Updated On: 26 June, 2022 12:59 PM IST | Mumbai | Prashanti Patel
Inspired by Sunday Mid-day column Doctor In the House, researcher Prashanti Patel shadows Dr Mazda Turel in the OT for a day

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Ever since man became conscious of himself and the environment, he has turned increasingly wondrous (and a little fearful) of the prowess of the mass of seething electric activity that sits in his skull and directs his body. How an entire human community laid stronghold upon Earth simply through the transformative powers of higher cognitive centers. In contrast, how the other reptilian set of connections still persists and unfailingly elicits comic hysterics upon encountering a bemused cockroach. How the demons of Hiroshima and the Holocaust arose from a disastrous paucity of connections that engender empathy while the flood of oxytocin explains in part the propensity of the working professional towards watching silly cat videos during Zoom meets. The human brain continues to be an object of wonderment for it’s own self, as harbinger of both genius and stupidity.
I was recently given the implausible opportunity to have a dekho at this “thinker of thoughts” up close and personal and was predictably knocked out of mental breath. As an introductory aside, I am an aspiring fledgling scientist working with the calm, stoic plant kingdom, but nursing an oddball fascination for blood and gore and a particular appetite for neurosurgery. I have long yearned to be admitted into the ranks of the neurosurgeon. However wooed by diverse interests and woefully dissatisfied with any one, ensured that I finally careened my career off the railroads of medicine into the metro of applied research. Nevertheless, I continued to harbor this yearning in secret just as the typical soap opera vamp nurtures a cobra in her bosom.