Heart of Medicine

There is a reason this painting still works.

The doctor is not doing anything dramatic.

He is not performing a procedure.
He is not speaking.
He is not surrounded by machines.

He is watching.
Sitting in that uncomfortable space between uncertainty and responsibility.

That may be one of the oldest truths in medicine.
Before medicine was data-rich, it was attention-rich.

A physician noticed the small change.
The altered breathing.
The color that was not quite right.
The silence in the room.
The look on a family member’s face.

AI will change medicine in extraordinary ways.
I hope it does.

It may help us find information faster, recognize patterns earlier, draft notes more cleanly, and support decisions with more evidence than any one person could hold alone.

But medicine is not only a knowledge problem.
It is also a discipline of presence.

The question is not whether AI can help us think.
It can.

The deeper question is whether, as the tools get faster, we preserve the part of medicine that stays close enough to the human consequence to notice what still does not fit.

The room still matters.

So does the person willing to sit in it.

So True - as Joan Aliya said

 

Woman!

 

Love persists!

سچائ یہ ہے کے

 نا تو ظلیخا پر مرنے والا مر چکا اور نا ظلیخا کی بڑھتی عمر اور کمر میں کوئ کمی آئ 

Filling up the horizon of the minds of the masses

“Heavy physical work, the care of home and children, petty quarrels with neighbors, films, football, beer, and above all, gambling filled up the horizon of their minds. To keep them in control was not difficult…. All that was required of them was a primitive patriotism which could be appealed to whenever it was necessary to make them accept longer working hours or shorter rations. And when they become discontented, as they sometimes did, their discontentment led nowhere, because being without general ideas, they could only focus it on petty specific grievances.”

– George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four 

Is this not the current reality that we are living every day

Crime and Punishment in 3 minutes!

 

On French etiquette of diet

(Stealing from a friend)

Today I had dinner at Entre Nous, a beautiful and classy French bistro. We were lucky to get a reservation, so I went in with a very clear and noble mission:

Grass-fed steak, French butter melting on top, and greens to my heart’s desire.

Of course, since I don’t drink alcohol, the waiter politely offered us French wine, especially Merlot. Very elegant. Very French. Very tempting for people who drink. We smiled and asked for our usual high-society beverage:

Diet Coke.

The waiter looked at us like we had asked him to microwave a croissant.

He said, very politely but firmly,

“We don’t serve Diet Coke.”

Then, before we could recover from this emotional trauma, the real French owner appeared. Heavy French accent. Serious face. Full culinary authority. The man looked like he had personally drafted the constitution of French food.

He said:

“Monsieur, we do not serve artificial drinks, chemicals, Diet Coke, or decaf drinks. Everything here must be natural. Whole milk. Real cheese. Real butter. Real ingredients. This is what I learned in France, and this is what I practice here.”

At that moment, I realized this was not just a restaurant.

This was a French nutritional courtroom, and Diet Coke had just been sentenced to life imprisonment.

No Diet Coke.

No decaf.

No fake cheese.

No chemical shortcuts.

No nonsense.

Only real food, real butter, real cream, real cheese, real coffee, and real attitude.

And suddenly, I thought of my visits to France.

Beautiful surroundings, clean air, greenery, parks, walkable streets, and a healthier lifestyle are wonderful goals. But the real question is:

Can we also build healthier eating habits?

Because healthy citizens are not created by parks alone. They are created by daily discipline: real food, smaller portions, walking, clean habits, and less dependence on fake, processed, chemical-loaded items.

Whenever I visit France, I’m amazed. You can walk through entire streets and barely see obesity. If I do see one or two obese people, I quietly think:

“These are probably tourists. The real French are inside, eating butter with dignity and still staying thin.”

That is the French mystery.

They eat butter, cheese, bread, cream, steak, and dessert — yet somehow they don’t expand like a Pakistani wedding buffet line.

Their secret is simple:

Real food. Small portions. Slow eating. Lots of walking. No fake chemicals. No emotional relationship with unlimited refills.

The lesson from tonight was clear:

A healthy society needs green spaces, clean air, walkable neighborhoods, and beautiful homes.

But it also needs a culture of wholesome food, disciplined portions, and respect for the body.

The French may have their Merlot.

Though I must admit, my Diet Coke is still in mourning!

Les Misérables in 3 minutes

 

khas!

 

On Blue Lizard

 

A unique Blue Lizard which is found in the Petra area of Jordan. The lizard is also called the Sinai agama. It is also found in Syria, Sinai, and Israel, but Jordan is still the best place to see it. It lives between the rocks in the Petra area. It avoids contact with people, so it has moved to areas that are inaccessible to tourists. That’s why it is hard to see it. It is a cold-blooded (ectothermic) animal, so it has to come out in the open in the morning on boulders, cliffs, or piles of stone to bask in the sun in order to store energy. Sitting in the sun, it frequently opens its mouth (‘gaping’). Gaping is used for thermoregulation by releasing excess body heat. This is important as the lizards do not sweat to cool down. Once energized, it goes back to its hiding place between the rocks. It is usually dull brown in color, but the male turns bright blue in the head and throat only during the mating season. So, there is a very narrow window of opportunity to see it in blue. The female doesn’t change colors. Its limbs and tail are long and thin, allowing for good climbing and running capability. It feeds on insects and plants. Unlike other members of the genus Agama, its third toe is the longest rather than the fourth. Please see the photograph. It appears that the lizard is quite low on energy to run away. The best it could do is to change positions. Once sufficiently recharged, it ran away. Wildlife is so unpredictable. You have to be at the right place at the right time. 

Life!

کیا ھو گیا ھے وقت کو نجانے

لمحوں میں گزرتے ھیں زمانے 

Stereotyping

کبھی اپنی آنکھ سے زندگی پہ نظر نہ کی

وہی زاویے کہ جو عام تھے مجھے کھا گئے

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