Santhosh's ramblings

Traveling on Indian railways is always an exhilarating experience. Flights can never replace the joy of train travel. And with the massive upgrade of the railways, it is better than ever before. The new facade of the railway stations, the colorful lights, and the ethnic architecture are worth admiring. The new trains and the upgrading of the old ones, with new colors and pictures, are great to see. Vande Bharat (VB), the most recently introduced one, is sleek and cute. But once you enter the station, it is still the same or better than before. Crowds are more than ever, almost a stampede at times, a 4-hour wait for the VB to arrive and a 7-hour delay to reach the destination, the waste from the previous run pushed into one corner of the train (there was no time for the turnaround trip), the large beautiful bio-toilets, but left un-flushed by the previous occupant, the automatic closing of the doors, etc., give you a mixed feeling. That some things never change. The uncertainty of trave

Recently, it dawned on me the seriousness of the matter: that I should consider my life as a house being built. I could choose any type of brick to build it—gold, silver, costly stones, wood, hay, or straw. Some are costly, heavy, and take effort to procure and build, while others are easily available, not too heavy, and easy to handle. But I am expected to choose the best. I am expected to keep building it until the last day of my life, when I will be given the house to occupy. I knew this earlier, but I never took it seriously.    Looking back, in some seasons, I had money, time, and resources to choose the best material. In other seasons, I had to use whatever was quick and easy because I did not have the time, money, or resources to go for the best.   However, I did not know that before I am given the house back to occupy, there will be a structural stability check by a team of civil engineers. The tool they will use is fire and storm, the storm will check the foundation, and the f

Traveling, I came across this fort. Well-built, for the defense of the Kingdom of yesteryears, this would serve as a stronghold for the King and his team. “A fortification (also called a fort, fortress, or stronghold) is a military construction designed for the defense of territories in warfare, and is used to establish rule in a region  during peacetime. The term is derived from Latin fortis ("strong") and facere ("to make").' We have moved away from such stone age structures. Now it's more drones and barbed wires, not just against enemies, but also against those who ask uncomfortable questions. To keep unwanted brothers and sisters at bay. But then there are others who do not have the power or resources to build forts. Those protecting themselves from the powerful who want to take over their land, for economic interests, must find other ways to protect themselves and their land. We see this in different parts of the world including some parts of our own na

Re-reading the chapter on Delirium in the “Harrison's Principles of internal Medicine” was a re-learning time. Delirium is defined as an acute confusional state, leading to major morbidity and mortality. The diagnosis is based on Confusion Assessment Method Diagnostic Algorithm. Two necessary criteria, and one of the other two as an additional criterion.  Acute onset and fluctuating course – mental status changes, sudden in onset and fluctuates during the day. Inattention – difficulty in focussing attention, easily distractable or difficulty in keeping track of what is being said. Disorganised thinking – thinking is disorganised or incoherent, rambling, irrelevant, unclear, illogical, unpredictable. Altered Level of consciousness – not alert – either vigilant (hyperalert) lethargic (drowsy or easily aroused) or come (unarousable). Reading this was not only re-learning but revealing too. I suddenly realised, sometime during the day I am in Delirium too! And many around me too! Sudde

Travelling through 5 locations in about 10 days, one tends to  observe a lot. One thing that stood out was the “Inclusive development” systems being fast forwarded! I am sure what I will be writing here, might be dissected by developmental experts, since my writing is not based on expertise or data, but casual observations. But still here it is! Technical definition – “Inclusive development is an equitable development approach built on the understanding that every individual and community, of all diverse identities and experiences, is instrumental in the transformation of their own societies. Their engagement throughout the entire development process leads to better outcomes” . But technical definitions apart, it was interesting to observe that what I saw was something that confused my brain.   Stop one  – a B2 city, with a bustling population and an AQI (Air Quality Index) of 300 plus, as part of a team who was traveling to a hill station for a weekend retreat. In the stop one locati

I love foggy wintery mornings and nights in Delhi. There is a mystical and eerie feeling in such mornings and nights. I suppose this may be true for others like me too, who works from home mostly. For those who get out to work daily, foggy mornings and evening is not easy, rather disruptive.  Even driving in foggy roads, has its own charm. (As long I am not driving!) There is an adventure to it. It is enjoyable. Roads that are hardly visible, faint lights all around, moving at a snail's pace, and time stands still since you cannot move fast.  But then for those who are travelling it is a night mare. Delays, disruptions and cancellations are common.  Couple of days back, we had a family who was to come from Chennai to Delhi to stay with us for a training, but flight got canceled. They quickly made alternative plans to turn the training into an online one, and went ahead and did what they were expected to. What we missed was their company and fellowship. Same day another family stran

The question of living relevant lives in the era of runaway tractors is a challenging question to answer. (Read  this before continuing further)  https://santhoshsramblings.blogspot.com/2024/01/the-runaway-tractor.html Most days, I find myself behaving like an ostrich. “T he ostrich effect, also known as the ostrich problem, is a cognitive bias that describes how people often avoid negative information, including feedback that could help them monitor their goal progress. Instead of dealing with the situation, we bury our heads in the sand, like ostriches. This avoidance can often make things worse, incurring costs that we might not have had to pay if we had faced things head-on.”  https://thedecisionlab.com/biases/ostrich-effect#   On other days, I feel like a meerkat. The meerkat effect is defined as sticking its head up to look around whenever something might happen, in hyper vigilance, but then digging a tunnel and hiding. Their theme song is “Dig a tunnel before the hyenas come.”