Today i want to write on the issue that i've been upset in the recent past alot and thats of worsening sex ratio. It is appalling to watch in the tv the remains of fetuses denied the rights to the see the sun light. What really hurts me more is the deteoriating thinking of the doctors who do such crimes. Doctors are said to be intelligent to understand what is apt for the society and they are the ones who can change social outlook. How come an educated person do a crime like this? This clearly indicates how this profession has lost its sanctity and succumbed to the societal pressures of earning money and putting the ethics in the back seat.
The nobility this profession enjoyed of in the past has given way to the urge of earning money by hook or by crook. Responsibility of this largely depends on the growing govt. policy of increasing reservations thus leaving less no. of seats for students aspiring for the course whether for graduation or for post graduation.
Its people who have money end up doing courses as high as they want, and obtain seats by paying huge sums of money. Once they enter this real world of practice their primary
aim is to recover the money spent behind education and they start all sorts of mal practices. Today's sadening field of medicine is not about curing ppl but earning money anyways.
It is sad and govt. is still not bothered, they are as well busy in luring ppl to vote for them, so that they as well earn money.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
ME
I wanted to start my blog site with William Wordsworth's "I wandered lonely as a cloud" because it best describes what i wish to secretly do. This poetry found its place in my heart when i was 12yr old and it still remains my favourite poetry.
Let me pen down soemthing about me, I've been crazy about literature since i was 13yr old. Irony
it may seem, but i chose logic over literature and finally graduated with a degree of dentistry. I am basically a free person, i love freedom. i believe in LIVE AND LET LIVE. I dont bother or mess much with people. Dont like to linger on with anyone day in or night coz i love the excitement of meeting someone after really long time. I love solitude.
I like to hone my skills and knowledge continuosly and love debates.
I would be posting articles and views on slew of subjects, keep checking them.
Let me pen down soemthing about me, I've been crazy about literature since i was 13yr old. Irony
it may seem, but i chose logic over literature and finally graduated with a degree of dentistry. I am basically a free person, i love freedom. i believe in LIVE AND LET LIVE. I dont bother or mess much with people. Dont like to linger on with anyone day in or night coz i love the excitement of meeting someone after really long time. I love solitude.
I like to hone my skills and knowledge continuosly and love debates.
I would be posting articles and views on slew of subjects, keep checking them.
"I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD" William Wordsworth
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay: 10
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I WANDERED lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay: 10
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood, 20
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
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