In this sardonic life we meet so many people, face so many adversities, enjoy triumphs at times and failures at others. There are orators who narrate their experiences in beautiful words, weaving a simple encounter into a happily ever after story, then there are people who have abused or have been abused and are here to tell their tales. My experiences in past couple of days have taught me to learn the right lesson from each of them.
It is so interesting to note that a single experience can have so many facades to it, which lesson you learn and carry with you is as important as to have experienced that encounter in the first place. Let me explain by a simple example:
I was driving through this road and a car was waiting to turn in my lane, no one was allowing that car to make a turn. I saw this from a distance and (even when I should have) I didnt make up my mind as to what I wanted to do, should I wait and let that person enter or should I just drive by since there were a number of cars behind me and slowing down would mean slowing all of them down. At the last moment I decided I needed to help this guy so what I do, I slam on the brakes which brought my Jetta to an immediate halt, the car behind me, couldnt stop in time and had to brake and go on to the curb. The car-driver for whom I did this whole circus laughed at me. I remember that sarcastic laugh often and think to myself, why did I do it. I not only jeopardized by own car but all also the driver behind me.
Initially, I took the laughter as a personal insult (here I was being helpful and there this guy is having a wonderful time at my expense), I decided not to help anybody henceforth. Let them wait till eternity for all I care. This was indeed a wrong lesson learned. As a very close person pointed out, I should be discreet while deciding when to help and prepare in advance. And it dawned on me, yes indeed, it is so important to learn the right lesson.
I still err in my judgement but I try to make a conscious decision of learning the right lesson not only from my mistakes but from others as well.
Monday, December 3, 2007
Friday, November 2, 2007
Regret
If you are expecting to read regret in all its obnoxious form over past relationships or broken hearts or life or marriage or anything serious, this is not the place you should be looking at.
Regret - It is such a heavy word with loads of emotional baggage attached. I, for one, dont generally regret or repent what I have done or any of the decisions I picked from a choice. Hell, I dont even remember half the things I did. Though yesterday I did feel why people say only if they can go back in time and change an incident or do it another way or do something so that the circumstances wont be the same.
I have recently started driving and the experience has been over-whelming for my fellow commuters. I always have this lump in my throat when I drive and if its about going to a new place, where I have previously not driven by myself, I am almost in tears. I hold the steering like its the only hope of life. My brakes become an extension of my body and accelerator is arch rival.
I also feel very cold in general. I have the heater blowing at full speed in my car in winters, only yesterday this was to prove detrimental. On my way back home, I went to my Office Garage, started my car, didnt start my heater however (I should have, I should have). I parked on the 5 th floor so obviously had a long way down. When I was nearing the exit I suddenly realized I am cold and need heater ASAP. No doubt I went ahead and started it, only to take my eyes off the path for a split second and hit sideways to a wall, BAM!!! I had taken a deep turn and there it was this big dent on my car !!!! I was worse than having measles all over my body. My poor car just gave a moan and a jolt (though my husband spoke on behalf of the car and man, was it belittling, he should have been in law enforcement).
On getting down, I could do nothing more but to check the damage down. My Miss Nancy Blue is permanently scarred (well, at least till it gets a make-over, which is out of my budget right now).
I so very much want to go back to that brief second in time, where I would take a wide turn and NEVER EVER take my eyes off the road, not even if I am travelling with Brad Pitt. How I regret feeling cold, if only I could, I would......go back in time....
Regret - It is such a heavy word with loads of emotional baggage attached. I, for one, dont generally regret or repent what I have done or any of the decisions I picked from a choice. Hell, I dont even remember half the things I did. Though yesterday I did feel why people say only if they can go back in time and change an incident or do it another way or do something so that the circumstances wont be the same.
I have recently started driving and the experience has been over-whelming for my fellow commuters. I always have this lump in my throat when I drive and if its about going to a new place, where I have previously not driven by myself, I am almost in tears. I hold the steering like its the only hope of life. My brakes become an extension of my body and accelerator is arch rival.
I also feel very cold in general. I have the heater blowing at full speed in my car in winters, only yesterday this was to prove detrimental. On my way back home, I went to my Office Garage, started my car, didnt start my heater however (I should have, I should have). I parked on the 5 th floor so obviously had a long way down. When I was nearing the exit I suddenly realized I am cold and need heater ASAP. No doubt I went ahead and started it, only to take my eyes off the path for a split second and hit sideways to a wall, BAM!!! I had taken a deep turn and there it was this big dent on my car !!!! I was worse than having measles all over my body. My poor car just gave a moan and a jolt (though my husband spoke on behalf of the car and man, was it belittling, he should have been in law enforcement).
On getting down, I could do nothing more but to check the damage down. My Miss Nancy Blue is permanently scarred (well, at least till it gets a make-over, which is out of my budget right now).
I so very much want to go back to that brief second in time, where I would take a wide turn and NEVER EVER take my eyes off the road, not even if I am travelling with Brad Pitt. How I regret feeling cold, if only I could, I would......go back in time....
Friday, October 12, 2007
Public Education in Aamchi Mumbai
I read an article in Times Of India today about the condition of public schools in Mumbai, how parents are toiling hard to put their children in private schools, paying ever-increasing fees and how the education in public schools need an uplifting.
My mother is a teacher in a Hindi medium BMC school (public schools are also called BMC schools in Mumbai. BMC stands for Brinha Mumbai Corporation). She has been in this profession for about 17 years now and is considered a senior teacher in her school. From what she has told me, here are some of the pros and cons of public education.
Pros:
Government IS investing a lot in Public Education both primary and secondary. Few years back, my mother's school got a number computers, selected teachers were trained in computers so that they could teach students in their school,
the school building is regularly painted and taken care of,
there is a yearly FREE full-body check-up for students,
some students who are in absolute financial crisis are given a waiver on their school fees (even this fee is a nominal fee, the education is free) not only that they are also given old text-books, uniforms and books to write in.
In 1996, Fifth Commission was applicable to teachers, this in layman's terms means, three times increase in salary, this has resulted in a lot of good people applying for a teaching position in BMC, it is no longer a second choice. So the quality of teachers is good.
Some patrons adopt these public schools, giving off free text-books, books, pens, uniforms, etc. My mother's school is in the care of one such patron.
Teachers are reponsible for finishing their courses in time, taking attendance, informing parents if their children are absent for more than a pre-decided number of days. Basically, whatever is done in a private school is and has to be done in public schools as well. Belief that BMC teachers enjoy themselves and not do anything is incorrect and one that should be changed for better.
I myself have met some exceptional students from my mother's school. They are brilliant and you will be surprized at the zest of their knowledge. There was one student, who as my mother fondly remembers a humble, no-nonsense guy, hardly spoke anything but did Math problems faster than my mum (she is a math teacher), he used to find mistakes in publication, in teachers but forever in a humble way. His father used to sell vegetables at the roadside and there was hardly any time to study for him, assisting his father and all, still he did and he passed school with flying colours. Another one, passed out in the same year as my brother, even this guy came from a poor background and went on to do his Engineering from vey reputed college in Mumbai. It is a fact that I did not meet as many bright girls as boys from the school. A fact that I dont very much relish but I dont even have an explanation for.
Students getting highest subject marks, or highest among all BMC schools are saluted by the BMC and given gifts and certificates.
There are many primary and secondary BMC schools spread throughout Mumbai, so accessibility is not an issue.
Cons:
Teachers !!!!
There are some teachers who hold the flag for being the notorious of the bunch and giving a bad name to all the others. I know of one of my mother's colleague who takes leaves like its sunday three times a week. Though she gets pay-cut, and other teachers roll their eyes at her and gossip, there is little fear of her losing her job. That is not done (generally) in public schools. If it would have been a private school, the teacher wouldnt have dared to do it. After all why to do it in the first place, in India, is there any dearth of public holidays?
Teaching methods are outdated, very few fresh teachers are imbibed, there are old, senior teachers with big fat ego who are resilient to changes. Teachers have to be quick, not bored, fresh and not stale by their wisdom. I have met some BMC teachers who are out of their league, very good in their subjects, wanting to make a difference, but they are not enough.
Parents!!!
Students come from a very poor family background, most of the times their parents' care a rat's ass of how they are doing in school. Other times, they are ignorant, they think their responsibility is over once they sent their children to school. I think this is where private schools have an edge, the parents there are overtly conscious and meticulous. They are ready from the word "Go".
In one of a few unfortunate incidents that my mother told me was a girl whose pregnancy test came positive in a routine check-up. She was 3 months up and didnt even know about it, her family was ignorant too.
Turn Around Time!!!
Each decision takes a million light years to be implemented. I dont know whats with the Indian Government offices but a single permission has to be taken from at least a zillion people. Like, this ex-student who had lost his school leaving certificate and wanted a fresh copy, he had to stand in line, then wait for the clerk to finish her lunch, then hear her rant about how irresponsible he was for losing it in the first place and then if there was still time before she left, she would do the favour or would snap to come back the next day. My mother says, it is a 10 minute job straight out.
Awareness !!!!
There is a severe lack of what education means and how to use it among lower middle class of Mumbai. Some students get enrolled in school then leave in between to do nothing, then come back again, not do their homework, involve in all kinds of illegal activites like fights, drugs, etc. Though these problems are not restricted to BMC schools, BMCs have to realize they are on a weaker side. To attract students these activites have to be destroyed in their buds.
All I am trying to say in so many words...
Public Education is good in Mumbai and Government is paying attention. I would recommend people who are not able to afford private schools, give public education a fair chance, it might surprize you.
My mother is a teacher in a Hindi medium BMC school (public schools are also called BMC schools in Mumbai. BMC stands for Brinha Mumbai Corporation). She has been in this profession for about 17 years now and is considered a senior teacher in her school. From what she has told me, here are some of the pros and cons of public education.
Pros:
Government IS investing a lot in Public Education both primary and secondary. Few years back, my mother's school got a number computers, selected teachers were trained in computers so that they could teach students in their school,
the school building is regularly painted and taken care of,
there is a yearly FREE full-body check-up for students,
some students who are in absolute financial crisis are given a waiver on their school fees (even this fee is a nominal fee, the education is free) not only that they are also given old text-books, uniforms and books to write in.
In 1996, Fifth Commission was applicable to teachers, this in layman's terms means, three times increase in salary, this has resulted in a lot of good people applying for a teaching position in BMC, it is no longer a second choice. So the quality of teachers is good.
Some patrons adopt these public schools, giving off free text-books, books, pens, uniforms, etc. My mother's school is in the care of one such patron.
Teachers are reponsible for finishing their courses in time, taking attendance, informing parents if their children are absent for more than a pre-decided number of days. Basically, whatever is done in a private school is and has to be done in public schools as well. Belief that BMC teachers enjoy themselves and not do anything is incorrect and one that should be changed for better.
I myself have met some exceptional students from my mother's school. They are brilliant and you will be surprized at the zest of their knowledge. There was one student, who as my mother fondly remembers a humble, no-nonsense guy, hardly spoke anything but did Math problems faster than my mum (she is a math teacher), he used to find mistakes in publication, in teachers but forever in a humble way. His father used to sell vegetables at the roadside and there was hardly any time to study for him, assisting his father and all, still he did and he passed school with flying colours. Another one, passed out in the same year as my brother, even this guy came from a poor background and went on to do his Engineering from vey reputed college in Mumbai. It is a fact that I did not meet as many bright girls as boys from the school. A fact that I dont very much relish but I dont even have an explanation for.
Students getting highest subject marks, or highest among all BMC schools are saluted by the BMC and given gifts and certificates.
There are many primary and secondary BMC schools spread throughout Mumbai, so accessibility is not an issue.
Cons:
Teachers !!!!
There are some teachers who hold the flag for being the notorious of the bunch and giving a bad name to all the others. I know of one of my mother's colleague who takes leaves like its sunday three times a week. Though she gets pay-cut, and other teachers roll their eyes at her and gossip, there is little fear of her losing her job. That is not done (generally) in public schools. If it would have been a private school, the teacher wouldnt have dared to do it. After all why to do it in the first place, in India, is there any dearth of public holidays?
Teaching methods are outdated, very few fresh teachers are imbibed, there are old, senior teachers with big fat ego who are resilient to changes. Teachers have to be quick, not bored, fresh and not stale by their wisdom. I have met some BMC teachers who are out of their league, very good in their subjects, wanting to make a difference, but they are not enough.
Parents!!!
Students come from a very poor family background, most of the times their parents' care a rat's ass of how they are doing in school. Other times, they are ignorant, they think their responsibility is over once they sent their children to school. I think this is where private schools have an edge, the parents there are overtly conscious and meticulous. They are ready from the word "Go".
In one of a few unfortunate incidents that my mother told me was a girl whose pregnancy test came positive in a routine check-up. She was 3 months up and didnt even know about it, her family was ignorant too.
Turn Around Time!!!
Each decision takes a million light years to be implemented. I dont know whats with the Indian Government offices but a single permission has to be taken from at least a zillion people. Like, this ex-student who had lost his school leaving certificate and wanted a fresh copy, he had to stand in line, then wait for the clerk to finish her lunch, then hear her rant about how irresponsible he was for losing it in the first place and then if there was still time before she left, she would do the favour or would snap to come back the next day. My mother says, it is a 10 minute job straight out.
Awareness !!!!
There is a severe lack of what education means and how to use it among lower middle class of Mumbai. Some students get enrolled in school then leave in between to do nothing, then come back again, not do their homework, involve in all kinds of illegal activites like fights, drugs, etc. Though these problems are not restricted to BMC schools, BMCs have to realize they are on a weaker side. To attract students these activites have to be destroyed in their buds.
All I am trying to say in so many words...
Public Education is good in Mumbai and Government is paying attention. I would recommend people who are not able to afford private schools, give public education a fair chance, it might surprize you.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Talent, Oppourtunity and Motivation
Has it ever happened to you that you are the youngest in your class in school, youngest in graduation, youngest member of your project team at work, youngest member of a substantially big onsite team? I have been in such shoes. I was in London for work for sometime alongwith some of my colleagues doing a project for a UK Client. One day our manager asked us to make a list of everyone's full name, age and other credentials, it was going to be a common list. At the end of this activity, I got a number of emails from people saying oh you are so young, you are the youngest here so on and forth (guess people do compare age!!!). I somehow found a sense of accomplishment in this. They said, you are young, talented and you have so many years ahead of you to do excellent work. Once in another crucial project, a colleague told me, you are very talented, keep it up and you will go places. No doubt I was flattered to hear such comments.
Now the present, I am an experienced professional, no longer the youngest member in what I do and doing the same as what some of the above complimentors are doing. Not an inch better or worse. I wonder what happened to the talents they were speaking of, did I stop having my talents or I lost them somewhere down the road, both assumptions are incorrect because I am doing even better work personally then I used to.
This leads me to believe oppourtunites do play an important role in what you make out of yourself. Every person talented or not needs something to work towards. How can an arrow find its destination if the archer did not have one in mind? People say, you make your own oppourtunities, I am not sure how far this is true. When we take a decision out of two/three options that are equally promising, its only after you see the result that you realize, oh gosh, I should have taken the other route and more often than not it is too late to change your mind.
No, I have not given up and I am not blaming anybody not even destiny for the oppourtunities I didnt get or am not getting. But the thought that I could have done better does cross my mind.
This is where motivation plays an important role, motivation to do better than my best in whatever I do, motivation to prepare for THE day when my oppourtunity will come calling, motivation just to be a better person!!! I cannot change the game rules but I can certainly change how I prepare myself to play the game. A while ago, I was reading about this 30 something lady who was pretty healthy till she was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. She said, she took it in a positive stride and now she maintains her weight, leads an active lifestyle, watches her diet and she is now in the best shape of her life. In her own words, diabetes proved to be a boon in disguise. I guess these are the real achievers and winners in this marathon called Life.
Some lines by Robert Frost and hoping they come true for me:
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Now the present, I am an experienced professional, no longer the youngest member in what I do and doing the same as what some of the above complimentors are doing. Not an inch better or worse. I wonder what happened to the talents they were speaking of, did I stop having my talents or I lost them somewhere down the road, both assumptions are incorrect because I am doing even better work personally then I used to.
This leads me to believe oppourtunites do play an important role in what you make out of yourself. Every person talented or not needs something to work towards. How can an arrow find its destination if the archer did not have one in mind? People say, you make your own oppourtunities, I am not sure how far this is true. When we take a decision out of two/three options that are equally promising, its only after you see the result that you realize, oh gosh, I should have taken the other route and more often than not it is too late to change your mind.
No, I have not given up and I am not blaming anybody not even destiny for the oppourtunities I didnt get or am not getting. But the thought that I could have done better does cross my mind.
This is where motivation plays an important role, motivation to do better than my best in whatever I do, motivation to prepare for THE day when my oppourtunity will come calling, motivation just to be a better person!!! I cannot change the game rules but I can certainly change how I prepare myself to play the game. A while ago, I was reading about this 30 something lady who was pretty healthy till she was diagnosed with Type 2 Diabetes. She said, she took it in a positive stride and now she maintains her weight, leads an active lifestyle, watches her diet and she is now in the best shape of her life. In her own words, diabetes proved to be a boon in disguise. I guess these are the real achievers and winners in this marathon called Life.
Some lines by Robert Frost and hoping they come true for me:
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I-I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Tuesday, October 9, 2007
Kuljeet Randhawa
"I hope life forgives me for what I have done to it...." these are some of the last words written by Kuljeet Randhawa (dont the words touch your heart somewhere), former Gladrags Model, Television Actress, Movie Star and a felo-de-se. She hanged herself in her apartment, the body was later discovered by a house-maid. She must have been a very successful model, with drop-dead looks but all that one will remember now is that she committed suicide, a successfull career-woman killed herself.
I am not going to chide suicide or how people can throw in the towel so early. What deeply affects me is the fact a person who is so good-looking that she can have any guy she wants, a person for whom money is not evil but a vice gave her life simply. She had everything, yet she went away. In the end did it really matter how beautiful she was or how many products she launched or what kind of money she made?
This brings me to the next question, why do people let go? Why do they feel they dont have any way out? I, sometimes, find my own self at the rock-bottom. A closed one doesnt love me enough or not at least in the way I do, or someone said something derogatory (I am at times able to retalialte back but at other times I cry myself out as to why this happened) or worse sometimes I feel extremely lonely. Has it happened to you, you are in a crowd but still feel that noone is listening, leave aside understanding? You are in the middle of a Tornado and it keeps engulfing you throwing gusts of wind one at a time. No, I am not unknown to loneliness.
I guess what maintains MY sanity is the fact that I want to witness tomorrow. I want to see what innumerable moments in Time have in store for me. Though I agree, not all will be brightly lit, there will be at least one moment which will make it worth living the whole while. I think I will hang in there to see the next moment and to witness how it affects the moment after that.
With due respect, I remember you Kuljeet and I hope your soul rests in peace. I hope you had lived not for people who didnt reciprocate in the way you wanted but for people like me who liked you always.
I am not going to chide suicide or how people can throw in the towel so early. What deeply affects me is the fact a person who is so good-looking that she can have any guy she wants, a person for whom money is not evil but a vice gave her life simply. She had everything, yet she went away. In the end did it really matter how beautiful she was or how many products she launched or what kind of money she made?
This brings me to the next question, why do people let go? Why do they feel they dont have any way out? I, sometimes, find my own self at the rock-bottom. A closed one doesnt love me enough or not at least in the way I do, or someone said something derogatory (I am at times able to retalialte back but at other times I cry myself out as to why this happened) or worse sometimes I feel extremely lonely. Has it happened to you, you are in a crowd but still feel that noone is listening, leave aside understanding? You are in the middle of a Tornado and it keeps engulfing you throwing gusts of wind one at a time. No, I am not unknown to loneliness.
I guess what maintains MY sanity is the fact that I want to witness tomorrow. I want to see what innumerable moments in Time have in store for me. Though I agree, not all will be brightly lit, there will be at least one moment which will make it worth living the whole while. I think I will hang in there to see the next moment and to witness how it affects the moment after that.
With due respect, I remember you Kuljeet and I hope your soul rests in peace. I hope you had lived not for people who didnt reciprocate in the way you wanted but for people like me who liked you always.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Swades
One of my favourite movies. I am not a big fan of Shahrukh Khan but the scene where he has tears in his eyes on drinking a bowl of water just took my heart away.
The movie addresses a number of issues. Though some people think it was an attempt to get NRIs back to India, I think it was an honest attempt to make people aware of what is going on in the rural world on India through the eyes of an affluent NRI.
It was heart rendering to see how a poor farmer is not able to get water from his own villagers because he has changed his profession or that a rich panchyat guy saying his grand-daughters dont need higher education, they will learn household chores.
Each and Every character is that film is sketched beyond excellence. Be it the cook who wants to open a Dhaba on the US Freeways or the Postmaster who wants to get email in his village (he says, saare mail, email se email kar doonga) or Kaveri Amma who makes Mohan aware of the problems but lets him decide what is best for him. Characters of Geeta and Mohan are more than ideal still they strike a chord. We do need more females like Geeta who is working towards making a difference and who stands for what she believes in. I am sure in real life, it must be a very difficult decision for someone like Mohan to come back to India but doesnt he touch your heart when he says to his friend in the end "Agar tum abhi bhi nahin samjhe toh tumhe samjhana fizool hai, tumhe wahan aakar dekhna hoga."
There are a couple of more dialogues that really made an impact:
An old women asks Kaveri Amma why doesnt she ask Mohan to stay back and Kaveri Amma says she doesnt know what he wants, then the former lady says:
"Apne hi paani mein pighal jana burf ka mukaddar hota hai, samjhana dena usko."
Towards the end when Mohan is leaving, he says to the cook, I will send sponsorship papers for you and he refutes saying:
"Apne hi ghar ka diya, giving light to neighbour's house !!!"
Most of the people have acted very well. My favourites being the Cook (I am so sorry I cannot remember his name), Kaveri amma and Mohan Babu.
I like the songs too, especially the title song. A R Rehman has done full justice to the film and the song. I attended one of his concerts where he sang this song. Though rendered beautifully he forgot half of the lyrics which was kind of sad really !! He has done a very good job with the background score as well, do watch out for all the character specific tunes, it is simply amazing.
A lovely attempt by Ashutosh Gowariker. May god bless him for giving Swades to us.
The movie addresses a number of issues. Though some people think it was an attempt to get NRIs back to India, I think it was an honest attempt to make people aware of what is going on in the rural world on India through the eyes of an affluent NRI.
It was heart rendering to see how a poor farmer is not able to get water from his own villagers because he has changed his profession or that a rich panchyat guy saying his grand-daughters dont need higher education, they will learn household chores.
Each and Every character is that film is sketched beyond excellence. Be it the cook who wants to open a Dhaba on the US Freeways or the Postmaster who wants to get email in his village (he says, saare mail, email se email kar doonga) or Kaveri Amma who makes Mohan aware of the problems but lets him decide what is best for him. Characters of Geeta and Mohan are more than ideal still they strike a chord. We do need more females like Geeta who is working towards making a difference and who stands for what she believes in. I am sure in real life, it must be a very difficult decision for someone like Mohan to come back to India but doesnt he touch your heart when he says to his friend in the end "Agar tum abhi bhi nahin samjhe toh tumhe samjhana fizool hai, tumhe wahan aakar dekhna hoga."
There are a couple of more dialogues that really made an impact:
An old women asks Kaveri Amma why doesnt she ask Mohan to stay back and Kaveri Amma says she doesnt know what he wants, then the former lady says:
"Apne hi paani mein pighal jana burf ka mukaddar hota hai, samjhana dena usko."
Towards the end when Mohan is leaving, he says to the cook, I will send sponsorship papers for you and he refutes saying:
"Apne hi ghar ka diya, giving light to neighbour's house !!!"
Most of the people have acted very well. My favourites being the Cook (I am so sorry I cannot remember his name), Kaveri amma and Mohan Babu.
I like the songs too, especially the title song. A R Rehman has done full justice to the film and the song. I attended one of his concerts where he sang this song. Though rendered beautifully he forgot half of the lyrics which was kind of sad really !! He has done a very good job with the background score as well, do watch out for all the character specific tunes, it is simply amazing.
A lovely attempt by Ashutosh Gowariker. May god bless him for giving Swades to us.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Scrubs
Welcome to the world of JD, Perry Cox, Turk, Elliot Reed, Carla, Bob Kelso and The Janitor !!!
I recently started viewing this serial and was immediatley hooked on it. To give a background to the unknowns, Scrub is a TV serial based on Medical Interns and their experiences at a Hospital named Sacred Heart.
The characters are crazy, probably that is why I like them so much. Each one has his/her own idiosyncracy. JD goes into a trance and imagines things, Elliot is overwhelmed most of the times, Perry Cox is forever angry, Bob Kelso is this no-brainer, notorious yet sensitive in his own way Head of the Medical Staff, Janitor is this weirdo who is after JD's life and whose ultimate aim in his own life seems to be torturing JD.
I was thinking since a long time as to why I like this serial so much. I drive home early to reach in time to watch it, no cooking when it is going on, no phone calls entertained. It is then I realized JD is the perfect person for me and I would readily trade places with him:
I always wanted a friend like Turk who is with me tooth and nail, my heart melted away when in one of the episodes JD is distressed and Turk tries to reason out with him, JD says, "okay so go on even you make fun of it, even you say what everyone is saying", and Turk says, "hey man, I am your best friend, I will say whatever you want me to say". Even Turk's wife Carla knows how important their friendship is when she is seen telling her daughter," (pointing to JD), this is the man you will have to fight with for your father's love".
I always wanted a mentor who is right, who knows he is right and wont stop doing things which are right. This is Perry Cox, JD's whacky mentor. He chides JD when he does wrong, ridicules him right left and center, yet teaches him to the best of his ability both moral values and technical decisions. Perry Cox is that senior who explains unselfishly, who isnt insecure and still after a long stint in his profession is still affected by his patients' condition. To add icing on the cake, there is Perry Cox's equally eccentric ex-wife and current girlfriend Jordan.
Bob Kelso - I think he is an ideal boss. He is cynical and crude and seems to be in a foul mood forever, though he does allow medical-aid to patients without insurance. He is inscrutable in his daily affairs still there is a side of him which is helpful.
Well, so my love for this serial remains...
I recently started viewing this serial and was immediatley hooked on it. To give a background to the unknowns, Scrub is a TV serial based on Medical Interns and their experiences at a Hospital named Sacred Heart.
The characters are crazy, probably that is why I like them so much. Each one has his/her own idiosyncracy. JD goes into a trance and imagines things, Elliot is overwhelmed most of the times, Perry Cox is forever angry, Bob Kelso is this no-brainer, notorious yet sensitive in his own way Head of the Medical Staff, Janitor is this weirdo who is after JD's life and whose ultimate aim in his own life seems to be torturing JD.
I was thinking since a long time as to why I like this serial so much. I drive home early to reach in time to watch it, no cooking when it is going on, no phone calls entertained. It is then I realized JD is the perfect person for me and I would readily trade places with him:
I always wanted a friend like Turk who is with me tooth and nail, my heart melted away when in one of the episodes JD is distressed and Turk tries to reason out with him, JD says, "okay so go on even you make fun of it, even you say what everyone is saying", and Turk says, "hey man, I am your best friend, I will say whatever you want me to say". Even Turk's wife Carla knows how important their friendship is when she is seen telling her daughter," (pointing to JD), this is the man you will have to fight with for your father's love".
I always wanted a mentor who is right, who knows he is right and wont stop doing things which are right. This is Perry Cox, JD's whacky mentor. He chides JD when he does wrong, ridicules him right left and center, yet teaches him to the best of his ability both moral values and technical decisions. Perry Cox is that senior who explains unselfishly, who isnt insecure and still after a long stint in his profession is still affected by his patients' condition. To add icing on the cake, there is Perry Cox's equally eccentric ex-wife and current girlfriend Jordan.
Bob Kelso - I think he is an ideal boss. He is cynical and crude and seems to be in a foul mood forever, though he does allow medical-aid to patients without insurance. He is inscrutable in his daily affairs still there is a side of him which is helpful.
Well, so my love for this serial remains...
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