A diary on Dr. K Archive
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It’s a…
Posted on January 30, 2013 |I have been wondering for a while how I would announce to you the gender of the child once we got to know it. If it’s a girl, I’ll change my website to a pink theme and have balloons floating around was my first thought. I did not have an idea what I’d do with a boy. The thought lasted just a few seconds before I embarrassed myself with putting the child-to-be in gendered containers. I myself had been fond of pink for a long time. I remember a shopping trip during my primary school days when I demanded pink... -
The start of a long journey
Posted on November 22, 2012 |Joy, fear, pride, panic, love, relief and a range of other nouns could have explained my emotions when I heard the news from Dr. K. To be honest, my dominant reaction was ‘eh, ok’. After all, it’s not a new release of an iPad or some other cool gadget on which you start getting excited nine months in advance, right? We were merely dealing with an organism that was then just a set of twenty or so cells, dividing itself like bacteria and fighting its way to a temporary shelter. Not something to be excited about so much in advance.... -
Two tips for expressing love to your wife
Posted on August 9, 2012 |On using academic training to express love... -
We are a pair-o’-docs
Posted on March 23, 2011 |Thinking of similarities and differences on the verge of getting married... -
The twain shall meet
Posted on January 6, 2011 |There is never a moment of dullness when the opposites meet “I hid the camera, is there anything else that I should hide?” The preparation for Vipul’s visit started with this. Vipul and Dr. K and polar opposites in two ways. Vipul’s cardinal philosophy is: if I see a button, I press it. Inevitably, he has a history of ipods, laptops and other devices crashing with his interventions. The highlight of this trip being the crash of the ticketing machine at the railway station; he could simply not resist playing with while he waited to be picked up. Dr. K... -
A nightmare abut towels
Posted on November 9, 2010 |Love needs surveillance, and nothing escapes the eyes of Dr. K. She has the uncanny ability of retracing my day with telltale details. Within minutes of returning from work she normally recounts whether I ate, napped, read, did the laundry, etc. Normally her account is accurate. So, when she came home and declared that I did not go swimming as I had promised, I was surprised. “But I did go swimming”, I told her. She looked puzzled and asked me what towel I used and I pointed out the brown towels that we regularly use in the bathroom. “You don’t... -
Where questions stop
Posted on November 4, 2010 |A few days ago I was listening to a biologist who recounted a philosophic conversation. In it the philosopher asked a man who had gone to the market why he was there. “To buy vegetables”, the man answered. “Why do you want vegetables?”, the philosopher continued. “So that I can eat” “Why do you want to eat?” “So that I can be healthy” “Why do you want to be healthy?” “Because I will be unhappy if I am not healthy” “Ah, you are in the market so that you can be happy”, said the philosopher and stopped his round of... -
Dr K
Posted on April 20, 2010 |For the purpose of this post, I’ll call her Dr. K. She is not one of those real doctors, the kind that I will be. She is the kind that deals with medicines and treats people one-by-one. Her speciality, I am led to believe, involves slashing people’s throats regularly and whipping people’s faces into shapes that she desires. In fancy words, she is an ENT and facial plastics surgeon. She is an avid reader, a pilot, compulsive shopper and (to borrow her friend’s words) her sunscreen budget rivals the GDP of small nations. Despite her sunscreen budget and a thousand...
