15000 kilometers away from my city,

Lot of knitted scarfs

And one conversation with a fellow citizen.

I am back to stay ….

Across these several weeks, a lot of people asked me why I was not scribbling. When someone asked me why I was scribbling I always had  plenty reasons to give. But when I was asked, “Why are you not?” , I fell short of words. I can quote a plenty of reasons. The major one probably being the most devastating and mentally draining experience of 2012.  But when I sit back and reflect on how the entire experience has changed the way I see problems, I again thank Life for throwing some more challenges in my way.

In the past several weeks I had a strong urge to scribble on several different topics that came up in my thoughts. I voluntarily  refrained myself from doing so to avoid an outburst of my displeasure towards several things that were happening.There are several reasons for the self-imposed ban. Like always I will keep the reasons and the stories out of here. I shall first write my regular paragraph about why anonymity and why I choose to be patient in throwing out my each scribble.

  • I believe in the desperate need for responsible journalism in the current times.
  • I do not want my scribbles to generate negative emotions or thoughts in the minds of the people who read them.
  • My readers range from fourteen year olds to senior citizens who are catching up with the blogging world for the need of a saner thought sharing platform.
  • 20 years down the lane if a child walks up to me and questions why I had written a particular scribble with such acridity, I do not want to say, ” Darling, I was highly upset with the way things were then, WordPress and my laptop’s keyboard were my only punching bags!” .

Today I am living in a country where caste and creed are virtually non existent terms. What bonds people in this part of the world is the major need for joy and companionship. The American way of Living is free from complexity of an imposed culture. The American society that I have been acquainting myself with is clear about it’s goals and achievements. Like two sides of  coin this part of the world has two sides of it too. I will only talk about the side from which I am trying to learn and be a better person.

NIDIA 12 is the prologue for a series of lessons life taught me in the later part of 2012 .

Do I call this a good bye note?

Or a peace making thank you moat ,

Only time will tell.

Looking forward to a more productive and peaceful decade of my life,


Am no new year resolution person

But this year is coming in at a time when I have made some general resolutions for my eventful life.

If I stick to them, I am here to stay, if I do not stick to them, is going kaput before the end of 2013.

Smoking Smells & Stains

Today I almost suffocated and felt sick sitting in a place where a person was smoking all over the place.
Yeah bans are not meant to be adhered to here around where I live. Very bad I know.
But more than what would cause discomfort to me, I wanted to show ‘smokers’ what happens in your lungs when you are a punctual smoker.
You end up with
1. Bad Breath
2.It stains your lungs with big huge patches of ash and other ugly substances which naturally progressively mess your pulmonary(lung) tissue.

If you are the kind who argues ridiculously reasoning that there are smokers who lived healthy up to 90 years and died a natural death without things like cancer in their life, then please don’t cause passive smoking to non-smokers around you.

Thank you.

PS: The ridiculously large watermarks all over the pic are to prevent misuse. I shot these images with one pact with the hospital authorities that I would never use the images commercially since they were made out of surgeries from poor patients who were getting treated for free. Thank you for not misusing the image in advance.

Bye, ouch! Pinni again!

I don’t know if it’s passed down through the genes for her. She used to make sure to walk out all our helpers at home. We never told her that. But she saw my parents and her parents do it all the time.

Here are a series of images where I caught her candid on the camera :)
Scene 1: Byeeee Kankammaaa!!!
Scene 2: (Turn around) and she was like, “Pinnniiiii!!!” Staaaaph it!!!!
Scene 3: (Tired of me not taking the camera from in front of my face) , “I am tired of your clicking” look

Ahh! I love her!

of Roots, Routes and Causes

Where: Shenoy Nursing Home,Secunderabad
When: 1986, October 29th
Who: This is me. Yes, Jussri. Since I’ve always posted pics of others here I thought, this article would be the best only if I put in my pic.

I post a lot of pictures of random people and scenes on my website. I like to spread goodness around me. These days I meet a lot of people who often ask me if I am a photographer. Well my answer would be a yes-no. I have forever used photography as a medium to attract people to read my scribbles. Alongside in life I developed a love to capture other people smiling. That is how I ended up taking assignments. But if you ask me who am I?

I am a qualified Physical Therapist working towards contributing back to the field in my little way. Photography and writing help me spread the good things that I was brought up with.In two days from now, my parents celebrate their birthdays which are on May 9th and 10th :)[Yeah yeah, both are Taurus(eans) :) ]. This post would be the only best gift I can give to them. Having talked about the ‘ Why’ part of this write up, I will now move to the ‘what’ part of it.

Every time we rushed home to complain that the teacher caned us bad,my mother’s standard question round was the first wall to hit. I swear to God I have never hated anyone more than my mother all those years. At times I felt she enjoyed making us feel bad.She would start her conversation like this.

“Nuvvem chesaavo cheppu” ( First tell me what did you do)
Well, it was difficult to hide facts from her.
“Memedho arusthonte kopam lo kottindhi sister( Yeah, yeah we were yelling and sister caned us[I studied in a catholic convent and we called our teachers Sisters(nuns)]

Then she would start her reverse engineered explanation for the entire situation. You are three kids for me at home to take care. I still find it difficult to manage you. How can sister make 60 students quite in 45 minutes?
I think it is justified she caned you guys!
Justification for the caning done!
No more arguments your honour.
And we disperse. This was the order of our life all through out our schooling.
Everytime there was a complaint from us, my mom went back to the root of the issue. Looking for the cause.

Fast forward many many years and I am in my General Medicine lecture. Day 1. Dr Joshi. A veteran general medicine specialist from our hospital was taking our first class.
Two things he spoke that day have remained in my mind forever.

1. Developing an inquisitive mind.
2. Believing that every problem/obstacle had a cause for it at a grass root level.

20 years of listening to those two lines and a professor telling you the same point in a medical school!
I really needed a break from listening to the same stuff every where i went. Looks like every one has same mothers like mine. But having been through medical school, surfacing out of a hell hole with minimal scarring, fighting my way through tough situations in life, I can never thank my mother enough for teaching me my basics right.

In these days of arm chair activists and anti-arm chair activists, I want to send out a plea.
Look with in yourself. Are you doing absolutely the best thing right now?
Are you able to show the strength of your character in testing times?(by not giving into temptations and short cut ways to success and wealth)
Can you say a No to yourself and strike a balance in the temper times?

Well, when I was tested, I asked myself these questions.More precisely,I was taught to ask myself these questions.I have always been this, ‘ drops of water make an ocean’ kind of activist for social causes. For all of you who are bugged by the over motivational videos and shows that keep cropping up around you every once in a while:
Stop watching television
Pick a hobby
Make a to-do list
Appreciate little things
Spend time with the elders in your family , let them tell you stories from their life
Count numbers when you are angry.

I never liked growing up under the iron hand rule of my parents. Today I absolutely cherish those moments. Today I am glad I grew under their parenting.

For all the challenges I faced,I surfaced unscathed because I was taught one best thing right.

Problems are mere situations and the solutions are right within them if you look at the roots, routes and causes.
Here’s thanking my parents for giving me an excellent up bringing. I thank God for letting me be your daughter folks :) Have an awesome year ahead.

Pieces of Peace

Where & When?
Cubbon Park, Bengaluru,2009.

It’s been a day since I posted a picture with two lines on peace. But for almost 24 hours I have been looking for a right opening line for this article.Now I am at this place where I am surrounded by people from all walks of life and I hear a multitude of conversations.

One conversation in particular has motivated me to start and finish this article I was planning to post.
There are so many people in the world today who are so distressed about life/career/relationships/financial crises. I often wish there is a magic wand to help them find peace. Well! I know it is foolish to want a magic wand for peace.

Life has taught me this about peace:

Comparison is the worst enemy for any human’s mental peace
Success is relative
And discussing and debating about ‘people’ is the lowest part of a person’s intellectual life.

(Intellectual life in my dictionary means the part of your life when you engage your intellect to work )

As a trained health care professional, I am particularly surprised when people ‘pay’ to start looking for peace.
Yeah! I know you are starting to get a list of organisations and companies that make money on selling common sense to people. :) I won’t list them.Like always, the same rule of anonymity I follow.No names please.

It is human to err and it is absolutely human to keep making errors till you correct yourself one fine day.
What results in loss of peace at any stage of adult human life is when you begin the analysis of those errors.According to me,a majority of people who never care to analyse the errors in their life are the ones who are living mediocre. It is because I see that they affect other people’s lives with their errors.It is not wrong to analyse an error. But what variables you choose to include in that analysis will be the ultimate guide for your peace.

The worst picks for analysis of an error would be :

Discussion of people involved in the error
The failure that surrounds the error
(Errors will not always end in failures!)

Rather the right variables to pick would be:

What were your investments?
Was the process well planned?
Were you able to learn from the results that you are currently holding in your hand?

I know in India, this is rarely taught. Most of the times, ‘success’ is equated to ‘victory’( again defined as superiority over your competitors). That is where all the progressive downward spiral in being peaceful starts.

Most of them who know me know that

I am not super wealthy(read money wealthy!)
I don’t wear brands for clothing and accessories
I don’t hang out and eat in expensive restaurants
They still know that
I am courageous in making my decisions
I rarely regret my life
I do often complain but very soon figure out a solution around my problems

I persist in the face of failure despite being teary and burnt out.

According to what life has taught me, if you can be all the above three lines, then you know how to find peace among chaos everyday.

What would it be if you answer all the choices in MCQs of an examination and expect to score full marks?
Anyone would call you a fool. Paying for Peace is very similar to that.

Trying to find peace is all about

Identifying and Isolating the things that disrupt your everyday life. When these two steps become regular variables in your equation to balance life, you will stop trying to find peace :) for you are already in peace with yourself.

That’s when you will tell someone,

Peace cannot be b’o'ught,
It can only be b’r'ought!

Facing the Book

Where have I been all these days?
I was making myself eligible to write this piece :)

Why this today?
Because this issue kicked me out of my scribble slumber today.

Do I think this is going to be of use?
Yes. I know there will be atleast a 50 people I know who will benefit out of what I write here.

I will first ask you five questions

1. Take the computer/smart phone/laptop and lock them in a room. Done that, have you got something useful to do with your time? Do you have a way of enjoying life away from social networking and e-mails?

If the answer to the above question is a Yes and you have a list of things that can make you feel peaceful and happy about yourself, don’t go ahead to finish reading this article. It is not for you.

If your answer to that question is a No, then, get a bottle of juice/lassi/buttermilk and finish reading this article.Yeah I say so because it is summer in most of the places from where I have readers ;)

2. Do you face trouble striking a conversation in a new group or when meeting relatives after a long time(despite being ‘socially’ very active with them all the prior days)?
3. Do you get depressed if your electronic gadgets like laptops or smart phones are lost or not working?
4. Can’t you focus on your work (which doesnt involve a work laptop) without thinking about social networking and emails?
5. Do you have more than ten people in your networking space who are total strangers?

If Yes is the answer to the above questions,you need serious help.

In the last five years I have met many people who are so unbelievably ‘active’ on social networking and are such passive souls when it came to making a real conversation in person. The trend has got worse in the last one year with the flood of smart phones into India.

Last month, when my computer conked I definitely did get upset because all those people whose wonderful smiling images I captured , would have to wait for don’t know how many days for me to publish their images here. Yes, I do have a smart phone which kept me in loop with work emails and messages from family and friends. But I took it as a wonderful opportunity to explore other creative things like crochet, nail art, easter egg painting, handmade bookmarks, greeting cards, thank you notes and working with natural dyes. The list is endless. Apart from work, books got lot of my attention too

After a month of less computer and social networking, I am rich with lot of pretty stuff around me which make my home more colourful and creative.

When I was a kid, scrap meant useless stuff. Now a days scrap is so important that you could skip your dinner to go read, analyse and scrap back on time.So much for scrap huh!
Walls were meant to protect and surround buildings. Now a days it’s all about, block, clock, filter, highlight and hide.
Tweets were cute chirping of birds and no 140 letters of a language revolving around one person’s temper and tantrums.

If I start quoting examples of all those posts I have seen on my social networking, wordpress would need new servers. But one is particularly worth mentioning.

I was the lucky kid who lived in the nineties something kind of posts did rounds for quite a few days. The irony was that people shared, commented, debated over these posts without almost even understanding what was being said there.
Well I don’t think asking someone to read what they share is a crime these days!

Well, since I am no marriage counselor or family problems related therapist or a psychologist, I have a few requests to make to the people who think they need help.

Unless you are absolutely alone in this world which is a 99.99% impossibility,

Keep your electronic gadgets away.
Hike a hill( will tell you how bad your heart and lungs have got after all the years of networking)
Look at alternative ways to use your time.
Spend time with family(solves half of the disturbances in your life which make you psuedo network so much that you are lost in the network totally).
Depend less on manual labour at home [while (if) you are jabbing away opinions and debates online].
Make a patch of organic kitchen garden in your home. It’s absolutely therapeutic.
Take a membership in a local library. Don’t borrow books to home. Make it a point to sit and read at the library itself.
Look around yourself and clean the mess in your life and room with physical and mental means at all costs.
Have wounded relations and communications around you? Give them ‘you’. Not your social networking/e-mails or messages with weird sounding back ground music.

Having done all that perfectly if you still feel you are addicted, you know whom to scribble to or please feel free to go and seek medical help because it is not perfect to be perfectly addicted to something which is absolutely materialistic and virtual at the same time.

If you feel better keeping ‘networking’ out of your everyday life for a major part, then bingo!

Happiness will say, I’m here to stay! :)

Love and Luck

Yeah I know! Long time no see :)
This is no Valentines Day special, nor am I eating chocolates and counting rose petals :)

Clicked this at the Boston Harbour, Summer , 2011. When I shot this, I was amazed at how much they were in Love. I have been looking at this photograph for almost 8 months now trying to frame a few words.Always fell short of words. Today brought these words to my head :)

When you spend your time in the company of wonderful humans who can,

Laugh without rules,
And give without blues,
Life becomes a ride worth driving,
And Love happens to be a boon worth sharing.

Share & Care II

This one has got no location and time. So I will call it,

‘Once Upon a Time A Nation’

Photograph: PA Downtown on beautiful summer evening.

These thoughts have been with me for years now. Then, I was a student and an employee. So ethically, it wasn’t right to write an analysis about an organization. I always looked for excuses to stay away from writing on this topic. Seven years later, now, I feel there is a strong need for an analysis to be presented to the Indian Physical Therapy world. Not that they don’t know of it.

But to insist that they be aware of it .

A very few people who frequent my blog know that I am Physical Therapist by is a result of the struggle I went through to survive that education system.So I would like to devout some of my scribble space for it.For years now, I was under pressure to be careful about what I write and how it would reflect my career prospects. Lest that I would be understood as a rebel who is always pointing fingers.The fear always stemmed from my well wishers who didn’t want anymore trouble for me.

But today, I know why it is important to be fearless about my scribbles.The places where I studied and worked are both well known ‘brands’ in the industry here in South India. One an organization as old as India’s Independence and another, a mushrooming growth of India’s fitness industry.

Q & A Session

Why did I join these organizations?
Because they brandished a lot of ‘genuineness’ in their branding

What I wanted to learn from them?
To learn from them the ‘genuineness’ they flaunted.

What I got to learn?
That real growth is in letting others grow and it seldom happens in these places.

All these criteria are very obsolete now a days.
For many years now, I felt educational institutions alone had the ultimate responsibility in sculpting a professional’s attitude towards one’s profession.But moving on to be an employee, looking at things from close quarters, I understood that it wasn’t entirely correct.

In the last 3-4 years, India has been witnessing a revolutionary growth in the demand of rights for physios across the country. Demands vary from government jobs to prefix titles to be permitted for PTs.I ask only one question.

Are we asking the right questions?

What did NIDIA find very unsettling in the Physio world here in India after having seen the other side of the globe and it’s professionals?
Few facts which are clear examples of unethical professional practices:

People are forced to start their new jobs without even having an offer letter.It is a rarity to have a standard induction procedure for a new employee of the company.
Lack of transparency in monetary transactions.
People are forced to ‘transform’ and become ‘ethical’ (which means that you bend your mind and accept their philosophy irrespective of it’s moral accuracy).
Endure all sorts of inhuman attitudes from the management under the pretext of managerial pressures.
While Anna Hazare is stirring the nation’s youth into corruption fighting army, here is India’s youth, Kalam’s young army, exploiting the local administration at all levels to ensure the company runs well and makes it’s end day profit figure.

What alarmed me was the indifference of these professionals towards their progressive, ‘holistic’ deterioration as professionals in this mad run to ‘impress’ the management.

What is happening in India?Private owned single proprietorship companies surviving the turn of the millennium, exploiting the ‘cheap labour’ of small town professionals whose ultimate goal is to have job security.

My heart goes out for these physiotherapists who work under exploited conditions for unbelievably long hours and are paid a pittance.The salaries are reasonably higher than what the market offers.

Please don’t begin the debate of financial security and poor families. The ones who really hail from the families that have valued hard work and honesty for generations, never ‘sell’ themselves disrespecting their own knowledge.They treasure the wisdom they are blessed with. Those ones are still striving to elevate their professional standards and at the same time are trying to be of use to the society with their skill set.

About 8 weeks ago, I was debating on a social networking site about Infosys-selling minds-at cheaper costs blah blah blah. But I so respect Mrs & Mr Murthy for living a simple life(minus the business scenario where he didn’t super encourage young research minds). I don’t know their property details or how they live. But simplicity jumps out of their personalities and it is truly inspiring.

When my fellow physios asked me why I wasn’t a member of some national organisation or why wasn’t I working as a physio in India, this was my reason. I’d rather share my knowledge freely with the people around me in little possible ways than to sell my hard work to degrade the profession more.

Before we raise a voice and question the Government for our rights, look around what organisations we are encouraging. Look where we are standing and where are we holding our respect as professionals.

If money making was the only goal and incentives were our only target, there are many other professions where we can get more rich.Don’t yell at the Government. Yell within ourselves. Look within for answers.

When I walked out because I couldn’t compromise on my ethics and my way of being a physio, I was asked to give back my one month’s of pittance.

It wasn’t about the $148 dollars I returned without a single second thought.

What pulled me down and crashed my hopes about Physical Therapy in India was the way the entire experience unfolded.

I had the courage and security to say no to money despite working hard for more than 20 days averaging about 10 hours a day. What about the ones who cannot lose even those $148 despite facing unprofessional work environments?

I care and I share. But I no longer dare.Here’s bidding a bye bye to all the pessimism I have been engulfed with for so many weeks.
Thank you for all the constant encouragement and support which is helping me become a better person with each passing day.

I remain,


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