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Me!

I am a true libran. Indecisive, attempting to balance opinions and seeing both sides of the story. And so, I am never sure of which way to go.

I wish life was simple. I wish I could be spontaneous. 
I go through life one episode at a time. I can never plan ahead. 
I cannot hurt people and live with it. I am not comfortable talking about how I really feel about stuff either, my diary is helpful there.
I have always had trouble with the word 'no'. I find it difficult saying it to people. And when I do, I don't really pull it off well. Things don't remain as pretty thereon.
I love pets and food! And I find there is no bigger a turn-on than a doc in scrubs or a surgeon at work! 



Why Inertia?
If there is one constant aspect in my life, it would have to be this principle of fundamental physics. The tendency to resist any change. I love being set. In my cocoon, any attempt to disturb the equilibrium is frowned upon.
That's me!

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  1. nice blog.....really appreciating..keep it up...

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  2. Agreed that most lectures are dull, drab and boring. Agreed that most students bend backwards to please their teachers. Now move out of the lecture halls and tell us what did you see in the hospital wards-your encounters with white aprons and sick patients. S

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  3. Truely said , the pen is the tongue of the mind. Writing is an adventure and here ,words become one with things. I really Appreciate you for presenting your feelings in such a beautiful way........Dr.Amrita ;-)

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  4. hi this is thinking medico here, ofcourse thats a pen name..
    read all ur posts in singlo go and the time line u have created is a literary treat. plus the simplicity of language and clarity of vision are the ultimate pleasures for d raeder.. keep rocking, my best wishes to you.

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  5. You have actually described yourself very well. It's not easy for everyone to know your own self so well. Keep going. Good luck.

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