Shepherds in the hills... Called Gaddis. 
Their typical dress caught one's eye.... Especially in summers. They would wear same warm clothes in summers too ! 
And walking with a little lamb in their arms is a striking feature of their journey from high regions to comparatively low heights. 

During my long medical career I have encountered numerous strange complaints, some real and some out of fanciful imagination of the "sufferer".
One can always sympathize with the genuine issues, physical or mental.
But what of the people especially men who are obsessed with the appearance or persistent malfunctioning of their genitals?
I have seen this obsession in especially middle aged men. The percentage is very less though. At the age when one would expect some stability in their lives, they find themselves troubled constantly by the certain appearances of their "manhood".

There is also tendency to exhibitionism and a constant need of reassurance that their machines are in quite good working order.
Takes lot of counseling...
Time consuming of course.
But one needs to be on the watch for "actors" who just waste your time with useless garble.

I have this patient, nearing 60 years.
He suffered from the same infliction - obsession with his instrument.
Every time apart from other derma issues, the lamentations would start about his "problems" down there.
Every time it took some talk to make him convinced that "this time it was still okay".

But his recent visit had me want to shout at him to stop thinking !
Just!
Stop!
Thinking!

And

Stop looking at it !
All the time !!!

Although I didn't shout. My professional commitments don't allow for this liberty.
Though I found it so amusing afterwards.

The man is almost 60, balding white hair on the scalp. Hidden by a oversized turban. But moustache and beared are styled properly and dyed jet black.
He came for some other issues and I was happy that finally he was not mentioning "the problem". Had he got over it?
But before I could heave a sigh of relief, he popped the funniest bombshell I have ever heard in my life.
" Now that we are working on my face and definitely it looks better. Could you please suggest some treatment for tightening the skin "down there" ? It has become a bit loose. "
I felt like laughing at this absurd query but very seriously told the gentleman that skin" down there "is always bit loose and not to worry about it . :))

Isn't life full of hidden humor ? :)

Serenity in simplicity of art 

The art of communicating with others has always interested me. 

Apart from the normal usual conversation, there are two types which I find quite interesting :

Silent 

&

Loud 

Silent communication is most interesting and my favorite. 

One can indulge in it in between the verbal flow of words... 

Some call them "the pauses". 

But it is not a pause. 

The conversation is continuing without any external element. 

Such communication has depth. 

Its meaningful content is soothing to heart. 

No words are needed. 

Just a little look, gesture or smile... 

On the contrary, the most repulsive kinds are the loud types. 

Such is the negative impact of their cacophony that one loves to play deaf with them. 

Commonly found in women who think they are the wisest person God sent on this earth. 

There would be endless narrations of their views, experiences and these self proclaimed experts in worldly wisdom never miss an opportunity to "judge" people and give proclamations. 

Of course all of this is based upon their own myopic vision. 

In their ignorance they take silence of another person as a sure sign of "lack of knowledge". 

It doesn't occur to these nitwits that the other person may find them too repulsive to indulge in conversation. 

For me, I would rather talk to a wall than to waste my energy and time with these scheming loudspeakers ! 

One finds such specimens around us.... 

Relatives or someone in somebody's friends circle... Or some accidental encounter... 

I would hug a genuine friend. 

The heart automatically reaches out to that person. The sensitivity, humanity and affection act like magnetic force. 

But spare me the insensitive, selfish and  babbling loudspeakers. 

Softness. Does the word sound alien to them? 

Makes me wonder :)