How I was bornA Poem by Abdul AzizOf an unassuming neuron Who decided to play with A few sodium channels. And when she started pulsating And oscillatiing with the Ionic imbalance scintillating through her, She decided to hire a babysitting neuron To take care of me as I played. As I wreaked havoc On some unsuspecting ions That strayed nearby, I became too much for her to handle. And then she started the cycle Of pushing me away. No baby sitter could handle my current, And as they passed me around in a circle, I was curiously named by my mother as 'Thought cycle' When she thought I had grown big enough, She sent me off to the Papez School of emotions. It is a big circular palace, With many large halls. There, I got my first proper training At the hippocampus, And, on graduating with flying colors, Was gifted a few Cool accessories Which they described as "Long term memories". I was then on my way to the thalamus, Where I learned how to be fast, And disappear when disturbed. They made me run to the Singularly named 'cingulate' hall For advanced classes on emotion. And when I finally finished my Emotional education, I was rechristened 'Thought'. They apparently didn't like the 'cycle'. I was then guided to the two friends Wernicke and Broca, Who were famed for always arguing That the other was more important. They were long term colleagues With offices on the opposite sides Of the same cerebral hemisphere. I first went to Meet the cheery old Mr.Broca, who was never short On banter. He gave me A few
high quality fabrics for tailoring And some
cool looking sunglasses, And sent
me along the Arcuate
highway To meet
Mr.Wernicke, Who
stitched a perfect suit, And,
wanting a piece of the action, Suggested
I call myself 'Words'; He then
sent me back To
Mr.Broca With a
tie, Who then proceeded To give
me a few words of solid advice, And
dusted the grime Off my
shoulders, And,
renaming me one final time, Sent me
out via the white mater, To the peripheral nerves, Who
obeyed him
And stimulated
many muscles To the
outside world. What, you ask, did he name me? 'Poem'. © 2010 Abdul AzizAuthor's Note
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Added on June 26, 2010Last Updated on June 27, 2010 AuthorAbdul AzizChennai, Tamil Nadu, IndiaAboutHello there. I'm a medical doctor by profession, in search of a better career. Right now, my only pastime seems to be navigating around the vicissitudes of life. I'm passionate about computers and p.. more..Writing
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