ALL SAINTS HIGH

We all must have come across many types of people. Some you are obsessed with themselves (you can count me in there), some who just like to talk about themselves, some who likes to talk about everyone but not themselves (most dangerous type), some you have no care with others just want to have some fun (everyone wants to be friend with them) and there are the “All Saints High” they are no saints but pretend to be saints hence “All Saints High”.

“All Saints High” are people who pretends that they believe in less bullshit but actually creates all the bullshit. They are the one who wants less and true friends but also wants everyone stick around them. The most dangerous trait of these type of people is they think they know about every single character, quality, action, mind not only about others but also themselves (Really! who are you a saint). They are not obsessed “obsessed” about themselves, they are more like just know everything. In every conversation after every 2-3 sentence later they talk same bullshit I’m not like this, I’m like this (They know more than God know themselves when they were here).

More description include they are like, other people life doesn’t matter to them and let me tell you one thing people’s life does matter to them and they are talking about people too and literally everything about them from the cheap things like clothes to as high as activities.

You all must be thinking is really “All Saints High” a term. No it wasn’t actually but borrow it from google to describe a type of people we all must came across.

Won’t it be better if “All Saints High” will just be a Saint or a normal human who do mistake and learn.

My experience, Therapy with fear or with politeness.

Once a teacher in my physical therapy school told me “therapy can heal patient but therapy done with politeness can win the patient”. In this article I’m going to share my experience of working under a certified physical therapist (masters in orthopedics) in my hometown a year back for a month. (The month end abruptly. why?)

I don’t know how to start my experience. But before starting I’m apologizing to every physical therapist if they find my article offensive. My fingers are trembling while writing this article. Since a year of holding back from sharing this but I have to share my experience now with you all. I keep it up to you how you take it.

Lets start.

That time my 3rd year examination just ended and we got one month summer break. I wanted to utilize it in every possible way. So I decided to go for obervationship under a Physical therapist in hometown who is running a successful clinic. There are many clinic but I choose her because she was graduated from same PT school I’m studying and she was the topper of her batch.

Initial two days was so good. She was extremely polite just not to me but with every patient. On 3rd she ask me to took off micropore tape from patient after completion of IFT. I did it and threw it in dustbin when she saw me doing this, she scolded me. Why? Because I threw the micro pore in dustbin and she uses the micropore on various patient till it has glue. (Really! What about the hygiene lesson we learn in PT school).

There were many patient of cerebral palsy in her clinic. She was good in her job. The children were doing great but the they were terrified of her job. When the children don’t listen to her she used to slap them and made them afraid that she by showing EMS electrode to them and saying she will give current to them. I had it enough when she actually put the electrode on child cheek with a switch on EMS. you were be like where were the children parents at that time. Parents weren’t allow in the room when the therapy is going on. Once I told this to one of the children parent and he told me, “What we can do madam, child is showing improvement”.

I agree the child is showing improvement but what about their psychology. He was afraid to death from her. What impact was it leaving on child? Many of you were be thinking she is doing all these to make them do exercise. But can’t it be done with other method with a tinge of politeness.

I ask you all which therapy do you prefer.

Some of you must be thinking I shouldn’t reveal the inside of someone’s clinic same profession as me. Believe me I was holding back from sharing this experience since year but if I won’t light this issue it will be harmful for our profession.

Why the month end abruptly? The answer will reveal based on response to this article.

sorry for poor English and grammatical error.

Book Review :- The palace of illusion.

What ancient India knew of feminism? What Dwapara Yuga knew of strong women? Ain’t women always victims in that era? But @divakarunichitra Draupadi is anything but a victim. She is strong, fierce, confident women who wants to write her own destiny and wants to be history.
This book portrayed Draupadi like never before.

Spoiler alert⚠️ Being dark skinned she always felt less beautiful than others until she believes with the help of Lord Krishna that she, too is beautiful. That was her first win. Like this she stood strongly on her feet despite every insult, criticism, obstacles, hatred thrown at her.
She’s also skilled in the art of manipulation. She never lift the sword and archer in the war but played major role with her words and manipulative nature.

The book unfolds many aspects of her life. Her friendship with Krishna. Her secret feelings for Karna (which was my favourite part). Her devotion towards her husband and family.

Nevertheless it’s a best feminist mythological fiction ever written. It’s change your prospective towards Draupadi.
It’s a must read!

Story telling:- ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Writing style:-⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Character portrayal:-⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Descriptive nature:- ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Overall:- ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

#bookblogger #bookstagrammer #thepalaceofillusions #chitrabanerjeedivakaruni #biblophile #draupadi #mahabharat

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What ancient India knew of feminism? What Dwapara Yuga knew of strong women? Ain't women always victims in that era? But @divakarunichitra Draupadi is anything but a victim. She is strong, fierce, confident women who wants to write her own destiny and wants to be history. This book portrayed Draupadi like never before. Spoiler alert⚠️ Being dark skinned she always felt less beautiful than others until she believes with the help of Lord Krishna that she, too is beautiful. That was her first win. Like this she stood strongly on her feet despite every insult, criticism, obstacles, hatred thrown at her. She's also skilled in the art of manipulation. She never lift the sword and archer in the war but played major role with her words and manipulative nature. The book unfolds many aspects of her life. Her friendship with Krishna. Her secret feelings for Karna (which was my favourite part). Her devotion towards her husband and family. Nevertheless it's a best feminist mythological fiction ever written. It's change your prospective towards Draupadi. It's a must read! #bookblogger #bookstagrammer #thepalaceofillusions #chitrabanerjeedivakaruni #biblophile #draupadi #mahabharat #bookporn

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Indians and English. #Hinglish

Country like India where language and accent change in distance of every 100 Kilometers one language everyone’s obsessed about is no doubt English. Parents feel pride if there children is studying in English medium school. Intelligence of people judge by there English speaking capabilities. Students whose English is best only gets the opportunity to give speech on special days like independence, republic, farewells, annual functions etc. Many Indian companies jobs eligibility criteria contains “fluency in English is must”. I understand the companies have to deal with foreign client but one day when I was surfing LinkedIn and stumbled upon Physical therapy clinic job eligibility criteria it contained in bold letters “fluency in English is must”. Like English is more important to treat the patients than skills and with no feelings I also like to confess I am also obsessed with the language. Nothing to blame us. Britain rule on us for more than 200 years. Our constitution was also written in Hindi and English.

We are people with deep roots and great traditions. Definitely our national/ first/comforting language is Hindi but if you ask our generations of mid 90’s and 20’s kid we don’t speak completely one language. We speak “Hinglish” (as Mumbai likes to say it). We will start in Hindi followed by English and more English and Hindi and depends on our conversation or mood how we like to end it in Hindi or English. The sequence can be reversed also.

But let me tell you one thing no matter how much we love English if we are talking to our loved once we will be like “Hindi mein baat kar le” (ofcourse they will be using English word and switching to language). You know Hinglish.

Reading and the comfort

Comfort, the small word with big meaning. We are always seeking comfort. We are working for it. You know the comfortable life. Comfort can be distorted into many forms and many meaning. It can be bigger and the smaller ones. Well its always the smaller that gives you ease. Comfort can be different for everyone. It can be in the mug of coffee or listening to music or taking a walk or just talking to your favourite person or reading a book like me.

No matter if I had a bad day  or most pleasing day I always have to heal or celebrate with a book. Reading a book was always my eventual target. It gives me comfort like nothing else. It ease my heartbeat or quickens it depending on the book I’m reading. People always ask me why you like reading so much?. Now here’s your answer “Comfort”.

what do you want to be when you grow up?

Today when I was listening to Becoming by Michelle Obama audio book and she talked about this ridiculous question I got into flashback.

When I was little and anyone used to ask me this questions for some reasons I used to immediately answer, Doctor. Now when I am two practicals, one project submission and six months internship away from becoming certified physical therapist. I ask myself that’s it. Am I grown up?. How is this possible when I still consider myself child and I can still do anything other than being physical therapist.

Today when I randomly ask my friends what they want to be when they grow up?. They gave me most funniest, craziest and interesting answers. Among the bunch of answers some were are I want to run my own clinic, I want to travel, I want to be an actor and the most interesting one were, I want to be a mother as I love kids, I want to get married. All these made me realized how much I was limiting myself. I can be so many things all together. So far I was a daughter, a granddaughter, a student, a part time blogger, a reader, a friend and a observer in a physical therapist clinic.

Why to limit ourselves?, Why are we doubting our strength?. We can be so many things. We never stop to grow up. When can be anything at anytime we want. We can be a mother, a doctor, a writer, a reader, a daughter, a wife, a friend, and…………………… fill it in any of your liking.

Five Things Every Indian Mother Has Said to their children In Lock Down

1) Whole time Mom I am hungry. Mom what you are cooking? Ever thought about my struggles…….

Everybody has got break from school, college, office but what about me? You people at home means more work for me. All day eating and eating. Ever wonder where this food comes from? I cook them. I cook all day and do nothing. ever thought about coming in kitchen and help me.

2) All day phone, phone and phone…..

All day phone and phone. I never get whats so special in it. Every time chatting, clicking pictures and playing Ludo. Nobody is interested in whats you eat and do all day. Do one thing start clicking and sending your potty pictures you and say “look friends I did potty today”. And your sister she is dancing and acting in front of phone all day. Is there Karan Johar in it?

3) Everybody has to watch Ramayan and Mahabharat…

Best thing happen in this lockdown is Doordarshan has once again started Ramanyan and Mahabharat. In our times there was only Doordarshan and we all sat together and watched it. Not like you all always fighting for remotes. Now everybody has to watch Ramayan and Mahabharat. You all will get some good Sanskars.

4) This is not a holiday. It’s lock down. Wake up early…….

If you won’t wake up early from tomorrow, no food for you. I don’t understand what you guys do all night. Are you a Owl. Why don’t you sleep early so you can wake up early. i know its next to impossible for you but I know you can do it. I trust you (like I have got other options)

5) Come and help me in doing household chores……

Even government don’t care about the housewife. Everyone has got break from work but we have to work even more. House help are also not coming. You people do nothing just lying on bed with that phone on your hand. Ever thought about coming and helping me. This time is like the golden opportunity for you to learn all the household chores. It will prepare you for your life ahead.

Hello people. How are you all. well theirs so many things that i tell to my children everyday but this are the five comments thing that i tell to them. everyday not even missing a single day. okay bye. Let your mothers live peacefully.

Aditi’s Mother.

Rachel to my Monica❤️

Just 15 days left for my final year university examination to start. Shouldn’t I be worried like a hell for it as like last three years? But no! This time I’m more worried about the what will happen after exam. I’m fearful about the job, house hunting, surviving on my own rather than the in hand work.

No matter how much I console myself that everything going to be okay. You are going to be damn good. But it won’t give me long lasting effect.

Every time I’m going through some emotional difficulties, I don’t know how but my phone started ringing displaying my best friend name. You can say it co incidence. We say it heart to heart connection. 3- 5 minutes talking to her put me back on track. I don’t know, how? But It’s like my heart listen more to her than me.

To everyone who is going through the same phase like me. Let me tell you one thing, focus on your exam, otherwise all the worries will be of no use. Just like Rachel we will be okay. It will take time definitely but we will do great for ourselves. After all we all have our Monica to motivate us and keep us on track.

A dive into past

Hello Readers.

We all are almost at the beginning of the whole new decade. There is only two days left of this decade to end. When I was discussing this thing with my mother earlier this afternoon she can’t believe how fast this year has come to its end. We were counting how many things has happen this year or better say this decade. Good things, bad things, things that we didn’t expect it to happen. But what a life without surprises and few shocks.

From graduating high school to moving Indore for college, from loosing people to making new friends, from cries to laughter, from regrets to guilt, from learning new things to doing new things, from fear to success, from fright to flight this decade was a complete package. But some of the best things happened in this decade. I got my best friend for life. Well, she became my friend to best friend this decade. she is my biggest blessings and now I have to stop blabbering about her otherwise this blog will turn all about her. I graduated high school. My beautiful era of life. That was the time I used to be so carefree.  I was sure my life after high school was gonna be smooth like butter. Then I graduated high school and I got to knew the real world is no fairy tale.

College is not exactly the real world but it was too real than high school. It taught me many things that high school couldn’t. One of the best experience of this decade was  living in hostel. Hostel is something like between living on your own and living under guidance. You would wonder about guidance but believe me every other hostel mate is guru in her own way. Hostel is where I started to read. Real read. The best thing that happen to me. This decade has help me overcoming my stage fear, fear of public speaking. Now no more legs shaking. Just some nervousness but I can deal with it and my Papa is more glad for it than me. This decade taught me how to overcome failure. when I didn’t get admission in MBBS I was torn apart. I felt like end of fucking world. but as time pass I learn maybe its was’t for me. You don’t get everything you desire. And probably its for the best.

Decade has gave me so many things and at the same time took so many things from me. but apart from this give and take relationship the time and I has share a good bond. Not a great but a good one.

If I Talk about me not around me this decade was like a two parts movie of my personality. I was also like two personality person in the two halves of this decade. First half was a quiet persona who only smiles at every conversation and probably more into herself but nobody can get into her head if she don’t allow that person. The other half knows how to talk with you now. She knows how to spend three hours in awkward social situation but she is easily gets affected with others. Now she spend hours thinking about others.

Both the personality has its own good and its own flaws. And now I have to work on the personality of both its combination. Earlier today I was feeling sad  that this year is coming to end. But also at the same time I am more excited about what the next year has to offer. And this is life. Isn’t it.

This isn’t the half of the things that happen in this decade. of course its whole fucking 10 years but I have to end these blog now. As I have to go now and help my sister in her wardrobe issues otherwise she is suing me ( not literally but she is wishing for some wardrobe related law).