The Little Things Matter

Tales of everyday life, the black and white of science coloured by some light-hearted touches of imagination!  

As a pathologist, you quickly learn to appreciate details – the seemingly insignificant and subtle changes that characterise the world under the microscope. Nothing can ever be dismissed as unimportant, mundane, or routine; you are alive to the possibility of the unexpected. It changes your perspective forever. The world, when viewed through a similar lens assumes new proportions; it’s fleeting moments, trifling details, and its brief encounters with creatures small (and big) become both unique and rewarding.

Welcome to Tales of Ipsa! Your place to see the special in the everyday. If a chord is struck or a memory jogged do comment.

Tales of Ipsa

• Cracking the code                                             
  Perhaps because we are encoded beings ourselves—a product of our own unique genetic code. We believed that cracking that code would free from our inborn frailties, perhaps even from death. Ironically, while we celebrate free will and the freedom of choice, multimillion dollar industries write codes which influence and shape our lives and loves; our work, finances, leisure and play.
• The Many Shades of Brown
  Brown was shabby homeliness, unobtrusive, simple, rustic. Yet it defined ultimate luxury in the glow of burnished metal, polished wooden floors and buffed leather. There was a wealth of knowledge in the brown crumbling pages of old tomes, and nostalgia in the faded sepia-tinted photographs in family albums.
• Sounds of the Night
  For the night is not all calmness and tranquility. While humans sleep, the night awakes—not just to hushed whispers and muted murmurs; but to chirps, yowls, and screeches! Sounds buried in the din of day ring clear and true. Its a journey of rediscovery as my ears acquaint me with the passing sounds of the night.
• Hair fall – the conspiracy theory
  But oblivious of the warning signs, totally wrapped in itself, the hair still relaxed, letting its hair down. Little did it know that its fall was near.
• The naptini
  Within a day or two of our homecoming she would be at the door, looking as she always did. Unchanging and constant, holiday after holiday. Grey-haired, tall and straight-backed, with a dark weather-beaten face, paan-stained teeth, and intelligent, shrewd eyes.