Just some jibber-jabber as I pack my bags...

Was just fooling around with the "Top commentators" code( available here ) on my blog html code.. this is the result I came up with...

01. XXXXX ( 267 )
02.PythoRoshan (54)
03.Nags (44)
04.Gazal (42)
05.max (35)
06.Mogamboo (34)
07.The Lost Wanderer (32)
08.The Rat... (25)
09.Anonymous (24)
10.lemonade (23)
11.ap (23)
12.Michelle (22)
13.Ps (22)
14.Rejoy (21)
15.Reni (21)
16.shammu... (20)

Quite a few names from the past in there. Sigh... No guesses as to who XXXX is... yup, you got it.. It's a certain Mr Roshan R !!!
Man, I have got to stop reading my own blog !!! I've commented nearly 10 times as many times as anyone else in my blog. In my defence, I think I get a lot of random people who cross by my site while bloghopping and comment once in a blue moon. And probably a lot of people with fractured arms who surf the net and hence, while appreciating my blog and longing to comment on it's brilliance, can't type their words of awe with their nose. I forgive you, guys. 

For now.

Still, it's good to have all you bloggers around .. a virtual support group with whom I can crack jokes, tell my worries & sorrows, ask questions ( by the by, with respect to the last question I asked, I will be getting the Itouch 32 gb model... am busy adding 'pics' to all my mp3s right now as we speak. ) and just be my creative and dumbass self. No pretensions. Helps me get rid of what's on my mind. Who knows ? If Hitler had a blog, he'd probably have ended up being a happy florist  instead of 'THE DICTATOR.' If only.

My cardiovascularthoracic anaesthesia posting is almost over and Boy! If you thought that name was tough, believe me, the surgeries were mindblowing. I honestly don't remember ever seeing such skilled surgical hands at work..EVER. Then again, I can't remember the last time I saw a beating heart either till this posting. Man. It's something. Even when the rest of the body is shut down by muscle relaxants, this baby keeps on going. 

You need instruments called the octopus and the starfish to hold and stabilise it in place so you can fine tune it and there's even a fibrillator involved... you've seen the movies where people use a defibrillator to kickstart a shut down heart, right ? Well, a fibrillator does the opposite. It shuts down the heart. That's necessary so that the surgeon can do his pinpoint surgery under microscope. 

What keeps 'em alive during this period ? Well, that's where the heart-lung machine takes over. How can I possibly put it in simple terms... it's a big DJ box-washing machine lookalike hybrid which drains all the blood from the patient's body, purifies it and sends it back repeatedly during the operation so that the surgeon also has a bloodless field. Ya, you're right. I'll stop scaring you guys with this medical jargon.  It spooked me too.. me, the guy who used to have a set of human bones under my bed for a year ( It used to be our study material.. kinda like a ANATOMY-FOR-DUMMIES guide. ) Wake up at 3am in the morning. Can't sleep ? Put your hand in the bag and pick a bone. Any bone. 'Re-Read it' till you fall asleep again.

Ummm.. ok. I'll stop creeping you guys out. Seriously, I won't even mention the other uses we had for those bones...

Anyway, changing the subject, check out 'Heroes' if you're around a movie theatre. Though not as good as 'Rang De Basanti', the director and cast's heart is in the right place and that counts for a lot in my book. Plus, you get to see some really rare things.

1. Sohail Khan actually acting.

2. Salman Khan actually not talking like a NRi brat.

3. Sunny Deol in one of his most unique fight sequences ever. And that says a lot, considering some of his action scenes. His dancing.. well, he's as good ( bad ) as he ever was.

4. Mithun Chakraborty in a really sweet role.

5. There's very little eye candy and it gets over early on with miniscule shots of Riya Sen ( Growwr ) and Amrita Arora. 

6. The theme too is something different for Bollywood. 2 kids aiming to pass college by making a movie on why not to join the army, end up learning a lot about themselves and the army that defends them by just delivering 3 letters. 3 letters from the dead.

Anyway, I'm off for a long overdue vacation home. Time to remind my parents that their second kid is me and not Ruby ( evil dog enchantress of the house ). As usual, they don't know I'm arriving. It's an old tradition almost. I always appear home out of the blue. Though, it used to be a lot easier when it was a 3 hour journey from Mangalore as opposed to a flight-then-train journey of a day. Cheaper, too. 

Still, It's worth it to see their surprised smiles... atleast till I overstay my welcome. Of course, blessed with unique telepathic skills, I can pick up the subtle signs. When Ruby gets the 'chicken curry with prawns and Nasi Goreng in good china dishes' and I get the 'mashed rice with fish bones in a doggy bowl'  is usually the first clue. My father looking longingly at the T.V. remote control that's become glued to my hand during and then smiling dreamily { worryingly } as he eyes the knives cabinet is another. My bags packed one fine morning and a return ticket taped to my spectacles is a rather not too subtle hint, I feel personally. Doesn't stop my parents ( or is it Ruby ??) from trying, though. 

Adios amigos. If there's a net working back home, I'll write. Or else, you're on your own. Keep the world running till I get back.

P.S. Funny thought. You guys know I'm going home. But my own parents and bro ( who I'll be seeing for the first time in 2 years ) don't. Hehe. Bloggers. We're a weird lot.