Down the Memory Lane :

You do not achieve anything, untill you persevere

It was around last year May, when I was hearing so much about blogging in online media and newspapers, that I can not stop myself to know more about blogging, how it works, how it influences people’s opinions, how it helps the blogger, and so on, and I want to know all these things just out of curiosity, just to gain knowledge, as I came to know about it and its impact, I slowly and slowly started falling in love with it, and the amount of love was too much that I have just written my last blog about “my love for blogging,” you can read that blog here, where I have written about my different stages of falling in love with my blog.

I still remember how I was sitting with my wife, struggling to make my website and how I had written few words and how my relatives and friends reacted to the first blog as if Shah Rukh Khan had written that, sometimes family members make you Superstar, even when you know you were not 😉

From then I have written every now and then, in between two cases sitting in the operation theatre, in intervals while watching a movie with my wife (she still does not know about it.. lol), while traveling, studying, and even written blogs over a period of 4-5 days only because I could write only 4-5 lines each day, but the main thing was I could sustain, able to persevere in the journey of blogging.

Few days back, one of my respected senior asked me “Anshul, what will you get through blogging, you want to be famous or what…”

I just replied “Sir, The feeling you have while drinking a wine, rum or a beer, the same feeling I have while writing a blog”

And because of this special feeling, I can proudly announce to all of you that today I have completed 100 blogs… Huge achievement for me..

And a big part has been played by BlogChatter, who has also given us this week’s prompt, Down the memory lane…

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Why I am in love with “this”…

I take on the baton of blog love from Dixita Mour, and sharing my love in front of you all, here it goes…

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Love that has meaning… photo: freepik.com

When I was in awe to see how others are doing it, I turned my interest towards it…
When I observed how this thing can influence other’s ideas and opinion, I started making my mind to do it…

When I observed how this medium can spread awareness, I started asking questions about its Pros and Cons…

When I observed how this medium of spreading awareness can affect the extremists or terrorists, that these morons can go for any length to destroy this medium, even by killing people, then I made up my mind to propagate this medium…

When I observed that this medium was also a very good tool for making community and new friends, I started liking it…

And when I observed that I had the capability to write, can express myself and when other’s get benefited from my words, then I fall in love with Blogging…

This love is not new, you can judge my love, by hearing this that this is the 99th blog…. and for me, this love will continue for eternity….

And I want to thank blogchatter for helping me in this journey of blogging, without it, I would not be in this stage so early, thank you master for everything…

With this, I pass on the baton of blog love to Menaka.

Happy Valentine’s Day

Dr. Anshul

This is part 2 of Valentine Day’s special blogs, read Part 1 here.

Love.

You feel good, isn’t it ? 

Just by hearing this word, and may be you just recall someone in your head. Because there is something beautiful in this 4letters word, which give rise to the most beautiful emotion of a human being, which keep us binding to each other, that is Love.

In today’s scenario, for the majority of people, love means the relationship that exists only between male and female or between girlfriend and boyfriend, but the feeling of love does not exist between girl and a boy only, but it even exists between…

Mother and her child, father and his daughter, Grandmother and her grandson, human being and his pet, Man and his job, boy and his bike, girl and her hair…

See there are so many things to whom we have loving relationships.

On this occasion of Valentine’s day, I want to share with you all about my special and loving relationship with my someone special. She is loving, caring towards me, always thinks about me when I am not at home, she gets tensed when I return home late at night, she becomes too happy whenever I called her…

She is none other than my “Grandmother”  or ‘Amma’.

I can’t describe how much I love her because of her selfless love, her mere presence elevates our whole family’s mood, she is basically the superstar of our family.

Whenever my father or uncle shares their past experiences and how my amma struggled to raise their children in the absence of my grandfather.

She shares her past experiences, her views, give her suggestions, teach me about religion. I always admire her strong opinionated character because of this she has a strong presence in our family and respected by all.

When blogchatter gives us the prompt “love”, my amma was the first person in my thought for whom I want to write this post.

Thank you Amma, for your presence, for blessings, I owe so much to you…

God bless you always…

Dr. Anshul

This is 1st part of Valentine’s day blog posts, read part 2 here.

Why I Love Blogging…

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Blogging leads to many roads…

I am busy, I have lots of work to do, but still I love to do blogging, as it gives me happiness…
I have the lots of medical books to read, I have to make lots of notes, but still I will make time for blogging because it also teaches me something different which medical books do not teach me…

I have to come to Operation Theatre at 8am in the morning, have to be there for almost about 8pm, but still I write blogs when I returned to my home in a tired and pathetic condition, because writing down my feelings gives me immense freshness and energy…

I have to see many patients in ICU, I have to see their pain, I can feel their pain, and writing blogs helps as an analgesics for me…

I have to do all household work, as now I am a married man, have to perform all my responsibilities, even if I have to spend maximum time at hospital, but still I write blogs, because writing gives me a sense of freedom amid all chorus…

I do watch BiggBoss, I do watch You Tube videos in a little time which I get from my schedule, but still I make out the time to write blogs because it provides entertainment to my inner self…

Writing for #BlogChatter prompt.

2016 : Special for Me…

Here is the season to write posts about the past year, to write about memories that makes your past year awesome, to cherish those moments that cannot be replace ever again, to learn from mistakes that you have made, and to value those relations that you have made with the new ones. 

And I am here to share with you all what this year taught me…

I have some memories to share with you all, about how awesome my past year was started, given me a sweet surprise…

I have some memories to share with you all, that the sweet surprise also wanted some sacrifice from my side, but still that sacrifice was nothing in front of sweet surprise…

I have some memories to share with you all, that the sweet surprise brings with it the special person in my life as my bride..
I have some memories to share with you all, that my aim of exploring North-East was met with success, as I could explore Darjeeling, Shillong, Nagaland along with local sightseeing around the city of joy ‘Kolkata’…
I have some memories to share with you all, that despite the long work hours, my will power, supported me to maintain my workout routine with some gaps in between…
I have some memories to share with you all, that I was able to participate in some conferences with the support of my seniors, and also able to win them…
I have some memories to share with you all, that first time I could travel outside of India, to the “Land of Thunder Dragon”, Bhutan… able to see its beautiful landscape, simple people and was able to discover that how the responsible big country like India, can influence its neighboring country in a positive way…
I have some memories to share with you all, that my year finishes with a hectic job of completing my thesis, and because of the ‘process’ of completing my thesis along with the suggestions of my respected guide, I learned a lot, identified my mistakes, and emerge as a better person…
So guys, here was some of my memories, which I would always be cherished, and also some of the pictures from Bhutan…

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Biggest Monastery in Bhutan.

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On the way to Paro : Second biggest city in Bhutan

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Such landscapes can be easily found in Bhutan

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Do you have some, please share with me… 🙂

Christmas at Kolkata : All Roads leads to Park Street.

Living in the city of joy since two years but still not able to have the taste of Christmas of this city, who has the influence of British time, much more than anywhere I have seen till now.

But this year also I was not in any mood to visit the famous places of kolkata on Christmas, as the burden of finishing my thesis was on my head, and I am still working on it (but could not stop myself to write a blog on Christmas).

But yesterday on 24th, while I was in the hospital, my consultant casually said to me “Take your wife to Park Street, she would love the lights on that street,” I just replied the customary “Ok Sir, Sure”, as I was in no mood to spend time anywhere else except my thesis.

But during yesterday’s evening, after I finished one of the main parts of my thesis, I feel relaxed and suddenly the suggestion of my consultant popped up in my mind, so I decided to visit Part Street at night around 10pm, so that I could just visit that place on my scooter and return within 1 hour.

I had heard a lot about Park Street and its atmosphere on Christmas and New Year, but what I had seen there was totally awesome, it was just a mega celebration, where anywhere you can see youngsters having a Santa hat on their head and selfies were clicking everywhere.

I and my wife also decided to purchase something, I had purchased the Santa hat, while my wife decided to purchase “Tiara”.

And then we started moving to explore the whole street, full of people, full of red hats, full of mobile flashes, full of smell of freshly cooked street side food and also full of alert police personnel.

The street was decorated with beautiful lights and ribbons everywhere, and yes, the long queues were also there in front of famous restaurants like ‘flurys’, ‘Hotel Park’, and many small restaurants and pubs.

We both also clicked so many selfies. Finally when we were about to leave, it was around 11.50pm, suddenly there was a huge roar of youngters, so we decided to be there with them till 12am, and what we had experianced at 12 am is this ;

Someone has rightly said…
On Christmas and New Year, All roads lead to “Park Street”…

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Happiness 🙂

Wishing you all a very Happy Christmas 🙂

That Happy Moment..

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Lake side we share all..

Let me tell you a love story that looks simple but still complicated, but with a happy ending..

We were in love since 12 years, or I should say since school days..

Sitting close to each other in school, giving smiles whenever possible, tried to look at each other whenever possible..

In college days, though we were in different colleges, but still we were dating so many times per week, even if for 5mins on the same famous spot of our city, that is lake side…..

Though our families were friends, but still were against our marriage..

However, I persist, tried to convince them as much as possible by me, but when almost I was about to give up, her’s family become ready for marriage, still I don’t know how ??

And we cherished that happy moment on the same lake side after our marriage..

Participating in #FridayFotoFiction

My Childhood Memory..

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Image : bangthedrumschool.com

After hearing this sentence “My Childhood Memory..”, I just simply recall my memories with my beloved Phupha ji (my father’s Brother-in-law), who just recently passed away, and he was a patient of Alzheimer’s disease.

Personally, I have a lot of memories of my childhood and it is very difficult for me to describe anyone, but one thing about my childhood which I don’t remember, but was an important part of conversation with my phuphaji’s family, was always told by him in front of all whenever I visit him at his house.

It was a memory of my childhood when I was 2-3 years old.

It was my phuphaji’s son (my elder brother) marriage time. I was there at his house with my mother, and giving all kinds of trouble to her.

By seeing this, phuphaji gave me the “Drum Roll,” after this my whole concentration was focused on beating the drum mercilessly 😜 and in doing so my mother was relatively relaxed as she did not have to run after me.

However, the catch point in the whole scenario was that I was naked at that time, so he always used to tell me “You were beating the drum roll without having any clothes in a full joy” 

And I always feel little bit embarrassed, but still feel good because he was always happy whenever he describes this incident.

Sadly, he is not with me, but still I have this particular memory with me to remember him and the time spent with him…

Dr. Anshul

Participating in BlogChatter’s #BlogBuddy campaign with team #Writeaholics

You leave me… Why ?

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Photo prompt for #FridayFotoFiction

It’s not that, we were far away, we were there for each other in every single situation..
It’s not that, I don’t care for you, as I go to extreme limits to fulfill your demands and necessities..

I’ts not that, I don’t love you, as I have every possible thing in my life to be with you..

Then why you leave me, why you leave me alone and why God has taken you from me..

I always have these thoughts when I am alone at our usual Coffee shop beside the lake.

Miss You.

Dr. Anshul

Writing for #FridayFotoFiction with Mayuri and Tina.

What a Day it was.. Part 3

(Read here Part 1Part 2 of this story )

On one particular day both Adi and Suhan had decided to meet during the evening on the outskirts of the city, and it was decided that Adi would pick up Suhan outside of her coaching centre as Suhan was going to bunk her coaching class only to spend time with her newly found love.

All the things were going as per planned, and Adi was there right on time in front of her coaching centre, wearing dark blue denim jeans with a purple T-shirt and a cute smile on his face, while Suhan was a little bit late, but was looking quite beautiful in her light pink suit with small dark pink earrings and her hairs were carefully arranged, as if she had taken all her time to dress herself properly, and why not, as she was going to meet Adi 🙂

Finally, their journey started on Adi’s bike, initially they had tried to maintain the gap between them on his bike, but as expected, the distance between them vanished when Adi tried to put the brake (may be unnecessarily :p ) when there was a speed braker and Suhan didn’t try to move back 😉

Finally, they had reached the small lake on the outskirts of the city, both of them found the place to sit.

Their conversations were ranging from families to college to friends and finally about relationship. They had found that their thinking was very much similar to each other.

As the conversations were on a full swing with their hand in hand, Suhan’s mobile started ringing, and it was none other than her mother’s phone.

She checked the time, and she was already 30 minutes late as compare with the time she generally reached to her house, but to be late was not her concern.

Her concern was that her mother was going to pick her from her coaching, because she was going somewhere in the same route, and by hearing this Suhan becomes afraid and started panicking.

While Adi with his cool and calm nature, did not panic, instead he started his bike and was riding in his full capacity so that he could drop her at the coaching centre before her mom could come. While Suhan sitting upon the pillion seat was not saying anything, she was just afraid to face the unthinkable situation.

Will Adi become successful to drop Suhan on time ? Will the unthinkable happen ? Will they survive ?? Read on my next post…

Read : Part 1 herePart 2 here

Dr. Anshul

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