: About Me

I am in my forties. I wrote my first essay 40 years ago. My teacher loved it, so did my family. For years I kept writing to make myself happy and to win competitions in school. I stopped writing in 1984 when I had to study hard for my final year in medical college. The happy writer became a not-so-happy doctor, then an over-worked trainee surgeon, an uptight qualified surgeon, a tired husband, a ran-down father to three young kids, an obese young man, a financial failure, an amateur runner, a slim marathoner, a worried father to three terrible teens, a financial come-back, an obese middle-aged man, a not-so-slim marathoner again, ... and hopefully, a happy writer again.

My passion is ...

achieving my full potential in every way and touching lives.

I know too much about ...

forgetting my dreams and giving up half way.

My parents always told me ...

to eat more.

My childhood ambition ...

to be the school principal.

My favorite memory ...

having the energy to work and play 48 hours non-stop.

Why I write ...

to find myself and to help others.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

A hanging by George Orwell

My first job ...

factory worker

My best moment ...

yet to come

My inspiration ...

ordinary people achieving their potentials and touching lives.

Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: When to say good-bye to a friend you've outgrown

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I am submitting my penny's worth to this title, moved by two reasons: 1. There are friends whom I've outgrown (but still have to relate to). 2. There are friends who have outgrown me and said their good-byes in unacceptable ways. My personal response to the title is: I don't think you should say good-bye to your friends. You still treasure them dearly. They are a part of you and your growth. You would attend their weddings, their children's weddings, and hopefully, not too frequently, their funerals. You just don't see them every other week in the next five years, the way you met each othe...

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