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Tales of Ipsa

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

  • 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.
  • Celebrating the Fool
    For humankind lives not by bread alone, but by moments of shared fun and laughter. This was the fool’s life and his livelihood. His skills were manifold—acrobatic, juggling, wordplay, mimicry, magic, music and dance—he was the Jack-of-all-comical-trades!
  • THE PARAKEET who wanted to be a bat and other stories
    While all the other parakeets perched dutifully upright as birds are wont to do, this one hung upside down, tail held up to the sky, squawking defiantly.