“Shattered by invasion and colonialism and an uneasy accommodation with modernity, we can’t now construct five columns of equal proportions.” Indian history is depressing.

‘Busy’ is a word of the twenty first century- I cannot stop being shocked at the change the computer revolution has brought to our lives. It has hit everyone- every age, every strata, every existence. I imagine in my head an assorted group of people standing in line along a sea face- and the waves slapping them all, all at once. Comparison is flawed, and remarkably inaccurate. This revolution has changed more in one generation than anything else has in ten generations- and I believe we’re doing just fine... Human beings can be so amusing.

“The truth today cannot be divorced from the one telling it.”

There is design, opinion, and risk. And then there is a doctor. Or rather, there should be. But it is hitting me suddenly- it’s not true. Doctors are ‘good’ and ‘bad’, ‘expensive’ and ‘ineffective’, and ‘thorough’ and ‘not-trustworthy’. I do not understand the existence of opinion in this field. How to fix the human body cannot be an opinion. Can it be? Are we really living such a delicate existence? Wow. Who are the world’s ‘best’ doctors? The most creative ones? Or the gutsiest ones? This is scary. Medicine is not like physics, and it freaks me out. Does this mean a ‘better’ doctor has a better chance of saving a dying man than an ‘average’ doctor? What the hell?! A doctor is a doctor, and he must be able to treat the same way as any other doctor. Money and medicine is a very, very bad combination. It is to the downfall of all.