Skip to main content

All the kings men..

"Chess problems demand from their composer, the same virtues that characterize all worthwhile art:originality, invention, conciseness, harmony, complexity, and splendid insincerity." -Vladimir Nabokov.

During my childhood, chess was a game you played, when there was no electricity, so no television, you had already played scrabble and the other board games, and still had time to kill. Or on long train journeys..
In my youth, card games were more interesting, and chess was relegated to a thing of my past.
It's only as an adult, now that I have seen the workings of the world that I appreciate the sheer genius of a game of chess.
Chess teaches you the basic rule of life.. way before darwin coined it.. survival of the fittest..
every one, and every thing must be sacrificed , to keep the king alive.
Now, every time I read in the news paper , that a certain politician had to quit his party, or a certain managing director or president of a company had to resign from his position, I can't help but think- they are all the kings men.
In the field of medicine , we have a term called vicarious responsibility. This states that in the event that something should go wrong the senior most, takes the blame. In most obvious mishaps, the vicarious responsibility rule holds true, and yet , the field of medicine is not unlike other managerial food chains...
It's a law of nature.. the universal food chain, to survive you must sacrifice someone else. It's all a game of chess.
So, when the blood pressure is high, or the blood sugar falls, the consultant blames the resident, who blames the sister,who blames the intern..who blames the BP app. or glucometer.. or the relieving intern..
Every day in small ways and big, at home and at work. at the parking lot and in the peak traffic jam.. a game of chess goes on. Sometimes it's a simple move, and sometimes it's such a brilliantly devious maneuvre that you are speecless in awe, even as you crumble under the wrath of the game.
As the junior most, one got used to being the pawn who got sacrificed to save the bishop. But, when you see the bishops and knights, your seniors also being sacrificed to save someone mightier, someone higher up in the food chain, it's like watching a losing game of chess. It's only when you are desperate that you are willing to sacrifice all scrupples, and kill the conscience, by justifying it with only one word- survival.
It's moments like this, when I see people fall at the hands of a greater player.. that I say to myself.. we are all the kings men.. and the game must go on..

Comments

The content you've posted here is fantastic because it provides some excellent information that will be quite beneficial to me. Thank you for sharing that. Keep up the good work. Gran Prix Attack

Popular posts from this blog

5 Korean phrases every K drama fan should know

5 Korean phrases every K drama fan should know ./  5 k drama phrases which add drama in a Korean drama. Korean dramas or K-dramas are filled with sweet predictable clich├ęs , scenes that are repeated in almost every other drama, because they never seize to bring on the drama feels. Are you a k drama fan? Have you noticed how some scenes and some phrases get repeated in so many dramas? Here are a few of my favourite Hangul phrases which help heighten the drama in a Kdrama. Orae-man-iyo / Orae- mani- dae This phrase means ; it’s been a long time. The first version Orae mani iyo is the more formal way of saying it.it is one of my favourite phrases, a fabulous drama building phrase, it could be used when two arch enemies meet after a long time , one grew up to be a sleazy lawyer, the other an upstanding prosecutor. Or two high school sweethearts with a heartbreaking breakup meet in their adult life. It is a phrase filled with emotions; be it a veiled threat , a sense of l

Sharing my gifts , my life : Birthday retrospect 2021

  Happy 37 Birthday to me ! And for my readers of my annual birthday retrospect, this will be my 13 th year of writing a birthday blog. Wow, what a commitment. So, what was the one amazing thing I did this year ? I decided, just one fine day – to share . I started by sharing my food. It was the first time that we were not going home for Durga Pujo, we were in 2020 and the world was in Lockdown, I missed Pujo bhog, and I missedthe general excitement and enthusiasm around Durga pujo. I wanted to call a few friends over and serve them a typical Bengali meal, but we could not call people home- we were deep in N95 masks , and social distancing was in place. I decided to pack little meal boxes for my friends, and then decided I wanted to share the food with the everyone, and so decided to do a Bengali Pujo POP-UP . I ordered Gobindobhog rice, and kasundi and we made an elaborate menu with Rosogulla , deemer devil, and a non veg menu and a typical pujo bhog menu with khichuri, labda ,

where have all the toppers gone?

Its result time once more , and the news papers are full of proud toppers and their even more proud parents. Pictures of beaming kids surrounded by their proud parents, aunties uncles and muhalla walas. Each picture comes with its own tale of tireless strife and grim determination. ‘I studied long hours’ ‘I missed out on all the movies’ ‘I didn’t see any IPL matches’ ‘I left home at 4 in the morning for coaching classes’. I went to OPD this morning and while waiting for the first patient, I glanced at the head line ‘Science topper wants to be doctor.’ I smiled. The sisters and working staff inquired why I was smiling, but I just said “nothing.” A few doctor friends asked why I was smiling, and I said ,” the topper wants to be a doctor.” We all smiled, some smirked, some grunted and some out right guffawed. It’s an inside joke. Its been exactly 10 years since I passed my twelvth standard exam, and I wonder what the ‘topper’ will feel after te