The vegetarian menu could get the non vegetarians to their side, if they were ordered by the neighbouring table, the mushrooms with basil, and cauliflower gravy and rotis, and paneer balls, and oh I forgot the sweetcorn soup, with no added sugar.

The desserts were multi tracks, as I noticed the momos, creams, and more being relished.

Whatever the occasion, Fusion of Rasikas, is a tick on the calender, for the first of the many visits.

Annachi kadai

 It is a small neat restaurant facing North, close to the salem museum gate, on saradha college road.

We were two returning from a trek, and accidentally we found this place.

Hyderabadi Chicken biriyani for my friend, rogue, and cutlah fish for me.

My fish pieces were first shown for inspection and acceptance, before the preparation.

We relished the simple dish, my fishes were served with onions, raitha and a masala gravy for my friend, for his biriyani.

Other dishes were there, kabab, and chicken varieties with herbs, it seemed today was the first day for afternoon service, they are a regularity for the evenings, non veg soup varieties.

Economical, tasty, neat, simple service with kindness.

We both enjoyed our lunch.

They are not yet well known, but you will make them become, when you feel what we did.