High time we loved our own bodies. From a different angle.

Animation of the structure of a section of DNA...I thought I wasn’t someone given to numbers. What always interested me was how we interpreted these numbers, statistics. After all, aren’t facts a matter of interpretation? Do they even exist unless we put meaning into them?

But I got deeply influenced by numbers and size, both big and small, ever since I started digging into Bill Bryson’s writings. I do not know how other readers read him. But with me, each fact told through a number/size was a revelation of its own kind. It often felt as if the truckloads of information Bill dug out through mind-numbing research made my mind hurtle towards one deeper realisation: we humans know so little about our own bodies! Well, almost nothing.

This post will fall miserably short if I get down to describing what I exactly mean by that. I would rather take you through a few of them that prompted this post. Continue reading

‘The Emperor of All Maladies’: Astonishingly Beautiful!

Siddhartha Mukherjee

Reading Siddhartha Mukherjee’s Pulitzer-winning The Emperor of All Maladies – A Biography  on Cancer is like observing a massive river overflowing, but one that is kind enough to leave its embankments unharmed.

That’s because despite the richness of its content, most often purely scientific at its core, the book is anything but esoteric. Any other writer would have turned it into a drab non-fiction on cancer—one that is inured to death, not life. Continue reading