Breasts:Not All That Pretty

Breasts have always been a sexual attraction to all men and a self confidence tool to females , thus it is never rare to find women wanting to perform breast enhancing surgeries to please both the genders. Now , the issue comes when a male has breasts. Not that I am saying they don't, they do , but what if it were to be as the size of a female breast, that too on a 14 year old boy. This is a syndrome. It is called the Klinefelter syndrome, when the male has an extra X sex chromosome. I spoke to a 44 year old male today, he was fine till suddenly he said that he had to stop schooling due to gynocomastia ( this is the term for a male with increased breast tissue) . I was shocked. I know somewhere in my notes not too long ago, I read about people with this syndrome being depressed due to psychosocial implications. It was just a line back than but today I saw the real meaning behind those words. This man who had this problem since childhood was afraid to go to school. He had a surgery done at the age of 18 for the removal of excess breaststissue. But it had robbed him of his childhood and adolescence. He was psychologically affected. I was left speechless when he asked "Why this happened to him?". He probably when through a lot more, this was just superficial. What all can a small defect in the genes do to a person?

Tears Of Joy

You know there are times when that one person that you least expected walks in to your life and leave behind footprints and you want to treasure them forever. That one person, who brings tears of joy in your life. Yes, tears of joy!When he leaves you speechless and you are overwhelmed with emotions, happiness it is. That one man is none other than my Orthopedics lecturer, Dr.Ashutosh S Rao. I never really had any sort of connection with him, but today it was different. I saw another side of him that I liked. He was generous at giving compliments. He would be the one person I would have least expected to realize my presence, but I was so wrong. He was a fatherly figure. I just like him. There , I said it.I felt like a daughter that is obliged to listen to my father praise , scold and care- that was the sort of atmosphere he created. For the first time in my life, I was overcome with tears of joy. And the feeling is beautiful! Made my day! I have never really mentioned about any lecturer in particular, but he was one of the memories that I want to preserve. It was my memory and it is beautiful! He makes us better doctors.

P/S= This post was created for a future reference. 50 years down this journey, when I am old and grey,I want to be able to look back at those special people who left their footprints in my heart...And he is one of them.

I Hate Love Story

In love with "I hate luv story". It is a simple story. It is nothing like DDLJ @ K2H2. Simple, that's all.But why do I love it so much?It is Imraan Khan. He played his role well , that boyish thing that he portrayed was adorable! He reminds me of Santiago( from Miss Tres Hermanes). And when Imraan wore the red shirt with all the red background to go with the mood---it was, omg, romantic! I love guys who can really pull off a red shirt=)

So here goes, some of the pics from the movie

Hmmm=) Didn't I tell you! Wish I could have gotta a better picture, but yeah that's the red shirt!

I can look at this pic the whole day!

Santiago@Ricardo. Just for a comparison. Don't they have some amount of similiarity?

=)

Own Space?

In life, we will always need someone to fall back on. Someone to say "yeah you are right".Someone to give a pat on the shoulder and say " Don't worry". Someone for us to cry to. No one man can live on their own. In the name of responsibilities, we go all out,we claim we want our own space. Own space? Yeh "own space" ka matlap kia hai? What is own space? Living in an empty house and to come home to a house with absolute peace and no noise? Is this own space? It could be, but it depends on how long do you want the peace and no noise. Imagine walking into a house with kids running, full of noise, yet full of life, a mum/dad/wife/husband to ask you how was your day. You still have someone to talk to if you need to complain about your boss. You may not get the absolute quietness but there is a self satisfaction that you get.A joy you can never trade for anything else. When happiness becomes a routine,you will not realize the value of it. Now, imagine walking into the same home that was filled with joy and life once upon a time and now absolutely empty.There you have got the happiness you are seeking for. The absolute quietness you want is granted. One week, than a month, a year goes by. Why do you feel tired at the end of it, when you have absolutely no attachment and no commitments? Now you ask for the same noise that once filled your house, the same faces that you see everyday.Why? Because despite having your own space, there will always be an emptiness in you. An emptiness that can only be filled by the ones you love. So the next time you say you want your own space and your own life. Think again! You are not kidding anyone. We quite often say hello and greet strangers that we meet once in a while in life but we fail to do so to those we see everyday at home? Why does this happen?Learn to give small appreciation to the one living in your heart rather than to the one's who walk right in and out of your heart... It happens..when you so often see a person and suddenly the person is not there, you miss them. Hard facts of life- You learn to appreciate when you loose something, you never know how precious they are till you loose them...So do me a favour, and wish a loud good morning to your family members tomorrow. Saying I love you will not bruise your ego in anyway either, so give it at try! Love you all. Happy Saturday!

Recovering

Holla! Still in the recovering phase. Down with a bad cough and flu. When I mean bad it is really bad. I feel defeated when I am sick. So helpless and I can't get myself to do anything. Anyway managed to pull myself up and went to the government outpatient department. Waited for 2 hours and met the doctor for 5 minutes and got my antibiotics. I was the second last patient on the list by the way. Feeling a whole lot better than yesterday, definitely! Wished mum was here to take care of me and pamper me. It would have been more comforting. Anyway, my voice sounds much sexier and huskier now that it is muffled by the yellowish phlegm, inflamed tonsils and sore throat=). Oh, did I mention that I also got a free advice from the doctor on my final exams. She is such a sweetheart. So as you can see, I spent the last three days on bed, coughing and spitting ( not that I am not doing it now, I still am coughing and spitting but just that I am sitting) . During which I watched Julia & Julie yesterday and today ( just now). I had no idea why a friend of mine thought I would love the movie. I mean, it was nice, okay to put it bluntly I did not like the way Julia spoke, it ticked me off so badly ( probably cause I was sick). My apologies to all her fan, don't get offended, it is just my general well being that is blocking my thought process.On another note, one of my friend is getting married next year and they are meeting up this weekend to pick a date to tie the knot.It is so crazy, I mean wow, sounds like some serious grown up stuff.Wishing her all the best! Anyway I am off to google the real face behind the characters played by Meryl and Amy Adams.Just curious. Love you all.

My Favourite

Dil To Pagal Hai

P/S: My favourite part of the entire movie. What is there not to love about it, its
perfect.Brings back sweet memories.Click the link above and watch it for
yourself.

It Is Love

I love love. The feeling is so beautiful. It makes you pretty. You feel excited. It gives you the thrill of looking forward for the next day. A form of energy that comes endlessly. You are surrounded by the positive vibe. Nothing else matters. Music adds on a double joy to the feeling. The songs of love. Makes you think if they were written only for you. You wait hours for him. That one call you wait for the whole day keeps you going. The second you hear his voice, it melts your heart. All your troubles find their way out of the door. You talk like you are the only two people around. Everything about it is so beautiful. It changes anyone into a poet. You try hard to write the most beautiful verses of love, though you fail at it, yet it is the best one ever written to the significant other. Such is the power of love. It is like a magic.Love heals anything on the path it takes...