on micheals birthday, a small get together in mid valley
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its june 21st today and im really excited to get back home..looking at one of my lobby mate packing her stuff to leave tonite makes me sick. i want to be home to...well,its just the waiting part is hard...i cant wait that long! (im leaving next week)..well i did not sleep today....dont ask why...i slept 15 hours yesterday...i just dint have anything to do...so im online the whole nite...did my laundry, my washing my cleaning and im still not tired....was going thru my friendster account...i manage to surprisingly bump into a few of my classmates at school...kindda glad..well..am gonna go throw my self on bed...try to shut my eye...its 4 and its so freaking bright...urghhhhhh..good nite people!

myself
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rakesh with his new shoe
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friends from ryazan, rohan sohoni,amol khot,myself, anagha,vishal jasani and somnath parui
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sri lankan nite..mike,sheena,raj,rahul,myself and utra
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see no evil,speak no evil,hear no evil...rahul, myself and utra in my room
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Jenny was married to a male chauvinist. They both worked full time, but he never did anything around the house and certainly not any housework. That, he declared, was woman's work! But one evening Jenny arrived home from work to find the children bathed, a load of wash in the washing machine and another in the dryer, dinner on the stove and a beautifully set table, complete with flowers. She was astonished, and she immediately wanted to know what was going on. It turned out that Charley, her husband, had read a magazine article that suggested working wives would be more romantically inclined if they weren't so tired from having to do all the housework, in addition to holding down a full-time job. The next day, she couldn't wait to tell her girlfriends at the office. "How did it work out?" they asked. "Well, it was a great dinner, Jenny said. "Charley even cleaned up, helped the kids with their homework, folded the laundry and put everything away." "I really enjoyed my evening." she went on to say. "But what about afterward?" her friends wanted to know. "It didn't work out," Jenny said. "Charley was too tired."

i practically woke up really late today around 10.30 for my clss at 11. thank god i live in the uni compound so it was just 2 minutes walk to class. i took a brisk bath, a very fast one, got ready and headed for class. bumped into rahul, annoyed him as usual, believe me its fun, and then i prepared my self to face the most dreaded teacher in the hygiene department. I really hate him for my own reasons. class was over by 12.30, went to the cafe to grab something to bite, bumped into raj,desi,premila and rahul. came back to hostel with desi, premila and raj since it was raining. it has been raining since last night, a very good weather to sleep i must say. wonder if anyone actually studies in this weather. even now, im on my bed with laziness knocking in. They just left, and my stomach is really growling. friendster made some annoying changes, do check it out. i erm, plan to sleep now and wake up later and study. i do need to do some laundry later maybe might make some chapatis today. well thats all about my boring life here in kursk ahhh on a thursday. cant wait for the weekend where i can begin my sleeping marathon!

Okie, im back!! I know I took a long break from blogging and mailing. Thanks a lot for the kinship of keeping in touch. Neil yes, I have successfully passed my surgery paper long time back! Just dint have the time to tell you. Sorry. Well, let me see what’s exciting in my life. Yes, I had my clinical genetics cycle last week. It dint turn out as I anticipated, you know, scheming the progeny and stuff. I practically watched abortions everyday. The procedure was completely different; I have seen vacuum suction but not this. First the mother was draped, without anesthesia. She was 7 months pregnant, her baby had a cyst on her left kidney and the right kidney was completely not functioning. Then, the baby was traced to be crippled. Let’s see, ultrasound was done, found the heart, areas with amniotic fluid and then a huge needle was pierced into the abdomen to the amniotic fluid. Ok, I thought they were going to drain the fluid out, the amniotic fluid, I was wrong. They actually punctured the heart of the baby and were draining the blood out. I was turning blue I think, cause my classmates were looking at me. Eventually, everyone was turning blue. Then, for 13 times the amniotic fluid was drained out (absolutely) and was replaced by sodium chloride. I mean, the heart was still pounding slowly, and they are practically going to dehydrate the baby to death. Geez. After 24 hours, the mother delivers a still born baby. The idea of aborting a child after 5 months was really astounding. In Malaysia, as I know, no babies were aborted after such period of time. It would be treacherous for the mother, I suppose. I had this cycle for 6 days.
Well, right now, im with hygiene cycle. Not a heavy subject for sure. Im packaging up my semester very soon. Heading back to Malaysia on the 28th of June. My exams are around the corner, 3 papers, radiology, hygiene and operative surgery.
Raj and Mike was here today, updating some luscious secrets. Rahul was sweet enough to buy some mini pizzas and come over. I rearranged my room today. And now its 12.40am and yet I don’t have plans to stroke my book. Laziness knocking in, I do plan to sleep but I have some topics to cover, so do take care, I don’t promise to update my blog daily, but I’ll do it time to time, till then! Have fun

When you are together with that special someone,you pretend to ignore that person. But when that special someone is not around, you might look around to find them... at that moment, you are in love.... Although there is someone else who always makes you laugh, your eyes and attention might go only to that special someone... then, you are in love.... Although that special someone was supposed to have called you long back, to let you know of their safe arrival, your phone is quiet... you are desperately waiting for the call! at that moment, you are in love.... If you are much more excited for one short e- mail from that special someone than other many long e-mails, you are in love.... When you find yourself as one who cannot erase all the messages in your answering machine because of one message from that special someone, you are in love.... When you get a couple of free movie tickets, you would not hesitate to think of that special someone... then, you are in love.... You keep telling yourself, "that special someone is just a friend", but you realize that you can not avoid that person's special attraction... at that moment, you are in love.... While you are reading this page, if someone appears in your mind, then u are in love with that person....

Let me love you one day at a time...
and please love me the very same say. May we never learn all there is to know about love, but every day together will teach us a little more about ourselves and the special kind of happiness we can bring to each other. One of the best things you've helped me learn is that love starts with being honest, speaking straight from how we really feel. I like how we've opened doors and windows of our lives, and invited each other to come in, look around, and get acquainted. The more I'm with you, the more at home I feel.
Let me love you one day at a time...
Why talk about "always" and say things we're not sure we mean when we can talk about today and mean exactly what we say. Let's think of each sunrise as a fresh start, a brand new beginning... and try to fill each day with as much love as it can hold. I know you're not always going to be exactly the same person Sunday through Saturday, January through December, and neither am I. We both need laughing times and crying times... and time for every mood in between. The important thing is that you can be the kind of you that feels most natural and that I can be my most favorite kind of me. That's what makes us so comfortable together...It's also what keeps us from taking too much for granted.
Let me love you one day at a time...
Let's not wonder how long love will last but how beautiful we can make it grow. Let's give our best to each other, but let's never expect miracles of our love. There's no need to...The reality of you and me is better than all the impossible dreams and fantasies I've ever imagined. Being with you is feeling proud, blessed, grateful for each hour we share.
Let me love you one day at a time...
not according to any How-To book, or by someone else's set of rules... but simply for who you are and how you are with me. And please love me, not for what I might be molded into, but for what I am here and now. Don't expect me to be someone all good and all giving, someone who could never disappoint you... someone too right to be real and too perfect to be me. I'm just as human as anyone I know... and very thankful that you are, too. Let's try to remember that love means keeping in touch with each other's thoughts and feelings... listening not just to words, but to the emotions behind them... seeing, not just the smiles and frowns but the hurt and pleasures that cause them.
Let me love you one day at a time...starting today. Let's have the courage to try to change whatever needs changing about us, and wisdom to know what should never be changed. Believing in ourselves and in our ability to handle whatever tomorrow brings... and trusting that this love we share will continue to grow stronger as the future years unfold... One Beautiful Day at a Time.

Well guess whos back!!!!!!! Ive received tons of messages flooding my in box on my well being! Firstly im touched, so im here to let you people know that im fine really fine just tied down with work and lots and lots of smiles. So don’t worry much about me yeah. If u need my phone number again, message me on yahoo, I’ll pass it to you there yeah..till then take care…neil thanks a lot for da thought and kippu I owe u one for the advice, I took it and im happy.. love u

The only thing I feel around me is the feeling of being forlorn and it isn’t really something I like to feel. Today I learned that I was born alone and will live my life alone. I had a nice shower after trying out my home made wax. I again prefer to state here that it’s rather easier to stick to shaving. The guys had gone for their boys night get together and I thought it would be nice to spend some time with my girlfriends. I went over to Hilda and Linda’s room and sadly they weren’t really free. Hilda was with someone and Linda was out. Then I decided to get to a nearby room and I heard a girl’s voice o why bother him. I went over to many peoples room but everyone was spending their time with their special someone. I thought it would be good if I come home and spend my evening with the cat and I guess even he had someone else in mind. Sad I know, but that’s simply my life. I decided to pray, but then I had to stop because I knew I was getting no where. At this moment I miss home, miss home so very much. If only I was at home, my mom would at least be there for me. My dad would have been there to share his shoulders and so were my sisters. I miss Bianca there and hate her for not being there for me. I miss kippu for trying to be a Romanian and not at least replying my letters. I miss ashu for moving to Delhi and have no net service. I miss all of them and wish they were really near by to be here when I needed someone to really talk to right now. I was just wasting my phone credit on sms which wasn’t for the right person I think. I dint get any reply even from home. Guess every one was busy. I logged on line and it made me feel even worst. From 239 mails I had only one made sense. A mail from a very close friend that made me smile because he calls me K, made me wonder if that was my real name for a while. I used my table as my tabla and played along many songs to pass the evening. I had time to think about who was I once. I used to sing and play the tabla and that too without any teacher helping me out. I picked it up from a school cultural show and I had a friend who plays it really well so I decided to learn from him. I learned the veena too and was rather good. And now I am sitting here in Russia without any practice, without any hobby, without any interest except passing my exams. Call it PMS, but I doubt it. I found a grey hair today and that even made me sicker. I guess I should just call it a day. And yes, Neel, I do miss you too. Thanks for being such a wonderful friend.

Friday January 6, 2006

Not enough coconuts for Thaipusam

PENANG: Hindus wishing to break coconuts in conjunction with Thaipusam on Feb 11 may not be able to do it so lavishly this time around. It is learnt that the coconut harvest last month was poor due to the rainy season. Coconut wholesaler M. Joel Jeyachandran said the coconut supply from a plantation in Bagan Datoh, Perak, would be insufficient to meet demand during Thaipusam. “Now I only have about 5,000 coconuts at my shop and they are not enough to meet orders,” he said, adding that he sold about 100,000 coconuts during Thaipusam last year. He said the supply of coconuts had shrunk about 50% due to the high demand for the back-to-back Hari Raya Aidilfitri and Deepavali celebrations in November. Due to the poor harvest, some coconut traders in Penang had increased the price to RM1.40 a fruit, from 80 sen a few days ago. However, Joel Jeyachandran is still selling the coconuts at 70 sen each for fear of driving away his regular customers. “I have no intention to increase the price, which has remained for the past four years, due to competition among wholesalers, especially those in Seberang Prai,” he said. However for this Thaipusam, Joel Jeyachandran is planning to increase the price by 10 sen. “It still depends on the supply from the plantation,” he said. A. Anbarasan, 51, a wholesaler at Lorong Abu Siti here, said he estimated sales at about 20,000 coconuts for this Thaipusam, against 40,000 last year.

UK policy to reduce skills drain from Africa is ineffective
London Zosia Kmietowicz
The UK government’s policy of banning healthcare staff who are actively recruited from the world’s poorest countries from working in the NHS is unlikely to help achieve the goal of boosting the number of doctors and nurses in the developing world, says a development specialist.
Dr Lola Banjoko, chairwoman of the Africa-wide recruitment and employment agency Africa Recruit, believes that the code of practice, which aims to restrict recruitment of healthcare professionals from 150 developing countries is well meaning. But she says that the policy cannot work in isolation. “Trying to stop people from moving from one country to another for work is not practically workable and is an infringement of people’s human rights,” said Dr Banjoko. Africa Recruit aims to boost professional capacity throughout the continent.
Dr Banjoko called for an international strategy to tackle the drain of skills from developing countries.

source;bmj.com

UK policy to reduce skills drain from Africa is ineffective
London Zosia Kmietowicz
The UK government’s policy of banning healthcare staff who are actively recruited from the world’s poorest countries from working in the NHS is unlikely to help achieve the goal of boosting the number of doctors and nurses in the developing world, says a development specialist.
Dr Lola Banjoko, chairwoman of the Africa-wide recruitment and employment agency Africa Recruit, believes that the code of practice, which aims to restrict recruitment of healthcare professionals from 150 developing countries is well meaning. But she says that the policy cannot work in isolation. “Trying to stop people from moving from one country to another for work is not practically workable and is an infringement of people’s human rights,” said Dr Banjoko. Africa Recruit aims to boost professional capacity throughout the continent.
Dr Banjoko called for an international strategy to tackle the drain of skills from developing countries.

source;bmj.com

ChuckBy Gerard T. Brooker, Ed.D.

Chuck was in my high-school English honors class. He was a writer of great promise. So, when he told me he had been accepted into the journalism program at the University of Missouri, I wasn't surprised. During his freshman year at college, Chuck stopped by school a few times to keep me posted on his progress. We reminisced about our work together several years before. We had developed public service radio commercials to raise money for twenty-three sick and abandoned Cambodian babies who were being cared for by a nurse friend of mine in Thailand, a place far away yet close to our hearts. Chuck was instrumental by helping to raise several thousand dollars. It was an activity that in some ways transformed our formal relationship into a friendship. Whenever we got together on his visits, my spirits were always buoyed as he was filled with the joy of life. In his sophomore year, it was discovered Chuck had lung cancer and had only a short while to live. So he left school to come home to be near his loved ones. I went to see him one day, and in that mysterious way that some seriously ill people have, he reached into a deep place of his rich humanity and made us laugh for most of the afternoon. As I left him and hugged him good-bye, I felt confused and angry. There seemed to be no sense in what was happening. About six weeks later, Chuck died. It was a great loss for everyone, especially for his family. The youngest of nine children, Chuck was talented and full of promise. More importantly, he was a good and decent person, a just man. When I went to his funeral, his father asked to speak with me. He took me aside and told me that several weeks before, Chuck had asked him to go over his possessions and memorabilia with him so that he might select a few things to be buried in the coffin with him. He told me how bittersweet the assignment was. How his heart, the heart of a father, nearly burst with love and sadness. In the end, Chuck chose six items, including an essay he had written in my class some years before. He told me that Chuck had always kept the piece because he liked the message I had written to him at the bottom of the last page. In that little note, I affirmed his talent as a writer and I urged him to be responsible for the gift, to be committed to it as something special. That encouraging postscript would now go with Chuck across the great divide. I was touched and grateful for the extraordinary gift Chuck gave me that day. His wonderful gesture gave the teacher in me a vital insight, one that would change my life. His taking my reassuring note with him into eternity offered me a tremendous opportunity for impacting students' lives. I felt reenergized with a sense of purpose that was greater than ever. Whenever I forget my purpose, I think of Chuck, and I am reminded of it once again: Teachers have the power to affect hearts and minds for a long time. Some would even say for eternity.

well life has been rather hectic on my side with exams lurking around the corner. i have managed to give my internal med practicals with good results and in five hours time i shall be having my surgery practicals...so whats my plan for the rest of the day...i prefer to sleep!...till theen chiou bye end

7 DONt'S AFTER A MEAL------------------------------------------- * Don't smoke- Experiment from experts proves that smoking a cigarette after meal is comparable to smoking 10 cigarettes (chances of cancer is higher). *Don't eat fruits immediately - Immediately eating fruits after meals will cause stomach to be bloated with air. Therefore take fruit 1-2 hr after meal or 1hr before * Don't drink tea - Because tea leaves contain a high content of acid. This substance will cause the Protein content in the food we consume to be hardened thus difficult to digest* Don't loosen your belt - Loosening the belt after a meal will easily cause the intestine to be twisted & blocked. * Don't bathe! - Bathing will cause the increase of blood flow to the hands, legs & body thus the amount of blood around the stomach will therefore decrease. This will weaken the digestive system in our stomach. { and sum POT's make a big fuss over this matter ;) } * Don't walk about - People always say that after a meal walk a hundred steps and you will live till 99. In actual fact this is not true. Walking will cause the digestive system to be unable to absorb the nutrition from the food we intake. * Don't sleep immediately - The food we intake will not be able to digest properly. Thus will lead to gastric & infection in our intestine.