Wednesday, August 26, 2026

How Does Astrology Work ?


 

How Does Astrology Work?

Perhaps the answer lies less in the stars and more within us

My wife believes strongly in astrology.

I don’t.

I regard astrology, at least in its claims to predict personality, events and destiny from planetary positions, as a pseudoscience. There is no convincing, reproducible scientific evidence that the position of Saturn or Jupiter at the moment of my birth determines my personality or what will happen to me decades later.

And yet, I find astrology fascinating.

Not because I believe it predicts my future, but because so many perfectly intelligent, rational people find their astrological readings astonishingly accurate.

So rather than simply dismissing astrology, I find myself asking a much more interesting question:

How does astrology work?

Perhaps not astronomically.

But psychologically.


Are horoscopes describing

me

— or simply describing a human being?

Human beings are extraordinarily unique.

And extraordinarily similar.

We all experience love and loss, confidence and insecurity, success and failure, courage and fear, ambition and disappointment. We want independence, yet crave companionship. We can be rational one moment and intensely emotional the next.

Even apparently contradictory traits coexist comfortably within the same person.

I may be cautious about money and adventurous on a motorcycle. Someone may be formidable professionally but deeply vulnerable in an intimate relationship. An introvert among strangers may become the loudest person in a room full of close friends.

Now consider an astrological statement:

“You value your independence, but close relationships are extremely important to you.”

Most of us would recognise ourselves.

Or:

“You are generally confident, although at times you question your own decisions.”

Again — who doesn’t?

These statements aren’t necessarily wrong.

They may simply be too universally right.


The Barnum/Forer effect

Psychology has a name for this phenomenon: the Barnum effect, also called the Forer effect.

Psychologist Bertram Forer famously gave his students what they believed were individually prepared personality assessments based on a test they had taken.

In reality, they all received essentially the same description.

Yet the students rated these supposedly personalised assessments as remarkably accurate.

Why?

Because broad, plausible statements can apply to enormous numbers of people while still sounding deeply personal.

Astrology is particularly well equipped for this.

A birth chart offers planets, signs, houses, aspects, conjunctions, nakshatras, dashas and interactions among them. One feature can signify caution while another signifies adventure. One suggests emotional sensitivity while another suggests inner strength.

The resulting description can therefore say:

“You are emotionally sensitive, although you possess considerable inner strength.”

It sounds wonderfully perceptive.

And probably describes several billion human beings.


We participate in making predictions accurate

There is another fascinating process at work.

When someone gives us an apparently personalised statement, we search our own life for evidence that validates it.

An astrologer says:

“Your early forties were a period of significant transition or difficulty.”

Immediately, I search my autobiography.

Did I change jobs?

Did somebody fall ill?

Did I have financial problems?

Did a relationship change?

Did I move home?

Was I dissatisfied professionally?

Given a sufficiently broad period and sufficiently broad prediction, I will probably find something.

The astrologer supplied the statement.

I supplied the evidence.

Then confirmation bias and selective memory take over.

If ten predictions are made and three turn out to be uncannily accurate, those three become the story we tell our friends.

“You won’t believe what my astrologer told me!”

The seven misses quietly disappear.

We tend to see ourselves in what fits — and ignore the rest.


Human lives themselves follow patterns

There is another reason astrology can sound remarkably insightful.

Human lives aren’t random collections of unrelated events. They follow broad biological, social and psychological patterns.

Childhood dependence is followed by increasing independence. Education gives way to work. Relationships form. Families develop. Careers rise, stagnate or change direction. Parents age. Children become independent. Bodies change. Priorities evolve. Eventually achievement begins competing with questions of meaning and legacy.

At different stages of life, therefore, certain experiences are simply more probable.

Tell somebody in their twenties that important career and relationship decisions lie ahead and your odds are pretty good.

Tell someone in their forties that responsibilities and priorities are changing and you are unlikely to be completely wrong.

Tell someone entering later life that meaning, mentoring, legacy and mortality may become increasingly important, and you have probably made an intelligent observation.

It may have nothing to do with Jupiter.

It may simply mean you understand human life.


We don’t particularly like randomness

Perhaps astrology also satisfies something deeper.

Human beings seem uncomfortable with the idea that important things can happen for no reason at all.

When something goes wrong, an explanation is comforting.

“Saturn is going through a difficult house” may sometimes be psychologically easier to accept than:

“I made a bad decision.”

And perhaps easier still than:

“Nobody did anything wrong. Something bad simply happened.”

Astrology converts randomness into narrative.

The problem has a cause.

The difficult period has a beginning.

And, importantly, it will have an end.

There is tremendous psychological comfort in being told:

“This too shall pass.”


We are rather selective about causes

There is an amusing asymmetry in how human beings explain events.

When something goes wrong in our own lives, we readily recognise circumstances — bad luck, inadequate opportunity, difficult people, poor timing or perhaps an unfavourable planetary period.

When somebody else succeeds, we can quickly notice their advantages — wealthy parents, connections, education, opportunity or plain luck.

But when we succeed?

Our hard work, perseverance and ability suddenly become much easier to recognise!

Psychology describes related tendencies through concepts such as self-serving bias and attribution bias.

Astrology can provide yet another sophisticated vocabulary for these very human tendencies.


Could astrology have functioned as ancient psychotherapy?

This possibility fascinates me.

I offer it not as established history, but as a hypothesis.

Imagine visiting an accomplished astrologer hundreds or thousands of years ago.

Why would you go?

Probably because something was troubling you.

Your marriage was difficult.

Your business was failing.

Your child was unwell.

You were frightened.

You faced a decision.

You didn’t know what the future held.

The astrologer listened.

Asked questions.

Studied your chart.

Placed your difficulties within a larger narrative.

Then perhaps said:

“This is a difficult period, but it will pass.”

“You possess the strength to overcome it.”

“Don’t make an impulsive decision now.”

“Be patient.”

“Things should improve.”

What happened in that room?

Perhaps nothing astronomical whatsoever.

But something psychologically important may have happened.

Someone listened.

Chaos acquired structure.

Fear acquired an explanation.

Helplessness acquired direction.

And uncertainty acquired hope.

In modern language, elements of that interaction resemble supportive counselling, reframing, reassurance and motivational conversation.

Perhaps some accomplished astrologers were, consciously or unconsciously, excellent psychologists.


And then come the remedies

Indian astrology adds another fascinating dimension.

An astrologer may not merely identify a difficult planetary period. He or she may prescribe a remedy:

Perform a ritual.

Recite a prayer or mantra.

Visit a temple.

Observe a fast.

Feed animals.

Donate food.

Give money to the poor.

Help somebody in need.

From a scientific perspective, there is no established reason why feeding a hungry person should change Saturn’s position in the sky.

But psychologically and socially, quite a lot may change.

The distressed person is no longer merely waiting helplessly for fate to unfold.

They are doing something.

Ritual creates structure.

Prayer may create calm and reflection.

Repetition can focus attention.

Charity redirects attention from one’s own suffering toward somebody else’s.

Helping another human being can create meaning, connection and a sense of usefulness.

And perhaps most importantly, a prescribed action restores something that anxiety and misfortune frequently take away:

a sense of agency.

The planets haven’t moved.

But the person has.

That may itself have therapeutic value.


Predictions can even help create their own future

Suppose an astrologer tells somebody:

“The coming year is favourable for professional growth. Take opportunities when they appear.”

The person becomes more confident.

Applies for a job they might otherwise have avoided.

Speaks more assertively.

Takes a calculated risk.

Gets promoted.

A year later:

“The astrologer predicted it exactly!”

But what caused the outcome?

The planets?

Or did the prediction alter behaviour?

This is the territory of the self-fulfilling prophecy.

Unfortunately, the reverse can happen too.

Tell someone repeatedly that this is a dangerous period, that relationships are threatened or business will suffer, and anxiety itself may alter behaviour and decisions in ways that increase the likelihood of problems.

Words can influence futures even when they cannot predict them.

That places considerable responsibility on anyone who claims to foresee another person’s life.


Then what really determines who we become?

My own model is much simpler.

I think our lives emerge from the interaction of four broad forces.

1. Genetics — the tools we receive

We arrive with biological equipment we never chose.

Genes influence our appearance, temperament, abilities, vulnerabilities, disease risks and countless other tendencies.

Genes don’t completely determine our destiny.

But they certainly influence our starting point.

2. Environment — where we are placed

Nobody chooses where they are born.

Country.

Family.

Language.

Culture.

Wealth or poverty.

Peace or war.

Parents.

Nutrition.

Education.

Social expectations.

A person with identical genetic potential placed in two radically different environments may live two radically different lives.

Our environment doesn’t necessarily determine our destination.

But it certainly determines much of the terrain from which we begin.

3. Experience and chance — what happens along the way

Then life starts throwing dice.

A teacher notices us.

We meet somebody.

A parent dies.

An accident happens.

A job application succeeds.

An opportunity unexpectedly appears.

A book changes our thinking.

We happen to be standing in exactly the right place at the right time — or the wrong one.

Some of the most consequential events in our lives were never planned.

They simply happened.

And afterwards, because human beings are storytelling creatures, we weave them into a coherent narrative and call it our life.

4. Volition — what we do with what we have

This, to me, is the most interesting variable.

We cannot choose our genes.

We have little control over our early environment.

We certainly cannot control chance.

But somewhere along the journey we develop varying degrees of volition — the capacity to act upon what we have been given.

We can learn.

We can unlearn.

We can leave an environment.

We can develop a skill.

We can recognise a weakness and compensate for it.

We can change careers.

Change habits.

Change relationships.

And sometimes even change how we respond emotionally to circumstances that once controlled us.

Our freedom is never absolute.

But neither are we merely passengers.

Perhaps one of the great journeys of life is the gradual expansion of that small territory over which we genuinely possess agency.


So is astrology useless?

I don’t think so.

Something need not be scientifically predictive to possess cultural, psychological or social value.

For thousands of years, humans have looked upward while trying to understand what happens down here.

Astrology may be one of humanity’s oldest systems of pattern recognition, storytelling and meaning-making — an elaborate language through which people explored personality, relationships, uncertainty, suffering, fate and hope.

Perhaps at various times it also served functions now partly occupied by counsellors, psychologists, mentors and coaches.

That is enormously interesting.

But recognising astrology’s possible psychological value does not require accepting its astronomical claims.

Pattern is not causation.

And comfort is not evidence.


Perhaps astrology is best used as a mirror

A horoscope may sometimes function rather like a mirror.

A mirror doesn’t tell us who we are.

It simply gives us something to look at.

An astrological interpretation can prompt useful questions:

Am I actually like this?

Why did this statement resonate with me?

Why did another irritate me?

What do I value?

What frightens me?

What patterns keep recurring in my relationships?

What could I change?

Those are excellent questions even if Mars had absolutely nothing to do with them.

The danger begins when reflection becomes surrender.

“My horoscope says I cannot do this.”

“Our charts don’t match, therefore our relationship cannot work.”

“My planetary period is bad, therefore failure is inevitable.”

At that point, a possible instrument of reflection has become an excuse for surrendering judgement and agency.

And that, to me, gives astrology far more power than it deserves.


Here are your tools. Now do what you can.

My own philosophy of life is somewhat different.

I sometimes imagine that God — or the Creator, Nature, the Universe, whatever name one prefers — hands each of us a box of tools.

The boxes aren’t equal.

Some receive extraordinary tools.

Some receive damaged ones.

Some receive very few.

Then we are dropped somewhere on Earth into circumstances we didn’t select.

Rich or poor.

Peace or conflict.

Opportunity or deprivation.

Health or disease.

Along the way, chance keeps changing the landscape.

And perhaps the Creator then simply says:

“Here are your tools.Here is your situation.Now do what you can.”

That idea appeals to me much more than destiny permanently written in the sky.

We don’t choose the hand we are dealt.

We don’t control every card that arrives afterwards.

But we retain some say in how we play the hand.

So I will continue to enjoy astrology.

I’ll discuss it.

I’ll read my horoscope.

I’ll marvel when something sounds uncannily accurate.

I’ll probably argue about it with my wife.

And I’ll remain fascinated by the remarkable psychological machinery through which it seems to work.

But when it comes to deciding how my life unfolds, I would rather accept the uncertainty, use whatever tools I have, learn a few more along the way — and take responsibility for whatever part of the journey is actually mine to influence.

Perhaps the stars can provide an interesting story.

But I would rather not hand them the pen.

Friday, August 7, 2026

Are you curious ?

For many years I believed that learning followed a simple path: read a book, attend a class, or listen to a teacher.

Over time I realised that real learning is very different.

It follows a journey.

Curiosity → Reading → Observation → Visualisation → Experimentation → Action → Teaching

Everything begins with curiosity. Without the desire to know why or how, learning becomes memorisation.

Reading provides knowledge. Observation reveals how that knowledge is applied in the real world.

Then comes a step that is often overlooked—visualisation.

Before trying something, play it through in your mind. Understand every step. Anticipate what could go right, what could go wrong, and why.

Only then comes experimentation. Start small. Make mistakes safely. Refine your understanding.

Finally comes action.

Interestingly, I have found this same principle applicable whether learning a musical instrument, photography, driving, repairing a machine, mastering technology, or even performing surgery. The subject changes, but the process remains remarkably similar.

There is, however, one final stage that completes the circle.

Teaching.

When you can explain a concept so clearly that someone else understands it, your own understanding becomes deeper. Teaching doesn’t merely transfer knowledge—it consolidates it.

In today’s world, information is abundant. What distinguishes a lifelong learner is no longer access to knowledge, but the ability to transform information into understanding, understanding into skill, and skill into wisdom.

Stay curious.

Because every great journey of learning begins with a simple question:

“How does this work?”


Friday, July 24, 2026

The Dyslexic Boy Who Loved Books

 There are some paradoxes in life that are difficult to explain.

One of them is this:

I was born with dyslexia. Yet I have loved books for as long as I can remember.

People often assume that if a child struggles to read, he must dislike books. My life has been exactly the opposite.

Reading was difficult.

Books were irresistible.

“The Delhi Public Library… where my lifelong friendship with books began.”



When I was around ten years old, one of my favourite places in the world was the Delhi Public Library. Every week I would borrow books and bring them home with great excitement. Among my favourites were the abridged and simplified versions of the Ramayana and the Mahabharata. I may not have realised it then, but those stories quietly shaped my imagination. They taught me about courage, friendship, sacrifice, duty and the eternal conflict between right and wrong.

What people around me saw was a child who read slowly.

What they did not see was a child who was deeply curious.

For someone with dyslexia, reading is not simply slower. It can feel as though the letters have declared war on you. They move, change places, refuse to stay still, and often make you wonder whether they are your friends or your enemies.

Many years ago, I tried to capture that feeling in a Hindi song. One line still remains very close to my heart:

“मैं इन्हें पढ़ना ही तो चाहता हूँ,तो इतना क्यों अकड़ते हैं?”

That, perhaps, is the essence of dyslexia.

It is not that we don’t want to read.

We desperately do.

The letters simply don’t cooperate.

School was not easy. Reading took longer than it did for others. Writing was laborious. Examinations were frustrating. Like many dyslexic children, I often wondered why something that seemed effortless for everyone else demanded so much effort from me.

Yet, somewhere deep inside, my love for learning never diminished.

Years later, life took an unexpected turn. After Class XII, during a difficult phase of my life, I joined B.A. English (Honours). One of the very first books I encountered was Homer’s Odyssey. Being dyslexic, it took me several months to finish it. But what a journey it was! That one book opened the doors to Greek mythology and eventually led me to read the Iliad. Even today, whenever a film or documentary based on these great epics is released, I find myself drawn back to that magical world.

Looking back, I realise something important.

Perhaps dyslexia did not make me read fewer books.

It made me read them differently.

I never rushed through a book. I lived with it. I paused. I imagined. I reflected. Every page demanded effort, and perhaps because of that, every page stayed with me a little longer.

Life eventually took me back to medicine. I became an ophthalmologist, a surgeon, a teacher and later a hospital administrator. But my relationship with books never ended. In fact, one of the initiatives closest to my heart has been creating small libraries in our hospital waiting areas, hoping that patients might discover the same joy of reading that once sustained a little boy borrowing books from a public library.

Ironically, today I write articles, poems, songs and blogs.

If someone had told that frightened child who struggled with letters that one day he would enjoy writing, he would probably have laughed.

Or perhaps he wouldn’t have believed them.

Technology has also changed my life. Artificial intelligence has become an extraordinary companion. It hasn’t cured my dyslexia, but it has removed many of the barriers that writing once created. The ideas were always there; expressing them has simply become easier. For me, AI has not replaced creativity—it has liberated it.

If there is one message I would like parents and teachers to take away, it is this:

Please don’t measure a child’s intelligence by the speed at which he reads.

Don’t assume that struggling with words means a lack of curiosity.

Some children fight every sentence they read, yet dream entire worlds in their minds.

Encourage them.

Give them books.

Read with them.

Believe in them.

One day, they may surprise you.

As I look back, I often smile at the little boy who believed that the letters were fighting him.

Perhaps they were.

But life has a wonderful sense of humour.

The very letters that once refused to obey have now become my closest companions.

And maybe that little boy was right when he wrote:

A Song I Wrote Many Years Ago

A few years ago, I wrote this song for a documentary on dyslexia that, unfortunately, was never made. Looking back, I realise that I wasn’t really writing about dyslexia. I was writing about my own childhood.

If this song helps even one child feel understood, or one parent or teacher see dyslexia through a child’s eyes, it will have served its purpose.

"Dyslexiगीत

अक्षर क्यूँ बिगड़ते हैं
क्यूँ मुझसे ये लड़ते हैं
इन्हें पढ़ना ही तो चाहता हूँ
तो इतना क्यूँ अकड़ते हैं 

मोटी मोटी किताबों में
इनकी सेनाएँ बसती हैं
छंद निबंध व्याकरण लिए
मुझ पर आक्रमण करती हैं
युद्ध में इनसे हारूँ तो
अध्यापक क्यूँ बिगड़ते हैं
क्यूँ मुझसे ये लड़ते हैं

छोटी इ हो बड़ी ई हो
आधे पूरे अक्षर हों
भेदभाव मैं करता नहीं
बिन्दू चाँद हलंत मात्रा
क्यूँ इनका स्वर बदलते हैं
क्यूँ कनफ्यूशण करते हैं
क्यूँ मुझसे ये लड़ते हैं

विज्ञान का ज्ञान मुझे है
गणित का गुणबोध मुझे है
गीत संगीत नट नृत्य सभी
मुझसे दोस्ती करते हैं
लेकिन ये दुष्ट अक्षर सब
मेरा जीना दूभर करते हैं
क्यूँ मुझसे ये लड़ते हैं

बड़ा होकर फिर आऊँगा
और अपनी क़लम घुमाऊँगा
कहानी कविता गीत वाक्य
में सरपट तुम्हें नचाऊँगा
अभी तो बच्चा समझ ये
सब मेरे सर पे चड़ते हैं
क्यूँ मुझसे ये लड़ते हैं

अक्षर क्यूँ बिगड़ते हैं
क्यूँ मुँझसे ये लड़ते हैं
इन्हें पड़ना ही तो चाहता हूँ
तो इतना क्यूँ अकड़ते हैं 

क्यूँ मुँझसे ये लड़ते हैं
क्यूँ मुँझसे ये लड़ते हैं"


“बड़ा होकर फिर आऊँगा,और अपनी कलम घुमाऊँगा…”

He did.

And he never stopped loving books.

Thursday, July 16, 2026

Physician Burnout: A little madness to keep you sane !


 

Physician, Heal Thyself

Last Sunday, I attended a clinical meeting where there was an interesting debate:

“Is physician burnout an individual problem or a systemic problem?”

Both sides presented compelling arguments. The healthcare system has undoubtedly become more demanding. Long working hours, administrative burden, increasing corporatization, pressure of numbers, financial targets, patient expectations, medico-legal concerns… all of these contribute.

Yet, as I drove back home, I couldn’t stop thinking about another aspect of burnout—one that perhaps receives far less attention.

Maybe the seeds of physician burnout are sown much earlier.

From our childhood, most doctors are conditioned to excel. We are taught to chase marks, ranks, distinctions and medals. We learn to compete, outperform and constantly strive to be better than everyone else.

Years later, the numbers simply change.

Marks become degrees.

Degrees become surgeries.

Surgeries become patient volumes.

Patient volumes become revenue.

But the race never really ends.

Somewhere during this journey, medicine slowly stops being what we do and starts becoming who we are.

And that, I believe, is where the real danger begins.

When we expect medicine to provide us with our identity, our purpose, our recognition, our happiness, our emotional fulfilment and our self-worth, we unknowingly place an impossible burden on one profession.

No profession can carry that weight forever.

Burnout rarely arrives dramatically.

It begins with a whisper.

A quiet feeling that says:

“I’m doing everything I always wanted to do… I have achieved what I had dreamt of… then why am I still not happy?”

That whisper is probably the earliest warning sign.

If we wait until exhaustion becomes breakdown, prevention has already become treatment.

So what can we do?

For me, the answer lies in prevention—not after burnout, but long before it.

1. Redefine your identity.

Be a doctor.

But don’t be only a doctor.

Be a spouse.

A parent.

A friend.

A traveller.

A reader.

A musician.

A biker.

A photographer.

A writer.

Whatever keeps another part of you alive.

The more dimensions your identity has, the less likely one setback can consume your entire existence.

2. Learn the meaning of “enough.”

This may be the hardest lesson.

There comes a point where increasing wealth, status and achievements add very little to our happiness.

Beyond that point, the pursuit itself often starts taking away the very happiness we are trying to create.

Perhaps we need the courage to consciously let go of 10–20% of the endless chase.

Ironically, that small sacrifice may make the remaining 80–90% far more meaningful, productive and enjoyable.

3. Remember that medicine is only the fuel.

I often think of life as an engine.

Medicine is the fuel.

It gives us direction and purpose.

But no engine can run on fuel alone.

It also needs lubrication and cooling.

Without them, friction increases.

Heat builds up.

Eventually the engine fails.

Our hobbies, passions, relationships, rest, laughter and moments of joy are the lubricant and coolant of life.

They are not luxuries.

They are maintenance.

4. Steal time for your passions.

People often say,

“I don’t have time.”

Perhaps we never will.

Maybe we have to steal it.

There may even be a sense of guilt while doing so.

But that time isn’t stolen from medicine.

It is invested in becoming a happier, healthier human being—and therefore, a better doctor.

Profession keeps us sane.

Passion allows us to become delightfully insane.

And I think we need both.

Without a little childlike madness, adulthood becomes unbearably heavy.

5. Respect your body.

Our body is the instrument through which we serve humanity.

We maintain our medical equipment meticulously.

We upgrade technology regularly.

Yet we often neglect the one instrument that matters the most.

Exercise.

Sleep.

Nutrition.

Relaxation.

Meditation.

Recovery.

These are not signs of laziness.

They are professional responsibilities.

If we don’t invest time in our health today, we may be forced to spend far more time as patients tomorrow.

6. Invest in people and places.

Family.

Friends.

Meaningful conversations.

Shared laughter.

Travel.

Mountains.

Forests.

The sea.

Sunrise.

Sunset.

A walk under the trees.

Nature has a remarkable ability to reset the human mind.

Perhaps because that is where we were always meant to belong.

Even within our homes, I believe each one of us should have a small corner that belongs only to us—a quiet space where, even for five minutes, we can simply breathe, reflect and reconnect with ourselves.

7. Live by a philosophy, not merely by targets.

Targets have finish lines.

Philosophy does not.

Targets tell us where we are going.

Philosophy reminds us why we began.

Without a philosophy, life quietly becomes a rat race.

And one day we may discover that although we reached the podium, we somehow lost life itself.

For me, medicine has been one of life’s greatest blessings.

But so have writing, travelling, trekking, motorcycling, music, photography and lifelong learning.

None of these have made me a lesser doctor.

If anything, they have made me a more complete human being.

And I have increasingly come to believe that better human beings almost always become better doctors.

Perhaps the ancient words have never been more relevant than they are today:

“Physician, heal thyself.”

Not because doctors are special.

But because doctors are human.