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Hospitals have traditionally been described as places to receive treatment for medical ailments, maladies, wounds and as dispensaries of surgery and tests. The same treatments can be obtained from a witch’s cauldron, though I heartily hope you won’t consider it be a quick replacement to your local hospital. Children’s books, however, describe hospitals as scary…
Read Part I of this series here…In my last post, I spoke about how hospitals had been described. In the second part of this series, I would like to talk about my experience with Hospitals. After all, this is called ‘My Feelings on Hospitals.’ I personally have never been to a hospital (thank god), and…
Read Part I of this series here… In my last post, I spoke about how hospitals had been described. In the second part of this series, I would like to talk about my experience with Hospitals. After all, this is called ‘My Feelings on Hospitals.’
I personally have never been to a hospital (thank god), and I’m talking about a proper hospital. I have been to clinics a lot and I think my pediatrician is just about done with me, ’cause my medical file must be eating a lot of space on her tablet. I have tons of allergies including dust (How on earth can you undust everything?), smoke (There goes my cooking career. Goodbye Masterchef!) and chlorine (Thanks a lot, dad. Now I can never have a real summer of fun because I can’t swim in chlorinated water, which just happens to be 90% of all water). But I don’t like to complain.
I have had a lot of interesting incidences. From tormenting black kernels of popcorn in noses leading to a traumatising instance with the doctor threatening to cut my nose off if I did not cooperate, (He actually said that! And he pointed to the guy outside his office with heavy bandages covering his entire nose. I was scared!) to me being extremely overenthusiastic (still true) to see my mother after school leading to an extremely painful and embarrassing accident with me rolling down two flights of stairs (i’m not really still into that) and ending with bleeding knees in the backseat of a car.
Don’t worry, I’m alright even if I still have the scars to prove it. (wink) I could regale you with multiple anecdotes of my narrow misses of death (brushes invisible speck of dust off shoulder) but this post is not about that. (also, do you think I should? make a post about that I mean? never mind, I’m getting off-topic)
The point of all of my incessant rambling is, Hospitals can be amazing! They symbolise hope and cure and all of the developments of the 21st century (as opposed to Jane Austen’s 19th century). They save lives and hey, anyone who gives out free desk candy, is okay in my book.
And just like the previous post of this series, I’m ending this with a thought. Do you think hospitals symbolise hope or are they just a painful and cruel reminder to all those who loved the people medicine just couldn’t save? Ponder on that and I’ve given the English teachers something to make all you lazybones write about. Sorry, I did mention I sold out for fame and freedom, right?
Hospitals have traditionally been described as places to receive treatment for medical ailments, maladies, wounds and as dispensaries of surgery and tests. The same treatments can be obtained from a witch’s cauldron, though I heartily hope you won’t consider it be a quick replacement to your local hospital.
Children’s books, however, describe hospitals as scary with lots of sharp instruments and painful treatments. Thus, every child grows up with natural impulse to hate the Doctor’s and that’s just before the needles start flashing.
Middle-Year Fiction for Teenagers describe hospitals as cold and dreary with desolate coloring, over cheery nurses who act like they’re just out of Pants on Fire and a store of old people and patients depressed about their life.
Movies based on Jane Austen’s novels which take place in the 1800s, show Doctor’s as completely inexperienced, with painful and useless torture methods…uh, I mean, cures, of course and being primarily and absolutely male. Which is no doubt a leading cause of their inexperience. That, and the fact medicinal practices were awfully outdated and that praying was the main hope for patients. Always remember, Satan takes his dues!
Hospitals. To me, a person who is prone to allergies and colds at the worst possible time, (for example: during a world wide epidemic of a virus with no cure) hospitals symbolize everything that could or could not, will or will not happen. It’s like a crossroads and I’m blindfolded and covered in a sack and blindly walking to what I hope is best. Of course, Hospitals can be good too, yes I’m serious. Every time I go to the Optician, I get a new power for new glasses, which is always fun. So Hospitals like almost everything in life are pro and con. The only question left to raise is, which aspect will you focus on?
So after all that, what really are hospitals? Are they all the things above or none of them? Take your time choosing. Me? I’m going to sit safely at home and spend my time groveling and praying to the gods for mercy against COVID-19. Happy 3rd Day of Navratri! Read Part II of this series here…
Christian Louse Lange rightly said, “Technology is a useful servant but a dangerous master.”
In this tech savvy generation and life style it is a miracle we have time to make our hair. All of us sing the same tune- Homework, Exams and Social Media. But does family or reading books come into this routine? Both of these are just as important. Reading is a boon in so many ways and family? You wouldn’t even be here without it.
Technology VS. Reading Books: The Choice is Yours
Research proves that if children spent half the time they spend on social media studying, Einstein’s would be popping up everywhere. Just give reading a try and don’t give up in desperation after a few failed attempts, just find your genre and exploit it. Not only does reading increase your imagination and manners it also prevents social awkwardness.
Do you know technology causes isolation or makes you solitary? You all are probably thinking that technology connects us with friends who live far away, so how is it that the very means that connect us make us solitary? Online interactions take away from our conversations with people who may be in the same room as us. We land up ignoring these in our immediate surroundings.
Well, technology is great when used in moderation but addiction grips us like a cat pouncing on a helpless mouse. Luckily for all you victimized mice, we have a miracle cure! No, it is not laughter but reading books, though a good joke can go a long way too.
Reading is a wonderful source of interest for all generations. Another bonus is it does not cause death. Yes, according to the CNN, technology increases your risk of dying by 26%
So the choice is yours, what will you pick -books or technology?
When you showed up at my door, In the cold October snow, With the dimples on your cheek, And the freckles on your chin, It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up in the rain, In my apartment b’hind the lane, With a trembling little puppy, And your sun-kissed drenched skin, It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up with your mother, In the scorching hot Virginia summer, With your cheeky-little smile, And your scrunched-up bunchy brows, It All Made Sense To Me,
When you showed up in the storm, With your sister in my dorm, With your sparkling bright-green eyes, And your dark tanned skin, It All Made Sense To Me,
And then I showed up in the spring, With a velvet box and a ring, It All Made Sense To Me, Yeah, It All Made Sense To Me, ‘Cause we were meant to be.
Today is a joyous day, Of hope and cheer and of merry, The wreaths on the doors, And trees decorated and shiny,
Christmas is a time for celebration, Of twinkling lights and ornaments fair, To be safe with our loved ones, A shelter from this wintry storm,
See the pretty snowflakes falling, Look into the gardens, Where the grass that ‘twas green, No longer a blade is to be seen,
May this Christmas be the first of many, When we celebrate all that we have got, And in our love there is an instance of forever, The sense of being home when we’re together!
The following is a script I wrote in Grade 7 for our class assembly. It is about Alex, a failed author who gets some expert writing advice. I own none of the names of the authors. This is an imaginative play. I mean no offense to any person, entity, class or religion. This is meant to be pure fiction.
Play Title- Inquire to Aspire
Characters-
Young author- Alex (Alexandra/Alexander)
J.K. Rowling
Rick Riordan
Agatha Christie
P.G. Wodehouse
William Shakespeare
Ruskin Bond
Arthur Conan Doyle
Narrator 1
Narrator 2
Editor 1
Editor 2
Script-
Narrator 1- This is a tale about our aspiring young author Alex who inquires about writing techniques to improve her novel
Alex- Yes! Finally! I finished the last chapter. Now I’ll give it to the editor and see to his/her thoughts.
Narrator 2- Alex goes to the editor.
Editor 1- You are?
Alex- I am Alex. This is a novel entitled ‘the mystery of the parallel universe’.
(after glancing through synopsis and first chapter)
Editor 2- This is preposterous! This novel is too out there!
Editor 1- And the characters? Why are they all so suspicious of every tiny thing that anyone does!
Alex- I, I, I’m sorry for wasting your time.
Narrator 1- Alex leaves, her spirits deflated.
Narrator 2- She is half inclined to give up writing completely!
Alex- What does this mean? Am I no good at writing?
Narrator 1- Suddenly, some mist appears and seven surprised people appear.
Narrator 2- Alex is surprised as these people are ones she knows very well.
Shakespeare- The two families were the Capulets and the Montagues. Wait, this isn’t Stratford-Apon-Avon. Where am I?
Bond- Who are all of you?
Rowling- I was just heading home when this wind carried me here. Explain.
Christie- How about you figure it out yourself like a real novelist.
Rowling- You have no idea who you’re messing with, Muggle.
Christie- Don’t get too big for your boots- Joanne Jo Kathleen Rowling.
Doyle- Sounds like a case for Sherlock Holmes
Wodehouse-Such a serious bunch. Lighten up!
Riordan- I know right!
Alex- You are all here. How? I mean, Agatha Christie, J.K. Rowling, Rick Riordan, P.G. Wodehouse, William Shakespeare, Ruskin Bond and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. All here. Umm, can I help you?
Christie- Perhaps, we are here to help you.
Shakespeare- Is anything troubling you, my dear?
Alex- Only my novel. No one thinks it’s any good.
Bond- We’re the experts of that.
Rowling- I struggled for 7 years with my hit Harry Potter series. We know what you are going through.
Riordan-Do have a good climax?
Alex- A what now?
Wodehouse- He means the action scene.
Shakespeare- In the mountain of writing
Alex- Could you elaborate, please?
Bond- Step 1- Decide the theme
Riordan- Step 2- Draft the opening
Wodehouse- Step 3- Draft the setting
Christie- Step 4- Draft the action
Rowling- Step 5- Draft the Climax
Shakespeare- Step 6- Draft the conflicts
Doyle- And last but not the least, Step 7- Draft a solid resolution.
Alex- Thank you!
Shakespeare- I fear our time with you is ending. Here is some final advice.
Shakespeare- People’s good deeds we write in water. The bad deeds are etched in brass
Bond- Always have a paper basket with you. When you dislike and idea you can start afresh
Rowling- What you write becomes who you are. So make sure you love your writing.
Christie- Writing is a great comfort for me. People who are unsure about themselves have trouble expressing themselves
Doyle- The world is full of obvious things which no one ever notices
Wodehouse- I am never really comfortable unless I’m writing or I have a story going
Riordan- Identify the moral dilemma driving the problem so the reader wonders what they would do in the place of the protagonist.
Alex- Wow! I have to write my novel now- A visit from the past
Narrator 1- Alex is slaving away with a spring in her step. She is now going to the editor again.
Editor 1- You again, eh!
Alex- Give it a read.
Editor 2- Wow! I can’t believe it’s written by the same person.
Editor1- We’ll look in to your novel.
Alex-Thank you!
Narrator 2- So you see, if you want something you have to INQUIRE TO ASPIRE!
Perspective was the first word that came to me, It was a pair of glasses required for the sky to see! I have always wondered, That because the clouds thundered, Wouldn’t they be hard of hearing? I have always found it endearing, That the Sun would require sunglasses! This shows us new perspective, Freedom is our only objective, I want to try something new, Something done by few. Admitting you may be wrong, Is a skill possessed by none, Admitting your faults, Is not acknowledged at all! New beginnings & a beautiful sunset, With a scope of opportunity, A chance of freedom, And a certainty of luck A whole lot of pluck And big heart Is all you need to fly free.
‘Love, Hope and Compassion is shown when we help the needy……………………… and something else but my mind wandered away as the teacher droned on some more. I was mainly focused on the picture behind her.
A scene of real enjoyment as some poor children smiled for all they were worth. A monument behind them probably made of sandstone. Ugh! I needed to brush up on history or was it civics? Three girls were smiling without a care in the world. They were playing with Holi Color. They were so happy but I didn’t feel pity for them instead I felt glad. Not at their misfortune, and I still wished they had better lives. I stand by the statement; Everyone should work for pleasure. These young girls learnt a lesson not many got to learn, experience or feel. They had a harsh life, a tough time and an unfortunate ticket in the lottery of life but all that really mattered was that they were happy.
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