The Shy Medic

I'm an ardent Bollywood fan, and the title of this post is the tagline from a soon-to-be released movie- Gully Boy (in case you may be interested). The Grammys was today (or was it yesterday due to time zone?) and my Twitter feed is nothing short of videos and speeches and praises and pictures and shades and so on. I've decided to use the Grammys as an inspiration for this post. I wasn't gonna post anything today because my brain is so short on ATP and I didn't know what to write, or develop on that which I've written. Anyways, here we are! I don't listen to American pop or rap, so I plead neutrality with this post, and also I'll be careful not to trespass, so the fans of the musicians/rappers I mention in this post won't find me and kill me lol. Digging right in! Even if Cardi B had been a gang member at 16, or a stripper at 19, she has today, made history as the first female solo rapper to win a Grammy for the Best Rap Album...because it

Valentine is just around the corner, couples are being nicer to each other, the red and white outfits are being ordered, the flower shops are restocking, jewellery shops will have increased sales, and just about everyone will be happy because it is the month of Love. There is a crude generalization that children born in November are usually products of Valentine's night. This is as funny as it is witless! During a discussion of the silly statement above, I was asked, "is premarital sex okay"? While I lolled in a chair, I almost choked on my coffee. I wasn't prepared for such a question at seven a.m. Here you go. When I think about sex, morality, religion, and medicine are the parameters that come to mind. Sex is between two people, a man and a woman, or otherwise. But in the traditional society we live in where heterosexual relationships are given priority, the consequence(s) of sex (in this case premarital) is mostly borne by the woman partner. Now l