My fav Houseisms

“I teach you to lie, cheat, and steal, and as soon as my back's turned you wait in line?”

“Like I always say, there's no "I" in team. There's a "me" though, if you jumble it up.”

“Nobel invented dynamite. I won't accept his blood money.”

“You can think I'm wrong, but that's no reason to quit thinking.”

“That's absurd. I love it.”

“The drugs don't make me high, they make me neutral.”

“You know me. Hostility makes me shrink up like a... [pauses] I can't think of a non-sexual metaphor.”

“I'm a little busy - gettin' my drink on.”

“Perseverance does not equal worthiness. Next time you want to get my attention, wear something fun. Low-riding jeans are hot.”

“I am the doctor who's trying to save your son's life. You're the mother who's letting him die. Clarification- it's a beautiful thing.”

“[Answering Newsweek's phone call about Dr. Charles' condition] In my opinion, Dr. Sebastian Charles is an idiot! Yeah, you can quote me... C-U-D-D-Y.”

“[To Cameron at Christmas]
Candy canes? Are you trying to mock me?”

“I take risks, sometimes patients die, but not taking risks causes more patients to die - so I guess my biggest problem is I've been cursed with the ability to do the math.”

“[To Foreman]
Her leg hurts after running six miles. Who knows? Could be anything.”

“Treating illnesses is why we became doctors. Treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable.”

“[Talking to a patient about suing doctors] It's ironic, isn't it? Sort of like the boy who sued wolf... you know, I bet we have a doctor named Wolf. How perfect would that be? I'm gonna page him.”

“Bros before hos, man.”

“How does someone just start drooling? Chase? Were you wearing your short shorts?”

“Everybody lies.”

"You want to know how two chemicals interact, do you ask them? No, they're going to lie through their lying little chemical teeth. Throw them in a beaker and apply heat."

"People like talking about people. Makes us feel superior. Makes us feel in control. And sometimes, for some people, knowing some things makes them care."

"Men are pigs. [They will] pretty much have sex with anyone, fat, skinny, married, single, complete strangers, relatives."

"Our bodies break down, sometimes when we're 90, sometimes before we're even born, but it always happens and there's never any dignity in it. I don't care if you can walk, see, wipe your own ass. It's always ugly. Always. You can live with dignity, we can't die with it."

"Patients always want proof, we're not making cars here, we don't give guarantees."

"Tests take time. Treatment's quicker."

"Pretty much all the drugs I prescribe are addictive and dangerous."

"Idiopathic, from the Latin meaning we're idiots cause we can't figure out what's causing it."

"You know what's worse than useless? Useless and oblivious."

"Tell a surgeon it's okay to cut a leg off and he's going to spend the night polishing his good hacksaw.... they care about their patients. They just care about themselves more. Which is not an unreasonable position. Trying to maximize the tissue you save also maximizes the chances of something going wrong. Which means you've gotta be extra careful. Which is such a pain in the ass."

"Welcome to the end of the thought process."

"...the life itself: Sex."

"...the fact that the sexual pleasure center of your cerebral cortex has been over-stimulated by spirochetes is a poor basis for a relationship. Learned that one the hard way."

"There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends. And there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function."

"In this universe effect follows cause. I've complained about it but—" [

"The treatments don't always work. Symptoms never lie."

thirteen: this is Dr. House. He's too brilliant for introductions.

*Thanks to and for the quotes which I soo thoroughly enjoy....
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With the early sunrise, I am up
In its sleepy glory, I greet it
The soil crumbles, beneath my feet
Saplings, all arranged neatly.

Fruit of the earth
The Lord hath blest it
Sweat of man and
Power of God.

I am Cain, firstborn of Adam
And Eve, my mother
From whose womb I arose
Only to be followed, by Abel.

Day after day, I toil and tumble
Weeds insinuate the earthy depths
The best of which I shall offer Him
My Creator, in Heavens almighty.

But Abel, the weakling he is
Foolishly opens his eyes
To find his sheep wandering
And him, left far behind.

His birth, of no significance to me
An alter persona, compared to me
Father and mother loved him dearly
And for this, I shall repay him surely.

My offering rejected
I stand there, defeated
Abel uplifted by the Lord
Revenge boiled inside me.

"Why has anger risen within you
And your face bowed to the ground
Sin crouches at your door
Overrule its desire"

In the fields it was over
My score atlast settled
Abel be no more
Then He sayeth unto me

"Where is Abel thy brother?"
"I do not know;
Am I my brother's keeper?"
“What have you done?"

"His blood cries out unto me
Cursed are you forever
The earth no longer yielding
A wanderer and fugitive to be"

I am Cain, firstborn of Adam
And Eve, my mother
Standing there, defeated
Seperated from my God
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Lost in Translation

Step quick-quick-slow

Spot turn

Our eyes meet, bodies hug
Her hand in mine and copa
We twist and turn
Keep up with the pace

And the music
Don't forget the music
A rhythm
Sensually divine

Step quick-quick-slow

You caress my face
Slide down my arm
You shine
An amazing wonder

A circle
Eyes on each other
We twist, we turn

Step quick-quick-slow

And thus
The end had neareth
A spot turn
And now we're done

*The dance described is the Salsa.
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India Whining

Once upon a time there was a White man who like other White men had a fascination towards India. Though he was cheap like the rest of us Indians, he decided to make a movie pertaining to the rise of the downtrodden slumdog Indian to the greatest of heights. But as it is when crabs are put together in a bucket, preventing each other from rising, so also the Indians fought against this White man, who had infact made India famous. Famous enough to be recognised by the Golden Globe Society, which decided that this White man should be awarded along with the other Brown people, both of those who acted and made the music of the film. And they did not just stop with one. They gave them four whereas their counterparts from their motherland England gave them eleven nominations at their awards, the BAFTA.

Now what the argumentative, naive and ignorant amongst the smart Indian lot do not realise is by advertising India's poverty makes it richer. Heaven knows how much the tourism industry has prospered simply by the power of yoga and the search for ones inner being.But no, they want foreigners to come and shoot the Developed India. The land of the Bollywood mirch-masala and talk about how it has developed inspite of being raped by its predecessor, the British or by its current politicians.

India is like a diamond. Only once the grit and grime is washes and the stone polished does it shine. But one has to get through the grit and grime first and not vice versa.

So please fellow country people... Think, ponder, understand. Indians are not called smart for nothing...
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Stars and lights



 Open my eyes
Turn to the right
Wake up and stretch
Look around my big bedroom
Scenic ocean and palm trees
White sand on my personal beach

Spin around and place my feet
Gucci for my aching soles
Walk to the bathroom
Crystal clear mirror
Six pack abs and tan to fit
Hair messed up but still shiny

Head down to the living room
Across the painting strewn halls
The cleaner salutes me
The butler ushers me in
A hearty breakfast fit for a king
Masterpiece courtesy the chef

Silver forks and spoons
Plates with gold etched edges
Orange juice served in crystal
Appointments read to me
SMS's texted dutifully
Time for another costume change

Clothes laid on my bed
Versace, D&G and the rest
Crafted and tailored
To suit my body perfectly
Cologne dabbed, Aviators donned
They all await me

Chauffeured in my Mercedes
Tinted to deflect the paparazzi
Music fills the vacuum
Calls ring incessantly
Ya ya I'm on my way
Directors, producers, idiots

The door opens, bulbs flash
Out I step into the world
A wave and a wink
Girls faint, some shriek
Scribble upon books
And kiss upon the cheek
The stars and lights
Its all about me
They all want to be me
They all want to do me
Cos being me is their frigging ticket
Away from their damned miseries
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LIFE : unfulfilled

I'm writing this. not at the prime of my life but just at the beginning of it. Born in a middle class family, times went well for all of us. My brothers, strong and handsome were the pride of my parents. My mother told me once, she had actually wished for a girl to follow the two, but they had me instead. "Not that your not wonderful or anything", she'd end, but somehow I knew deep inside, my mama did want a girl. Someone whose hair she could comb and tie into a delicate plait or pulled up as a bun. Someone she could share all her recipes or secrets with. Someone to pass along a long line of saris and jewelry.

But she had me, instead. "Not that your not wonderful or anything". Her dreams of pink ribbons and flowers shattered.

I grew up pudgy and which parent doesn't love that about their child. Their love added on to the excessive calories, I was already feeding and the maid, who'd fervently prepare oil filled dishes, always felt I'd grow up to be a wrestler of sorts since "that's what boys do na... 24 hours fighting offooo... stoppit".

Growing up was lonely as my brothers had left me to continue their studies in the greener fields of the Americas. I was left to learn things the hard way and not have anyone to ask questions to save my parents whom I wouldn't dare ask anything absurd or out of context.

Then I fell in love. Yes, sweet childhood crushes. But not of the ordinary kind. He was also a boy. I can imagine the one who reads this, suddenly having a sudden sickening and screwing up of face expression but, I was young and immature, then and now, but I loved that feeling.

They always say its hard to differentiate between love and infatuation. And fortunately, it was the latter. Nothing really happened between us except practising kissing which we had seen on TV and wanting to see how its done. And we did end up getting caught by the maid which is when we pretended to play a game.

Life continued further from school and finally every parents dream, College. A new place, another challenge. Here again I found someone. And this time, it was love. And again, to a boy.

I smiled, laughed and played along with the feelings I had imagined in my head. Just the same ones as any other normal man would have for a woman. But here it was another man. And somehow everything fell right into place.

Yes, we did get married in style and have a beautiful house to stay in. He'd wake up early in the morning to see my face and caress my cheek. And I did prepare breakfast and feed him and... kiss him goodbye on his way to work.

But like castles of yore, they all came tumbling down, when he said he didn't want to be my friend anymore. If anyone else had said that, I'd probably wouldn't mind. But with the ones you supposedly love, that was a freaking nightmare.

I cried and cried and kept cursing him and the God who made him. "How can you be soo cruel? Where did I go wrong?" these were all the questions I'd ask Him in our conversations only to be answered in silence. " I know its a sin to love another man as I am one, Lord, I really cant bear to sin against you any longer but I really do love him and I really do need him."

Silence, time and amnesia... The three best things one could ask for when suffering from a broken heart. I still see him now. Though we don't talk anymore. Its more of glances to see how each one is doing. And I'm happy that we both have done well so far. Though I have considered Klinefelters or any other genetic abnormality or the powerful wish of a mother which come true in the most horrible of manners to be manifested as a boy to explain my condition.

The title says unfulfilled probably cos I'm supposed to be falling in love with a woman, have children and so on and so forth. But there's still a part of me inside which says, I'll always love him and care for him always.

*Inspired by the movie MILK*
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Brahma spoke
And I was formed
My name, Tilotamma
Apsara of Indra's court

Whispers, sniggers and jealousy
Evil lined their eyes
Dark as Kohl, were they

But Brahma was gracious
Blest far more than the rest
My beauty knew not its boundaries

Hair, black as a raven
Lips, tender as rose petals
My body, a dew drop enrobed
By lotus leaves.

But Brahma knew far too well
Pride leadeth to a fall
Therefore I was cursed
Far more than the rest

I was not to fall in love.

Until I saw him in the fields.
His bow and glinting arrows
His face kind and gentle
His body, sun kissed

Desire soon took over me.
Surging through my very blood.
But... Brahma knew too well
For I was summoned to Indra's court.

Lightning marked my presence.
Seven mortal lives, he said
Disease and pain, thy ornaments to be
I begged and pleaded
But judgement had been passed.

Listen... Take heed
Brahma knows too well
For I am Tilotamma
Apsara of Indra's court.

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