Friday, July 25, 2025

Wedding anniversary:Today, she’s still here. And she’s everything.

30th June marked 12 years since we got married.

Life has never been easy — nothing certain, nothing predictable. But through all the chaos, she’s been the one constant.


We’ve faced more than our share of twists and turns, and the road’s been anything but smooth — yet somehow, we’ve held the wheel together. Twelve years in, she still hasn’t run away.


If anything, she’s the one who fights tooth and nail to make sure I get where I want to go. She didn’t just stay in the story — she made it worth reading.


I’ve always lived in my own dream world, often finding myself limited to a very particular set of skills — skills I’ve acquired over a long career (though definitely not the kind Liam Neeson had in Taken). And because of that, I’ve always needed someone to look out for me — to fill in the gaps I couldn’t see.


Losing Amma four years ago left me defenceless in more ways than I expected. That’s when she truly became my guardian angel — my fiercest protector, or as she lovingly calls herself, my emotional support bird.


We’ve loved each other from the very beginning — back when I was a clueless 26-year-old with more ego than wisdom, and she already carried a calm strength I’m still learning from. Time passed, and through it all, she stayed.



Today, she’s still here. And she’s everything.

Monday, April 14, 2025

Vishukkani in a Foreign Dawn



As I woke up today, my phone’s gallery threw back a photo taken on this very day, five years ago—when most of us were asked to Stay Home, Protect the NHS, and Save Lives. Having moved to the UK, for the past five years, my daily Vishukkani has been my beautiful better half—except on days when one of us was on a night shift! She’s been my world for the past twelve years, and during the Covid era, she even became my personal hair stylist.


Growing up alongside a genuinely devout Amma and an ‘almost atheist’ Achan, I guess I could be branded a ‘neutral Hindu’. Without the slightest disapproval, Achan would always buy flowers to help arrange the Vishukkani, and it would always be there to greet me each year on this auspicious day. Though our display was never as vibrant or elaborate as those in other Malayali households, Amma would still wake me up and gently guide me to the Kani. It would brighten my heart (and indeed, fatten my wallet by the end of the day with all the kaineettams).


Amma isn’t here anymore, and Achan is 17 hours of flight away — but the memories stay, always.

Wishing all my dear ones a Vishu filled with light and love.


For those wondering what on earth is Vishu, Vishukkani and Kaineettam:


Vishu: A traditional Hindu festival, like Kerala’s version of New Year’s Day, mixed with Thanksgiving vibes.

Vishukkani: A beautifully arranged display of auspicious items, set up the night before and meant to be the first thing one sees on waking.

Kaineettam: A custom where elders give money to younger members of the family as a form of blessing and to wish them prosperity for the year ahead. (Not sure if Gen Z has QR codes for this now!)

Sunday, April 13, 2025

Superhero? Nah, Just the Anaesthetist

 I was walking back after doing a pre-op assessment on a patient in the ward when a voice from the opposite bed rang out:

“Doctor… doctor, please come!”


Before I could even turn around, a healthcare assistant from the corner jumped in — trying to save me from the chaos — and shouted,

“No no, he’s not a doctor… he’s an anaesthetist!”


While I generally prefer to stay invisible, I wasn’t sure whether to thank her… or update my CV.