A Helping Hand


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Calling Uncle Bob.”

Have you ever faced a difficult situation when you had to choose between sorting it out yourself, or asking someone else for an easy fix? What did you choose — and would you make the same choice today?

Yes I have turned to “Uncle Bob” and  “Aunty Jane”  off and on. I guess it would apply both on my professional as well as personal fronts.

I have always believed that two heads are definitely better than one and if faced with a situation wherein I need help or even just a fresh perspective , I never hesitate to ask. In my profession a small mistake or inability to rise to the occasion in whatever manner can affect and even cost lives. So if I feel the patient would benefit from better expertise either in my own field  or in a related one, I never fail to ask help. I have been a teacher and member of the faculty in a Medical College –  even so, I am not averse to learning the ropes from others. With the medical field evolving as it does at breakneck speed, I strive not to be caught napping and for that I need help. Its not about an “easy fix”  – I am acutely aware that I deal with lives and at any time if I feel that the patient’s interests are best served by another opinion or another pair of hands I would never let over confidence or ego come in the way.

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A little Sparkle on a Still day


In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”

What’s your idea of a perfect day off: one during which you can quietly relax, doing nothing, or one with one fun activity lined up after the other? Tell us how you’d spend your time.

Why oh why do I have to choose?

Can’t I just let my mind run loose?

Sometimes let it sparkle , sometimes still

Sometimes exotic, sometimes run of mill.

My idea of a perfect day, if I can have my way

From madding crowds , is to be far far away

On a rainy mushy day, give me a cozy corner

Some munchies, lotsa books and a crooner.

I am quite  happy on my ownsome

Even if  it may make me  lonesome.

Quiet companions – my phone and laptop

All this and I’ll be happy even on a rooftop.

But there are days when I want friends and fun

Where my voice can drown even that of a gun.

So my moody mind does the  final choosing

Of Sparkling days or still  waters- what’s amusing.

Cheers!!

Hello, Life!
Hello, Life!