MY RECENT POSTS
- The invalid inquisition
December 22, 2012 06:04AM
- Organic opinions
September 12, 2012 09:54PM
- The Visible Personification of
September 01, 2012 10:17AM
- Med School Blues: being single
and lonely in medical school
July 04, 2012 08:24PM
- Psychiatric Ponderings
April 28, 2012 08:17AM
MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “This is why I have been
pretending to be a history
December 22, 2012 06:20AM
- “Ha! The second I
realized that one of my best
friends in med
December 22, 2012 06:17AM
- “Talk about making a
clean breast of it.”
September 12, 2012 09:57PM
- “Good job, Rachel. I
think food played a role in
beyond just satisfying
August 31, 2012 04:43PM
- “Think of it as
constructive criticism-- god
knows I need
people like you
July 21, 2012 12:21PM
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If you clicked on the link hoping to find new organic recipes or the extolation of organicism (it's a neologism, deal with it), then I must disappoint you. But, since you're already here, why not revel in some lexical drivel and medical humour?
This post is actually a long time coming.… Read full post »
One thing that never ceases to amaze me in medical school is the quality of my colleagues. Simply put, they’re fascinating individuals with diverse pasts and laurels galore. They’re funny, they’re smart, and they’re oddly attractive. No, no, I don’t mean they look odd or… Read full post »
I have borderline personality disorder.
Or at least that’s what I thought when I first studied psychiatry in my first year of medical school. In reality, all I had was medical student syndrome: the tendency of medial students to imagine that they have the disease they’re currently studyin… Read full post »
So simple it all seemed: if you suspect that a patient has a small bowel obstruction, you first try to relieve it by placing a tube down the patient’s nose and sucking out the gastrointestinal contents to relieve the pressure instead of being trigger happy with a scalpel (hmm…I’ve… Read full post »
At an ungodly hour in the dubiously furnished terminal 1 of Dubai’s dubiously overdecorated international airport, a simultaneously pained and irritated cry rang out: “Sir!”
Before I go any further, I must warn you that this post is merely the whim of a passing hour spent waiting f… Read full post »
My dear father, the earth has now completed 57 laps of the sun since you made your presence felt on earth. Being the impecunious medical student that I am, I’m going to attempt some linguistic gymnastics here to weasel my way out of getting you a gift today.
Apparently, I… Read full post »
Ok, fine, I admit it: I’m constipated. What did you say? That’s too much information? No, no, I didn’t mean to begin the year with a scatological post. Who’d do that? What sort of sicko would bandy the state of their colonic motility on the internet? Hmm.. actually, I would an… Read full post »
I was aghast.
We go through life taking many things for granted. If, for instance, you were told tomorrow that, despite all the contrary reports in the media, binge alcohol drinking was really the elixir of everlasting youth, your entire abstinent life would flash before your eyes and you&rsqu… Read full post »
I don’t think a member of my gender has ever proclaimed a more succinct self-indictment. Rumour has it that a male Martian once said “v sck,” which would certainly be more succinct, but I imagine the sentiment is the same.
Here’s why I’m indignant today:… Read full post »
Cupcakes are a problem.
I am constitutionally anti-cupcakes. I don’t particularly like how they taste-- even the ones people swear are gifts from heaven. In fact, I find that the harder confectioners try to make their cupcakes delectable, the more squalid they get, particularly those over… Read full post »
I have a not-so-secret shortcoming: I am not very good at
showing excitement in person.
Over googlechat or facebook chat, I can hide behind exclamation marks and superlatives. Brilliant, terrific, good show, and excellent seem to be my go-tos in this regard. My online correspondent usually sees the ge… Read full post »
This post is written for and from the perspective of the not-very-physically-attractive members of the male gender who actually have to work assiduously with words and deeds to make women acknowledge their existence. I have resigned myself to the august membership of this ilk. George Bernard Shaw and
This is a personal reflection about my work this summer and my last post on this blog. Please excuse the fluctuating volume; this is my first project of this sort. Thanks for following my blog this summer. I'm immensely grateful.
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Her hands were the first thing I noticed. The nails were of many different abnormal shapes. Some were quite dirty. The fingers all curved inwards, incapable of stroking the soft cheek of her grandson or holding a glass of water on a hot summer day in India. Some of the… Read full post »
“Poor people are usually very uncivil in their behaviour...... they would have hazy scruples, usually resorting to base activities (theft, crime, rape) to get by....Indians seem to be so used to living in low quality surroundings, they have become low quality people..... poor kids have been all… Read full post »
The bus starts out empty.
“Pranay, like it or not, you will be a gringo in India.”, Dr. Guerrant warned me. Gringo is the picturesque term that Latin Americans use to describe foreigners to their culture. Personally, I had felt slightly outraged at the suggestion that I, a… Read full post »
Disclaimer: This essay documents some extremely disparaging comments made about Indian doctors by a member of the Indian pharmaceutical industry. I do not believe these are entirely objective observations and I definitely don’t believe that they apply to every or even most Indian doct… Read full post »
This is a valuable lesson that my kith and kin learned on a drive down from New Delhi to Kumaon last month. The poor blokes hadn’t had much sleep the previous night and Morpheus quickly seduced them. As they gave in to the inescapable beckons of slumber, they… Read full post »
With my eyes scrunched up and my forehead crinkled, I listened like I had never listened before. The only thing I was aware of, apart from the drop of perspiration slipping slowly down my nose, was the beating of my patient’s heart in my ears. I moved the stethoscope to a… Read full post »
“Kavalai padadhinga, sari agidum.”
I stumbled over these newly-learned words with obvious difficulty. I doubt I inspired an iota of confidence in the patients I said this to despite the flashy stethoscope slung over my shoulders to assure them that I am a denizen of the medical world. Sh… Read full post »
I noticed the streams of sweat run down his bare neck and chest as I was squashed between my brother and sister-in-law in the back of a small air-conditioned Hyundai. It was an oddly humid night in New Delhi and he was only wearing a loin cloth. He was younger than… Read full post »
I like good Indian good as much as the next man, but I wouldn’t dare lay claim to the mantle of “foodie”. My cousin, Tim (aka Mullah Omar), on the other hand is never sprightlier than when he’s inventing things in the kitchen and discovering new and frightening cuisines t… Read full post »
Many have extolled the virtues of brushing things under the carpet. Others have been partial to stuffing stuff into closets (skeletons, I hear, are a particular favourite).
Today, I have a photographic take on this business of out of sight out of mind.
I call it....