Whenever I want to sit and write, something more pressing surfaces and writing becomes secondary option.

I am barely able to find time to support the website network I have build.

And the traffic is going downwards.

Somehow I have managed to update boneandspine.com with help of images which reduce the amount of time required.

The worst thing is there seems no respite.

I cannot give up clinical practice.

With time number of surgeries are going to increase and so is my time consumed in there. Moreover, it is good to be successful.

I cannot reduce the time spent with my family. It has already been sliced to one tenth of what I use to spend.

I am waiting for my offline projects to get into motion. I am streamlining the time wasted in meeting people and discussions. Anyway, these discussions are highly inefficient.

Another option is reduce my sleep. I sleep for 7 hours a day which are more by my previous standards. May be it is a reflection of my relaxed state as compared to when I was in Delhi.

I can push myself to sleep 6 hours or 5 hours. But that will require some practice.

It would take some time to grip the situation and become master of it.

But I am working on it.

BTW, I stole these moments to write and connect with you again. It feels so good.

How are you doing?

When you walk along the traffic direction, rather than opposite to it, you do not see what is coming from behind.

You are at a greater risk as compared to when you walk against the traffic.

But, how hard I may try, I find it consciously very difficult to walk against the traffic.

I am urged to go to the other side.

The years of practice refuses to die and the feet itch to move to the opposite side.

Technically speaking, I find walking against the traffic much more safe than walking in direction of the traffic. It appeals to logic. At least you can see the danger if any.

I am trying to break my habit of walking in the direction of the traffic. It is difficult like breaking any other habit.

From what I have heard, the lady had seen very good days in the past when her husband was alive, rich and successful.

She used to attend a lot of social gatherings, had founded a hospital in the town which is known by name of her husband.

Her only son stays in a distant city.

I received the request to see her for complaint of joint pains following a fall.

She stayed on the first floor. After I talked to her I came to know she has not seen the ground floor for past 2 years.

She never complained of the fall. Instead all she wanted was to talk with someone. She told a lot about herself, her health, and her routine. She told me about her glorious past, her son, his business and his problems.

I like the Indian social system because I have been brought up in the same.

Parents support children till they are able to sustain themselves and guide them throughout their life. And when parents become too old to sustain and support themselves, children take over.

There are many a problems associated with this system but they are of minor kind and mostly are limited to daily conflicts.

In true sense I find this system beautiful.

But cities, career opportunities, and decreasing concern and compassion over the period, has resulted in a system where children separate from parents for education, jobs and other matters of life. Slowly the pleasures of nuclear family like independent living, no restraints and free lifestyles, or glamour of the urban cities become all too important to think about those left behind.

The concern decreases and sense of belonging almost finishes.

In my opinion, family is most important aspect of human life. We now a days live in a system where children are taken care of well but the parents are being neglected. I understand that living independently may be important for some and we might want to imitate Westren influences but me must also understand that our culture is much better, understands life and death far better than thse we want to imitate.

We also, as a culture, understand that life is not merely a bundle of joy, it is also a duty.

No human life deserves a neglect.

I think, it is criminal to neglect your own family.

Loneliness kills.

The lady I met wanted to die at every cost and was waiting for it to arrive.

Why?

Because she was lonely, depressed and had lost her purpose.

I could not offer any solution but I thought at that point.

Why it is so that one should be left waiting for the final chapter, full of sadness and misery.

She had a son to think of.

Some people are left without anybody to look forward to.

Are we a use and throw society?

Till one is productive, one is surrounded by people but when the world has nothing to benefit from someone, she is just ignored?

Is it the way it was ought to be?

We, as society, should be thinking of those who led us here where we stand now.

The minds and souls in those wrinkled faces, limping knees and frail skeletons deserve better that being left to die alone.

Lucky are those who ar being cared for.

That feels pretty good.

But it also brings a feeling of guilt. Guilt of neglecting this blog.

I am guilty of neglecting the blog and the meaning it used to hold in my imagination.

I have many business and health blogs and wanted a separate space where I could share myself, my thoughts, my likings, my goals, obstacles and fears.

So I got this separate domain name and started this blog.

But over the years it has suffered a lot of neglect.

And I am trying to change that.

I am again trying to bring the continuity in the posts.

Some posts might be shorter. Just like Hi.

Sometimes that is enough.

I was an avid reader of literature since my childhood. There were few religious books in our house which I used to relish. In those times I read Ramayana, Mahabharata, books by Vivekananda.

I received autobiograpy of Milkha Singh as an award when I was in fifth class. It was quite nice to read.

When I reached high school my interest got shifted to Hindi prose. Chandrkanata Santati, books by Premchand, Mahadevi Verma, Amrita Pritam, Bacchan… There were a lot others that I am forgetting.

Before MBBS I only read in Hindi and Punjabi. English never came naturally to me.

I was introduced to English literature in my MBBS. I have read a lot of works by different authors both classics and contemporary.

Then something happened.

Slowly, as a result of the lack of time the habit faded away.

I read only sporadically. On PC reading increased with time and books were away.

I still like reading books and have a lot of areas of interset from Poetry to Politics.

I am trying to revive the habits. I would create a note every time I finish one.

Another new is that I am shifting my bases,….. again.

I have been working in Sacred Heart Hospital in Jalandhar for past eight months. It is nice hospital that functions well but I am leaving the job to establish my own practice.

And the best place after all consideration was done was found to be my hometown and nearby area.

I would be joining swami Premanand Hospital in Mukerian and have an OPD at my clinic in the evening.

It seems like a good strategy.

The need to move has stemmed from the need of going home and stay with parents.

There are a lot of plans that I would be discussing. Let us see how things turn.

Wish me luck…….

Again.

Our society is addressed as selfish and self centered. We rarely care about what others might go through. Concern and care are as rare as good weather.

What concern us most is what is ours.

Rest can go in hell.

But as with other things this is not entirely true.

I was chased by a young boy on bike for two kilometers that I have a car door partially closed.

Recently I was stopped on the road to tell that road has broken glass and  should be careful.

People do lend helping hand.

It does make you feel better.

English has been an alien language since beginning but Hindi was natural. So I wrote in what cam naturally.

From Hindi poetry I then moved to verse in Hindi. I also served as Co-editor of our college magazine “Spandan”, a yearly magazine by students of Maulana Azad Medical College [The place where I did my MBBS from]

When pulse polio was introduced, I had the privilege to pen down few slogans and lyrics for promotional song.

After my graduation, I moved into postgraduation in orthopedics and did not write for sometime.

But in end of that post graduation I again wrote more than 100 poems and ghazals. I still have those with me. The previous ones had been lost due to a foolish act of frenzy.

Anyways!

Orthopedics brought out scientific writer in me and quest for spirituality. May be trauma and morbidity surrounding was responsible to ask the questions which science could not answer.

Thus began a journey full of pains and pleasures. Not getting an answer is very painful. And nothing is more pleasurable than realization of world and mysteries surrounding that.

You do not get all the answers but you do get signs that indicate you would find them.

In 2204 October, I founded my first website http://homeforprofits.com. How and why is a big question. I would write in detail one day.

For now it is sufficient that, it was born out of hobby and later developed into passion.

Further down, I founded Bone and Spine Health, a website on orthopedics meant for people other than orthopedists.

Both of my sites are quite different in their audience. While one is on health, other is on internet business.

I like them both and they are quite successful by their own unique metrics.

I try writing daily for both of them.

There are 7 other sites that I run. But they are yet to come into mainstream called success.

Each of these sites have an interst or skill or hoby that dominates the content.

I still needed some place to write on topics unrestricted by the limits.

That is how I founded arunpalsingh.com

There are no targets to meet here, there are no forces that limit my content.

Rather than for any audience, it is for my selfish self.

But somehow deep down I feel that it is going to surpass the success of everything so far I have done.

Let us see.

The web site had been static for some time. I always wanted to write regularly for this site but never could manage.

Long hours in hospital and projects I was working on hardly left any time for web. Because arunpalsingh.com was new, the priority was lower too.

Last month I had been especially busy. There was an interview and I also visited my native palce Hajipur in Punjab.

It is high time that I should write on this blog.

The ideas come and go. I write many a things in my thoughts.

But that is not adding any thing to the site.