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I first joined Twitter on New Year’s Eve last year, and didn’t really think much of it early on. One year later, it has become a key networking tool for me. 2009 was the year Twitter exploded in popularity, mostly because of Oprah and the legions of celebrities that joined.
I have been lucky enough to get to know many incredible people from all walks of life. Some, I’ve even had the chance to get to know in real-life, and have been a great source of advice, wisdom, and friendship. Many are doctors, medical students, and scientists, but I’ve also gotten to know people who are newscasters, musicians, bloggers, and just generally interesting and inspiring people. As a rule, I don’t generally follow celebrities unless they have something vaguely interesting to say.
Twitter is great, but not perfect. It is still plagued by spammers, following people en masse, trying to hawk their products, marketing/entrepreneurial skills, or naked photos. There is no adequate mechanism in place to remove them before they start following people, so removing them becomes the responsibility of the user (and is a painfully slow process). It would also be nice if their “Suggested Users” function did not include just celebrities/other accounts with large followings. I’d like to follow people who may actually interact with me on some meaningful level.
While people may tend to think Twitter could supplant Facebook or vice versa (Facebook has enabled the @ function in their statuses possibly in an attempt to imitate Twitter), I think they can coexist. What I think (and this view is generally shared across many of my friends) is that Facebook is best reserved for keeping in touch with your close friends, while Twitter is great a way to meet new people.
So all in all, I’m pretty happy with my experience so far. I hope the next year brings new friendships and contacts who will help me achieve my goals, and perhaps I, theirs.
If you would like to follow me, my Twitter username is @sospokesaroj (original I know).
This post comes courtesy of the lovely Wynsters, whose site http://mommylonglegs.blogspot.com/ covers a wide range of topics and issues. Check out her post, “Mr. Carter”:
So here’s what I’m looking for: what does it mean to be born into one culture, but grow up in another? This is primarily with regard to either those whose parents were immigrants but were born abroad, or those who moved to another country from their mother country at an early age.
Let’s keep the posts to about 500-700 words. Be creative! It doesn’t have to be pure prose. If you have a style you’re comfortable with, use it. You can focus on one thing, or on everything. Even if you don’t quite fit the target group above, but have a post that relates to this topic, send it my way! Please include a little blurb on yourself, and if you have a website or blog, include the link. My email address is under the “About Me” tab.
Here’s a sample piece to get the ball rolling, it’s a post from last November on Indian communities as closed entities: http://sospokesaroj.wordpress.com/2008/11/18/indian-communities-as-closed-entities/
Happy writing!
Edit: I’ve set a deadline of Oct 14th, please send me your posts before then!
For those of you who continue to follow my blog despite my being unable to update it as often as before, I want to first say, thanks. You warm my heart with your continued support and encouragement.
I have been busy with work…yes I finally got a job, something I alluded to in my last post. I’m doing cancer research in the city, and it has been an incredible experience so far. If I’m lucky enough to get into medical school, oncology is definitely a possible path I want to pursue in some shape or form. The stakes are higher and the returns can be poor (or downright depressing), but when fate blesses you with the opportunity to be someone’s savior or at least their support, it is amazing.
Cancer is a very crafty enemy, with many weapons at its disposal. To those of you who say a cure for cancer is not far away, as much as I’d love to believe that, I’m not sure what data you are relying on. Whatever drugs and radiation therapies we have now are effective, but like bacteria, tumors can become resistant. This puts greater pressure (obviously) on the patient, but also the healthcare professionals, who are forced to bounce from therapy to therapy until something works, if but for a while.
I’m also getting materials together for AMCAS and just took the MCAT. Hopefully that turned out well, and I’ll be a little bit closer to getting back on track. It’s unfortunate AMCAS costs as much as it does, there has been a lot of financial wrangling to make sure that everything works out. I’ll post updates on that front when I can.
That being said, even though things are still busy, I will try to update this blog as often as I can.
El Rap Enfermo
This is not a typical post, usually mine are geared towards issues and events, but I figured I’d throw in one or two slightly pointless/mildly amusing posts too.
My brother and his friends had to do an extra-credit project for Spanish, where they had to make use of a passage (or something of the sort) about being sick (remember this is still high school Spanish). So they decided to make a Spanish rap video, and it is hysterical. Even if you don’t understand Spanish, it is still very funny.
Enjoy.
This semester has been a little more intense than I had originally anticipated. I promise there will be many more new posts after May 7, when my finals are over. There are a couple that I have in mind, but if you have any you’d like to see covered, comment here and I’ll do the best I can!
To all of my readers, I hope that all is well, and that spring has found you wherever you are (or I guess for those of you south of the equator…that weather is still pleasant!).
This is really a long-overdue thank you.
If you are a blogger looking for more traffic, this is probably the best site I have come across:
For me, it’s to get more readers to my blog in the hopes that they find something that piques their interest, and maybe grace my blog with their point of view. So far, it has helped tremendously in that end.
Here is a link to my most recent post: http://sospokesaroj.wordpress.com/2009/03/01/what-is-beauty/
Let me start with a story:
We had gone to the Hindu Temple in Flushing, and had stopped by the temple canteen for Madras coffee and snacks. When we walked in, we saw a bald man (possibly North Indian but that doesn’t really matter), maybe in his fifties, ranting about how slow the service was and occasionally yelling to the servers, “I want my dosa!” and disparaging them, blaming their being Madrasi or from some other part of South India, for their supposed ineptitude (I should add that it was particularly crowded today so they really were not to blame). Naturally we found the whole thing entirely too amusing and the guy eventually got his dosa and came back to his table, where his family was waiting. I figured the whole thing had passed, and we spent the time making fun of him and how incredibly immature he was. We saw him get up and go back to the front, where I guess they had asked him to pick up after himself. He had left a mess at his table, and yelled at the servers that he was not going to clean up the table.
Here is where stupid became downright embarrassing, if not despicable.
Another man, trying to play the role of good Samaritan, went up to him and tried to get him to stop raising his voice and starting a fight. Instead of backing down and leaving, the man raised his voice even more, yelling at the man and now proclaiming that he was “not going to clean that f*****g table.” Naturally there was a collective gasp, as there were several children around. The man’s wife attempted to pull him away, but instead got a slap on the wrist. Not only did the man not stop, but now he continued to hurl a string of expletives in Hindi and English at the man and the servers, all well within earshot of the rest of the people in the cafeteria. The servers nervously called security…which consisted of one very confused man. Eventually the man was herded out, and he could still be heard yelling as he left the building.
There are a few things I’d like to address:
1) Being an egotistical (insert word of choice) does not solve anything.
2) There are ways to criticize something without cursing.
There are people with inflated egos everywhere, but for some reason, the real class-acts seem to come from the Indian community. That’s a pretty broad generalization to make, but I’m basing this off of my experiences. We just seem to be teeming with people who tag themselves with a level of prestige that they don’t deserve, and are quick to find fault with others, while proclaiming themselves blameless. This guy…who I will call 92, because I think that was the number of his order, does not help matters.
The world doesn’t revolve around any of us, even though many of us (myself included) go through life assuming we are the center of the universe, to some extent. I don’t think there are very many people who go through life recognizing they’re one of many people, and keep that realization alive every minute of every day.
In this case, he should have recognized that they weren’t intentionally slowing things down. Weekends at the Hindu Temple mean large crowds, both in the temple, and in the canteen. The line was about ten people long when we got there, and the tables were mostly taken. No one purposely goes out of there way to deliberately screw with people…at least that’s the case with most people.
The second part is sometimes easier said than done, but the most important thing to keep in mind is that it can be done. It takes a special kind of lowlife to yell and curse about something so petty. It takes another kind of lowlife to yell and curse within feet of a temple or other place of worship. It takes an entirely different brand of lowlife to yell and curse about something knowing that both his children and the children of everyone else within earshot are listening to them. There isn’t a therapist in the world that could change that man’s approach to problems, most of it arises from his own view of himself in the context of the world. He’s probably one of those guys who constantly go through life thinking the world owes them something, and feels slighted by the smallest misgiving.
Cursing is sometimes cathartic, and I totally understand that because I’m guilty of it on so many levels. Yet his cursing wasn’t so much cathartic as it seemed to be some sort of feeble assertion of manhood and toughness. Seriously though, was it even necessary? I was so embarrassed for him, since clearly he felt no shame whatsoever.
Basically he came across as a balding baby with a tiny arsenal of curse words that he brandished with all the effectiveness of a rubber dagger. He didn’t look tough, he looked like an idiot, and if a non-Indian was looking in on this, would probably (unconsciously) generalize his behavior to the Indian community as a whole.
In conclusion: it’s never a good idea to pick a fight in public. You risk looking like an idiot and embarrassing not only yourself, but everyone around you. Save the melodrama for something else. Seriously all I wanted to do was sit down and relax with a cup of (amazing) Madras coffee, not be an unwilling audience to a man’s descent into idiocy (though I’m not sure the descent was that steep, in hindsight).
The corollary to that would be it’s definitely never a good idea to pick a fight with the servers at a restaurant or cafeteria. They work hard and they’re serving your food. Besides the fact that there’s something wrong with getting mad at the people sustaining you, you also don’t know what pissing them off could make them do to your food. I’ll end off with this little story:
A woman had gone to a deli and was, for some reason or another, not happy with their service and raised a scene. She then ordered a sandwich, demanding mustard. The guy making the sandwich was clearly pissed off, and though he gave her mustard, he squirted the mustard onto the sandwich so that it formed the word “bitch.” Unfortunately for him, she caught him in the act, and started to fight anew…


