My take on today's newspaper: A melange of thoughts

Three children die in Niloufer Hospital, Hyderabad due to medical negligence.

Rahul Mahajan 's medical details were doctored.

What is happening to the medicos of today? The most learned and well-educated community, the top-brass in our education ladder.

I remember in my childhood I was taught to say "I want to become a doctor" because that was a profession that commanded respect and was a highly dignified profession - on the same lines as a poojary or a brahmin of the medieval times. A doctor was the most important person, always treated as a VIP and one could almost feel the aura of knowledge around him.

And then you have the union minister butting into the affairs of the AIIMS. Its high time the ministers kept off serious matters and stuck to their usual "keechhad-uchhalna" on other party members and the inaugurations of any building, be it a road or a toilet.

Well, I have heard the Registrar of my college, who handled a course on management last semester, talk of similar happenings in our college too. And of course, every now and then, there is a whimper of politics showing its hood in the industries, even software.

Does Politics have to be prevalent in every field? I wonder if there is any possibility of doing away with politics.....

And the WORST thing about newspapers , absolutely the WORST thing, is printing pictures of relatives of victims in agony. There was one right in the front page today. I think it is disgraceful for the paper to print pictures of dead bodies and that our Indian media is yet to understand. Displaying pictures of crying relatives, weeping, distraught mothers only sensitizes the issue. Of course, it may add on to the daily sales (I am yet to understand how) but there is a code of ethics newspapers ought to follow, them being the voice of the nation.
That one thing Indian media has yet to learn from the West.

As the tern flies along the well known route, I wonder,
What would happen if I move upwards towards the glittering heavens,
and cross the barriers, so well known.
I know I will meet my doom,and my precious life will be no more.
But then, What are we given this life for?
To smile with pride and shine with happiness.
But why am I so stubborn to not move upwards
into the glittering heavens.....
And the Tern continues its flight...................