I walk on a road lush with dreams,
a road of forgotten and veiled dreams,
sometimes slowly, sometimes gaily,
sometimes lost, sometimes profound,
I walk a road of unknown mysteries,
fervently finding my way through the endless path.....

Sunday, December 13, 2015

Heritage, high spirits..Unbeatable Delhi

Delhi is a city of heritage. A city that proudly boasts of its rich culture, spirit and tradition. 
Through the rise and fall of times, Delhi has been a poet's muse and king's capital. 
History gives innumerable glimses of this beautiful city's culture and colourful past.

I have been living in the city since the day I was born and its amazing how this city never ceases to amaze me every single day! 
To describe in mere words, all that sands of time and ruins have embossed in the very spirit of Delhi is not possible yet I would make an attempt to unfold what 'drives, designs and connects' the capital city of India and its inhabitants. 

Delhi has always been famous for its broad roads and bump free drive. 

With over 90 flyovers, 7 national highways passing Delhi and around 1,400 cars being added to Delhi roads every single day, things do get chaotic to a certain extent but the capital city makes sure to keep the drive inside and out alive! 

I personally love how Delhi has been designed. At the heart of the city blossoms Lutyens architecture. It includes the Rashtrapati Bhawan on Raisina Hills, the Rajpath, India Gate, Janpath and Connaught place. 

Apart from the well planned and marvellous looking central administrative area, Delhi also has amazing shopping malls be it the Select city walk in Saket or the posh DLF promenade in Vasant Kunj.

The DDA makes sure to design its surroundings in a way that schools, parks, markets, the Delhi metro and community centre are within walking distance. 

Talk about connectivity and Delhi ranks amongst nothing but the best! 

The NCR (National capital region) is extensively connected to start with and makes it extremely easy to travel for people living in and around the city.

Apart from that, with a length of 213km serving 160 stations and 6 different colour coded lines, the Delhi metro is all set to become the seventh largest network in the world! 

Not only this, about 3000+ DTC buses ply on Delhi street each day. The connectivity is excellent and seems to get better each day. 

Talking about inter-state and countries connectivity. Trains ply to almost all small and distant towns of the country each day from the 2 major railway stations of Delhi. 

The world-class Indra Gandhi International airport harbours and runs flights to all major cities of the world almost every single day. 

I cannot deny the fact that Delhi lacks in certain areas but it is simply unbeatable when compared to any other city of India. 

The capital never lets the country down and keeps up the spirits soaring high. 

Delhi's lush green surroundings is a cherry on top of the enthusiastic drive, historic design and impeccable connectivity. 

No city in the whole of India can compare Delhi, judge it on a scale or not. Delhi is our capital and Delhi's diversity beats loud in our hearts!

Sunday, December 6, 2015

Not sugary, just sweet!

A sweet dish almost always touches the deepest corners of our heart and soul. Be it a spongy, chocolate oozing cake or the hot gulab jamuns, our meals as well as our lives are incomplete without desserts. 
But somewhere, in this journey of inseparable bond sweets became synonymous with 'sugars' and health issues crept in.
As someone has rightly said that all good relations face the test(s) of time. Our relation with sweet dishes is facing one too. 
With more than 62 million people suffering from Diabetes Mellitus in India alone, sweet lovers are being forced to give up on this special bond with desserts. 
I think, its time now to realise that sugar can never be synonymous with sweet.
So, I decided why not give a sugar free touch to our bond with the ' dearest desserts'? 

Presenting you one of my favourite, extremely easy yet deliciously sweet recipe 

'custard trifle-the sugar free way'

Preparation time: 20 minutes
Refrigeration time: 2-4 hours

What you will need

1) Milk - 1 litre
2) Custard powder(Vanilla) - 
3) sponge cake - 5-6 pieces 
4) Sugar free Natura - according to taste
5) Mixed fruits
6) Whipped cream - 3 tbsp
7) Dry fruits - optional 
8) Colourful jelly - optional


1) Warm about a half cup milk in a microwave or on the stove top. Then add 4 tbsp custard powder to the warm milk. Keep this custard powder paste aside.

2) In another pan, take half litre or more milk.  stir and heat this milk on low to medium flame. Just bring to a gentle heat and stir.

 3) Now add the custard powder paste and stir quickly, so that no lumps are formed.Keep on stirring continuously till the custard thickens.
For trifles you will need a slightly thick consistency. But remember that as the custard cools, it will thicken more. Allow the custard to cool at room temperature.

4) When you can taken the custard mixture off flame, let it cool slightly and then add Sugar free nature according to taste. 

5) In another bowl, take 1/2 cup chilled cream. I used amul cream here and whip it till smoothened. 

6) Now cut the fruits. You can use apples, bananas, strawberry or just about any seasonal fruits except the citrus ones. 

7) Next, slice out the sponge cake into small cubes or you can simple crumble them and spread generously. 

8) Now comes my favourite part. 
Take a glass dish or if you want to make separate portions in dessert glasses you can do that too.

9) first spread a layer of sponge cake and then moisten it with a layer of custard mixture.

10) Next add a dash a mixed fruits and then again the custard. 

11) Then a layer of dry fruits and whipped cream. 

12) You can keep on layering and repeating it till the top. 

13) Lastly,  make the top cream layer even with a spatula and start to decorate it. You can use fruits, berries, jelly or even chocolate shavings to decorate the top layer.

14) Cover with a foil or lid and keep the trifle pudding in the fridge to set for 2-4 hours or overnight.

Serve chilled. 

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Friday, May 29, 2015

Matched in heaven, monetised on earth!

Marriage is an evergreen and one of the most profitable business in India. Be it the tasteless catering or tacky decorations, horny honeymoons or hoopla over photo shoots, money and booze simply keeps overflowing through the entire season of endless rituals.

Talk about arranged marriages and 'chachi ki friend ka beta USA mei engineer hai, baat chalaun?' is no more a way to get it fixed.
Even marriage bureaus and print media are a thing of past. Who after all has a time to read newspapers or maintain offline relations?!  

Unfortunately Facebook and twitter haven't taken up the job of serious match making seriously.They are still a platform for casual flings, leaching and after-retirement testosterone reactivity!

With over lakhs of profiles in all shades of compact powder, lipsticks and bows-ties, matrimonial sites are mushrooming on the world web as the newest and most trusted match making database today.

Dig a little deeper, you shall see thousands of fully covered yet curvy pics. An inch of cleavage with pouted lips garners a huge number of clicks. 
In case of wanting to be grooms, accidentally added number of zeros in the salary makes you a hero. And don't forget to mention on-call duties as on-site ones. 
Edited till they fit in the parent's dream of being the most eligible (read desperate) match in town, profiles are created with high hopes and honeymoon fantasies only to find that 

money is honey, my little sonny, a rich man's profiles is always visible for matrimony! 

In other words, the higher you pay a matrimonial site, higher goes your chances of getting hitched. So it is sensible to keep some bucks in your pocket rather than mentioning them all in your resume.

The cost of getting registered on any regular site ranges from 5,000 to 50,000 (Elite club) for 3 months. No wonder these sites are expected to earn a revenue of around 900 crore by the end of the year which would mean about a 33% increase in profits from last year. No prizes for guessing that the next year profit can be anywhere between 40 to even a whopping 50%!

The story doesn't end here, these matrimonial sites have given birth to a new  business. Some housewives and retirees realised that Majority of Indians are still technically challenged and with a radicular shift towards smaller nuclear families its virtually impossible for them to know the nuances of creating profiles and accounts on the net.
So they grabbed this opportunity and have thrown themselves as cement to bridge in the gap. These people technically-aid interested parents to look through the potential profiles, contact them and do the needful. This too comes at a price of course, ranging anywhere between 1,500 to 10,000 for 3 months.

To sum it up, all those involved in this business of alliance and selling marriages always have a win-win situation. If you can manage to hitch them up, your clientele notches up. If not, well, the search never ends.

Its quite interesting to see how intimately marriage and money are related. Perhaps, until and unless you club these soulmates its impossible to find your own!

A deeper look into our 'shadi' business makes me conclude that marriages are made in heaven but caste-sized, dramatised, hugely monetised before finally getting finalised in India!

Saturday, May 23, 2015

Piku's poop is a real trouble.

Disclaimer : shitty post ahead! 

Shoojit Sircar must be experiencing constipation within or around him to direct a movie so close to our bowels and guts. And I will not restraint myself from
assuming that the credit for Piku being such a massive hit lies in the fact that somewhere we too
have our 'motions and emotions intimately linked'! 
Who can afterall disagree that a gut freed morning is indeed a good morning! 

Movies have the power to grab our sentiments and put forth a coloured reality of what we tend to ignore in everyday lives. Be it the plight of dyslexic kid in Taare zameen par or schizophrenic mathematician in A beautiful mind. This time its Piku. 
Kudos to the entire team for making us realise how much of a problem constipation has become in the world of today. has called constipation as a modern epidemic.
Roughly 12-19% population in United States, as many as 63 million people suffer from it another source says. 
India too is not far behind to make a way in the list of constipated countries. 

Last month I joined in a medical college as an intern and its surprising and alarming at the same time that 4 out of every 10 patients I see each day are not just constipated but suffering acutely because if it.

They come to me and have a similar plea to put forward 'please help us get rid of it, linking all their health issues directly or indirectly to it.' And believe me they are as much in distress as our beloved 'Bhashkor' in Piku. 

This problem of abnormal stool is equally common in both youngsters and elders.
Sparing no age of its occurrence.

While most of the people overlook it initially, they later are either shy or ashamed of accepting the gut tantrums. 
It is understandable given the fact that our shit is as intimate and personal as our sex lives. 

But is constipation slowly becoming a silent killer? The epidemiological stats of various countries certainly point towards a crumbling hard truth.
The funny part is, constipation is a relatively simple problem to deal with just like obesity and majority of the other lifestyle disorder we face today. Infact, simpler than all of them. 
A little tweak in our diet can not just improve our bowel health but also help us get rid of other health troubles like weight gain, bloating, high cholesterol levels and haemorrhoids etc. all of which are extremely closely and directly related to constipation. 

In my 4 years of medical studies I have realised that the so called lifestyle disorders are all so intimately related, almost like parasitic relation. If you can manage to root out even one, chances are you will weaken the others too.

Starting with constipation might be an easy way out of the vicious circle of health menace.Here's how to do it:

1) Water is the transporter of waste in our body.  So we need it in adequate amounts to keep the transportation going on. Drink at least 7-8 glasses of water everyday.

2) Leafy veggies and fruits, the coarser the better. Green makes our intestines active. So go ahead, throw up some work for your intestines. 

3)All processed foods and junks make you and your intestines sluggish and slow. So by dumping them you are saving yourself from the dumping syndrome. 

4)Make fibres your friends. Be it dalia or chana or chokar, they all have high amount of fibre which basically helps to increase the intestinal motility and bulk of our food. 

5) Our gut and mind are deeply connected. More than the mind and heart. That's why we feel 'butterflies in our stomach' when we fall in love and 'pangs of anxiety in the gut' when we are nervous or afraid.
So if you are stressed out, the stomach too gets upset causing you constipation.

Ok! Time to wind up the shitty talk. But make sure you keep a check on your bowel habits as goes Piku's tagline 'motion se hi emotion'!

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Ours was another story.

Sometimes we get possessive of our dreams. At other times our dreams possess us.

Ours was another story

You have been a dream I wandered with in the night and then carried preciously in the innermost chambers of my heart each day.

Night after night I untangled you more, uncovered you sheet by sheet, held you bit by bit and as soon as the day fell, I just stealthily tucked you away in the most intimate part of my soul.

On a fateful moonlit night I had reached the verge of ecstasy and intimacy, grabbing you voraciously, certain of you being a reality when the day broke. This was unexpected. I couldn't decide if today was the day you should be revealed to the world.
So I lay in my sleep, still pondering, confused and dazed. Dawn was arriving at a lightening speed, my mind too was travelling a zillion rounds each second but I wasn't sure. 

Finally I decided to keep you safe and mine for a day more.I kept you within. Impulsively in the deepest shelf of my self this time. So deep that I had never tread that depth before.

The feeling of you residing there was indeed divine. I could feel your light all day. Making me passionately wait for the night to fall. 
And night did turn up, though a little late for my impatient wait. Moon and stars accompanying it as usual.It was my time to live with you, wander to the stars and back. I knew the search for today was deep. Too deep.

I closed my eyes and began to find you. Moments kept passing, stars incessantly flickering, waiting for us to possess them but Alas! I was not able to find you. Try after try, innumerable tries each moment but to no avail.

Could you be gone? No! No! This cant be. Then what? Were you lost?
Losing you would mean losing myself. So how can you be ever lost in me? This possibility was also rejected. Then where are you? A game of hide and seek is it? But lovers don't play such heart wrecking games.

I had known you too long, too deep and too much to not know where you should be in this part of the night. I was your breath and existence, you couldn't part away. I consoled myself.

The night was walking away fast, it didn't care of my plight. I had to find you before this night met the day or else you would be gone forever.
Oh God! This is a cruel game.

Without losing hope, I closed my eyes again and sleep took me in her arms. She was our mutual connection and her arrival was a positive sign.

As sleep cradled me in her arms for a long time, I felt someone fondling with me. Ah! The familiar touch on my skin. This scent of heavenly passion could make me kill.
She touched my eyes, then my lips, neck, chest in a familiar manner as I lay still. Finally, when the passion of separation reached its zenith I clutched her ever so tightly.

Where did you go? I shouted into her.

'To become your reality' she whispered.

 And the sun emerged.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

99 word fiction- Death couldn't have tasted sweeter. #planyourdeath

It was a time when day met dusk and birds chirped testifying that to God belonged all glory. 

Amina had just finished her evening prayer and sat in sujood (prostration) longer than usual. 
She felt a sense of calm divinity enwrap her. 

Doctors had ensured that her chemo sessions would be over before her 22nd birthday.
Tomorrow she will turn 22. 

They had kept their promise. She thought and  kneeled to thank God again. 

Closing her eyes She felt free of sufferings, calamities, cancer and this worldly life. 

Death couldn't have been planned better or tasted sweeter. 

Sunday, April 26, 2015

Where I belong.

My fast paced life seems to have come to a screeching halt. Not even a screech actually, just a silent stop. Engulfing me is a weird feeling. Like I have been running for a long time and almost suddenly I reached a dead end. The end of a road with only darkness. An authoritative darkness. This is not a crossroad, where I am supposed to chose a path. I have come face to face with a crossroad too, trust me, this isn't that. This is a cul-de-sac with no options, no choices.

Life seems meaningless. Pointless. Directionless.
Its not as if I am unsatisfied or depressed, its just that everything and everyone seems futile. My friends and acquaintances appear as mere passing phase. I talk to them, laugh with them but I don't feel a part of that conversation or that joke. I feel unaccustomed to living in this strange world around me. As if, this is not where I belong. Or this is some transient destination in which I have stayed for too long and that I should now, depart. To a familiar place, towards my journey's end. 

And like someone who is fed up of waiting for the scheduled bus for too long, loses interest in his surroundings, I too am nonchalant to all that encircles me.

This apathy of my weakening soul is completely new for me. Never have I experienced such a dead end. This desire to dwell somewhere I am not sure exists. Even if it exists, how am I supposed to reach there? My path to progress has been dismantled. My dreams not shattered but abducted.
Until now, I had been a very optimistic person, always finding a speck of light among the darkest of dudgeons but right now, its different. 

I can't even say that its time to move on or start afresh because from where should I begin and to where am I supposed to move on?

Is it some sort of a cruel ugly game or a sleep disturbing nightmare? I hope it is and it ends soon. Very soon. Else this grave like atmosphere would gobble me slowly but surely. 
I am dying to struggle, to fight. To barge again into this shattering world of cut throats and selfish smiles. To run again. And faster. To feel that yes, I do belong here. Somewhere. Anywhere.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015


Attachments are beyond the control and regulations of human realms. No matter how ironical it may seem but the games our own mind plays are so deceitful that we fail to perceive them and mindlessly keep getting sucked into this whirlpool.
While we happily pass our day laughing and chattering, our cunning brain keeps using them to create love and attachment on the hindsight.

No enemy can betray as brutally
As our own beating hearts
Yesterday sprouted the love seeds
Today my desires bleed and depart

Without any prior consent or signatures,it continues to create love potions in our soul and we let it exploit us like a misinformed consumer. 
How fair is it?! To which it instills a reply of 'everything being fair in love and war'. That reminds me of the fairer sex which gladly lets the mind not just play games but is also enslaved in the pretext of love.

Long talks of love and yearning
Ringing giggles, a charming smile
Unquestionably my heart accepted
Forever, you shall be mine

Running behind someone is the worst poison one can give himself. It leaves you totally empty, hollow and consumed.
During the April days of any relation, our heart is full of hopes. Beaming with zeal and an energetic sunshine. It conspires with the mind and together they create a delusionary image of 'forever' without realising that no two hearts can beat as one, no two souls can synchronise in a similar passionate frenzy. 
Time continues to cement this belief until one fateful night, cold and chilly winds of reality start blowing. They are piercing and dry, jabbing and jarring away every delusion of a soothing sunshine.

You are palpitating and sweating
crushed to the core
But you can't stop running behind
who never was and never will be yours.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Hidden, screened, walled - the real us!

To be natural is such a very difficult pose to keep up”.  Oscar Wilde

Have you ever been to a party and managed to be genuinely yourself? Without adjusting your tie or smoothing off your hair. No apprehensions when you walked, no mental counter checking of the words spoken or no suppression of overwhelming desire to laugh? I am sure most of the socially conscious people are able to understand the underlying meaning and will respond in negative. We all try to appear as the most ‘culturally sophisticated’ beings in a social gathering and neglect our ‘real selves’ entirely for a while.
And that’s precisely what happens when we sit in front of our PC and chit chat with a stranger, a colleague or even a friend on a ‘social platform’. Maybe our mental attire alters more than physical one but there are changes nonetheless.

Scientific studies too point out that a person is most comfortable when he is alone, amidst his own self or with people extremely close to him. And his level of ease declines when the number of people in his vicinity increases. Then how can one except his mind to be in a state of tranquility and natural true self in front of virtually a whole wide world??!!
The fact is that our brain automatically starts manipulating itself so as to ‘fit in’ the moment we type in www i.e., World Wide Web.

So much so for the ‘sub conscious’ state of mind.

Now, coming to the ‘conscious’ mortal chatting or putting up ‘updates’ on the various social networking sites.
Majority of us put forward our best foot much similar to how we act in our real lives when going to a marriage or a party, your first day at college or on a newly secured job. We tend to pick out the most apt words and present ourselves as a gentle, liberal friendly guy/girl even though our own genuine self maybe poles apart.
There is another class of people who believe in the mantra that virtual world is a place to crib and so they tend to pile up all their melancholy via various updates and uploads. These people are generally the ones who either suffer from an extremely low self-esteem or aren’t well adapted to the highs and lows of a life in reality.
Then there also exists a group of morons who are a malaise to the ‘virtual world’ identical to the ones we encounter in reality.

The point is that ‘whatever be the class of people, they are neither consciously nor sub-consciously themselves on any part of the World Wide Web’.

Reasons could range from our extreme dependency to easy popularity gained on social platforms. Plus it often happens that when we meet people in bone and flesh , imperfections are bound to appear while on the contrarily virtual media conceals all such human faults so the idea of faking perfect identity is not just more luring but also a sort of necessary gesture.

As Eddie Murphy said “All men are sculptors, constantly chipping away the unwanted parts of their lives, trying to create their idea of a masterpiece”.
The problem is the too much of sculpting can create even greater and more prominent flaws.

Such identity crisis is dismantling the idea of ‘being human’ and relations seem to loose their essential flavours.  Unconsciously, sub-consciously and more often consciously we are engaged in preparing a ‘tasteless curry’ without emotions and reality has already taken a back seat.

I began by quoting the great Oscar Wilde, and now I would like to end it by another quote of his:

“One's real life is often the life that one does not lead”.

In the tech savvy era of ours this quote somehow seems to make a lot more sense. Don’t you think so?

PS: this is an old post which couldn't get posted on my blog due to some reasons. 


Saturday, April 18, 2015

Opinionated lot and the chaotic khichdi!

Opinions, opinions everywhere..not a single ear to listen them to! 
Ours is a tech savvy generation and we all know that. Children these days, cut their way directly through umbilical cords to iPods! Mobiles phones are our new best friends and gadgets an extended family.
Tech savviness has given birth to so many new social networking sites, discussion portals, instant messengers over the past decade. The result of which is an ever evolving and ever increasing number of opinions on any and every issue that finds a split second of a space on our mobile/laptop screens.

Humans have always considered judging their fellow species a birthright and with the advent of Internet where opinions afloat as freely and abundantly as mosquitoes in monsoons,our rights seemed to have received a stamp 'ISI purity'.
This opinionated generation of today cares  about everything and anything that seems to be occurring in the farthest of galaxies. Be it the #choices of a popular Bollywood actress or #losses of the Indian cricket team, we have been raising err typing our #voices, lour, clear, incessant and more often than not unnecessarily.

Pardon me for my bluntness henceforth and please bear my desire to wade through the same 'shallow opinionated waters'.

The issue that irks me most of the times is not why people speak out, but some inherent qualities that we possess as a Hindustani drive me crazily up the wall and I stomp my thumb, irritated, logging out of Facebook.

To begin with, we Indians believe in raising our voice. We have this preconceived notion that unless a man erects and upholds his #voice #number of lies #penis and of course the ever increasing vocabulary of #'Ch' words, no work or opinions can be sanely processed by another human mind listening to him on the receiving end. He does it with his children, his wife, servants, employees and he does it on social media. Happily throwing in a series of cuss words, proudly spitting out some more and also waiting to hear some more in the comments.

Secondly, Indians suffer from an array of eerie illusions! We certainly do! They range from illusions of grandeur to illusion of God's chosen to illusion of being a Mr. Right. 
Now when people with such illusions tend to judge and splatter opinions the outcomes of someone else being correct or wise is as rare is a tanzanite stone.
The story however, doesn't end here! We have been candidly passing opinions day after day and this infectious malice of vomiting out ignorant, baked and burnt opinions is becoming chronic by the day.

So much so that it has reached ad nauseam levels now. But our fellow social networkers and twitterati fail to realise or accept it. It seems that a trending news is religious chant that needs to be oft repeated in the form of tweets and statuses or you shall face God's wrath.

I am not against people sharing a piece of their minds or speaking up against issues that inflict upon us. I am only irked by the ever and increasing chunk of useless, half cooked, rotten and negative ones out there. And of course the repetitive ones. 

I seriously feel that now is the time to bring back some old adages to practice. To listen and analyse more and speak less. To De-connect and seek solace within. Or the day is not far when all our raised voices and agitations will bang those walls and die out. 
Unheard. Wiped out. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

The 'alternate' doctor!

We humans are functionally and fundamentally a complex combination of tendencies, instincts and inclinations. A very marked one, out of these, is to be a 'priority'. To never be an option or an alternative. Athough we are quick to chalk out our own choices and priorities, no one wants to be listed as secondary in someone else's list of importants.

The irony of today's time however is that we live in a world of ever increasing alternatives. Whatever displeases our sense of perfection even by Nano-inch is automatically replaced by something new. Which is why being an alternative is getting even more scarier in this extremely competitive and perfection demanding era of today. 

Having said all that, here I stand, a doctor pursuing an 'alternative' system of medicine. Yes, this very word alternative would make a majority of the world either pay no attention to it or neglect it ever so brutally. Many of you might question, why have an alternative system after all when the mainstream system of medicine is flourishing. Backed up by the greatest pharmaceutical giants it is now no more an orthodox system of medicine. The doctors of allopathic system are met with this dignity and respect, no matter what actually goes beneath the teachings of the coveted white aprons.

Oh no! Before you get me wrong or pity me or presume this to be one of those 'whining with a glass of wine' post, let me tell you then I plan not dirt slinging but of whining, well, I'm not very certain.

So anyways, having completed my BHMS this month (for those of you who don't know, BHMS stands for Bachelor of homoeopathic medicine and surgery) it scares me an awful lot to be labelled and reckoned as an alternate, a second choice or maybe the last of all. 

No matter the effort I have put in, the knowledge I acquired, the compassion in my bosom to treat and cure, the will to heal are suffering humanity-I will, most probably be unable to prescribe off this ailment of being labelled as secondary.

For many of you reading this, it may not seem to be a big deal but if you think of it all in terms of your health it might ring a bell somewhere near you. If you as a patient, come to visit the doctor with a biased mind, of him being an alternate how can there ever develop a primary doctor-patient relationship? How do you expect me, the doctor, to give you my best when I am just a secondary substitute?

How wise is it to label a doctor as a substitute or an alternate just because he practices a pathy that is an alternate system of medicine in the country? Haven't we, because of our ignorance, misinterpreted and mis-designated the doctors of today? The reason why the word alternate was attached to different systems of medicine was because they moved parallely with the modern system and in many cases worked much better than allopathy. Their principles and foundations being much stronger and older than the modern system. But as it happens in all civilisations, people judge rather misjudge the reasons and formulate new ones, the alternate system stooped down to the level of being a last resort and the doctors being called as quacks.

We, the doctors of alternate pathy may not be able to fight with the moneymaking pharmaceutical companies out there or with those who leave no stone unturned to prove us to be nothing more than a placebo. But we surely have hope. And our hope is our patients. The faith of our patients is what has kept our pathy consistently rising above all hurdles and proving that we can do miracles. 

I have no qualms in being labelled as an alternate if I am a priority for my patients. If they consider me something more, something above and beyond the last and final resort/try and error method. I sincerely wish that come soon the day we, the homoeopaths are able to prove what a wonder our pathy is. Giving homeopathy the place it truly deserves. 

Signing off, me, the alternate doctor trying my best to reach and help you with this extraordinary pathy!