Of fleetingness and the ER.

  Working in the ER constantly reminds you of the undeniable ephemerality of life. The fleetingness of it all. One minute you are having your breakfast and next minute your coffee cup is on the floor, and you cannot move your hand to pick it up while your mouth utters garbled sounds. In the fresh...

Runday Monday- Why I quit running..

I have quit. There. I have said it. Out loud. * Long breath* The mojo has long been murdered by circumstance, though I can not be blamed for giving in without a fight. I fought, long and hard. But my loss was pre-ordained, almost inevitable. I could blame dodgy knees. Or work-days which stretch into...

Winds of change and change of winds.

Boy oh boy is Doha awake at midnight today! A there-one-minute-gone-the-next shower the previous night; a few degrees drop in temperature, a cool ocean breeze and the eve of the weekend- the perfect recipe for the folks of Doha to rush out onto the roads at night apparently. In droves. The grills have come out of hibernation,...

The post- call haze and an impromptu “what’s in my bag”!

I gaze at my Fitbit. It shows a series of numerals. 3 1 2 3 4 0 or thereabouts. I see the numbers, they register somewhere in the nether regions of my acutely occupied mind, stowed away for comprehension at a more convenient time (a.k.a. right now). This was at about the 17 hour mark,...