I Hate Kids….

I screamed for the nth time after yet another child began howling, even before I attempted to clean his ear. Children thrashing about violently, with their parents struggling to hold them tight was a regular feature of my daily OPD.

For the past 4 years as an ENT doctor, children of all ages, mostly under 6 years of age had got on my nerves till I could no longer look at a child without wincing in deep anguish. Slowly but surely I realised that I had developed a generalised hatred towards kids. This resulted in a fear of holding, or even playing with kids, so much so that I was too scared to even hold my godchild on her baptism day. I started becoming increasingly impatient with kids in my OPD and would often shout at them, while occasionally slipping in a pinch or two. Continue reading


God’s Healing in my Family

You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy.
Psalms 30:11

My family which includes my parents, my brother and I were an ordinary Catholic family who lived in the Gulf. We went for Sunday mass and prayed regularly. My parents were both God fearing Catholics and despite their busy schedules, they brought us up well. Continue reading


My Best Friend

I regard everything as loss because of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord.
Phillipians 3:8

I was the perfect definition of a “Sunday Catholic“. I did the bare minimum required of me, nothing more, and nothing less. I attended Sunday mass; prayed occasionally and lived according to what I felt was the right way. Jesus was just someone whom I prayed to, that too only when I needed something. Continue reading


St. Francis de Sales

St. Francis de Sales via Wikipedia

I am not a very prayerful person. I have my fair share of conversations with God and of late, the other two parts of the divine trinity, but anyone would tell you that I don’t know many prayers. Since I pretend I can write, and I am casually referred to as a writer, I thought I would on the patron saint of writing. So here is a little about St. Francis de Sales and the influence he had on me. Continue reading