I just finished watching Kinsey, in this computer. In fact, three seconds ago, I clicked the x at the upper right hand of the screen to terminate the program that allowed me to view that amazing film. I cried. I needed some tears and emotion once in a while and the film has provided me more than saline output and nose goo.
So, I've been living my days with films, books, plays interspersed with bouts of medical reading. I figured that since I am still idle, it would be worthwhile to reinforce my medical knowledge by going through all these books and making notes. Medicine has been a hurdle for me. Although, I guess every doctor would have the difficulty of stuffing our tiny neurons with the humongous data about our bodies. The normal is too much to comprehend, and knowing the abnormal is just too much for the human mind. I am speaking for myself here, and as always, there are exceptions of this rule. I am rather in the middle of that normal curve of human intelligence of retaining medical knowledge.
But why these films? These books? Are they worth watching? Reading? At first, they aim to entertain. It was a diversion to greater amount of knowledge I should have, and have always wanted to master, but, the entertainment and intellectual challenge was different, and at the same time, engaging. Medicine is a science, but humanity dwell in these.
As you can tell, I am particularly enthralled about humanities. It's amazing how authors and screenwriters would put it into words and filmmakers would effectively bring music, words and actors together in order for us to feel the emotions and the importance of life, as told in the stories. As a doctor, I encountered stories about my patients when I go to the clinic (I miss those) and it takes understanding and character to really appreciate each tale, to extract human emotion, to understand conflict, suffering and even love.
Going back to film, I identify myself with the Dr. Kinsey. It's more than the sexuality issue, but being a scientist myself, I understand his suffering. It sucks when everyone does not believe in your science. It sucks when someone says that you are wasting your time. I have stayed more than 8 months here in the US, trying to get the science I wanted, and it is just appalling for some people to say that I should have left my profession and pursue a more financially rewarding path. I could have, but ot just don't feel right. Until now, I am just following my instincts, hoping to prove those who believe otherwise that they were wrong. The light is nearer than before. I just hope I can get to the end of it.
I highly believe that Kinsey was a good film. Moreover, I saw it in an appropriate time. My friend here in NY told John Mayer in person, "Your music hits me in the right mood and in the right time," and similarly, I just felt that the movie hit me on the right spot. John Mayer gave him a hug and said, "Thanks, man" and my friend never forgot that encounter.
I need a hug sometimes. Fortunately, my friends have been always good to me and I feel hugged most of the time.
But a lot of "hugs" from books and films like these, especially when I am sitting alone in their Manhattan apartment. And it seems I will never get enough.
So, I've been living my days with films, books, plays interspersed with bouts of medical reading. I figured that since I am still idle, it would be worthwhile to reinforce my medical knowledge by going through all these books and making notes. Medicine has been a hurdle for me. Although, I guess every doctor would have the difficulty of stuffing our tiny neurons with the humongous data about our bodies. The normal is too much to comprehend, and knowing the abnormal is just too much for the human mind. I am speaking for myself here, and as always, there are exceptions of this rule. I am rather in the middle of that normal curve of human intelligence of retaining medical knowledge.
But why these films? These books? Are they worth watching? Reading? At first, they aim to entertain. It was a diversion to greater amount of knowledge I should have, and have always wanted to master, but, the entertainment and intellectual challenge was different, and at the same time, engaging. Medicine is a science, but humanity dwell in these.
As you can tell, I am particularly enthralled about humanities. It's amazing how authors and screenwriters would put it into words and filmmakers would effectively bring music, words and actors together in order for us to feel the emotions and the importance of life, as told in the stories. As a doctor, I encountered stories about my patients when I go to the clinic (I miss those) and it takes understanding and character to really appreciate each tale, to extract human emotion, to understand conflict, suffering and even love.
Going back to film, I identify myself with the Dr. Kinsey. It's more than the sexuality issue, but being a scientist myself, I understand his suffering. It sucks when everyone does not believe in your science. It sucks when someone says that you are wasting your time. I have stayed more than 8 months here in the US, trying to get the science I wanted, and it is just appalling for some people to say that I should have left my profession and pursue a more financially rewarding path. I could have, but ot just don't feel right. Until now, I am just following my instincts, hoping to prove those who believe otherwise that they were wrong. The light is nearer than before. I just hope I can get to the end of it.
I highly believe that Kinsey was a good film. Moreover, I saw it in an appropriate time. My friend here in NY told John Mayer in person, "Your music hits me in the right mood and in the right time," and similarly, I just felt that the movie hit me on the right spot. John Mayer gave him a hug and said, "Thanks, man" and my friend never forgot that encounter.
I need a hug sometimes. Fortunately, my friends have been always good to me and I feel hugged most of the time.
But a lot of "hugs" from books and films like these, especially when I am sitting alone in their Manhattan apartment. And it seems I will never get enough.
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