He has been ill for the last 2 months and was diagnosed with a rotten gall bladder. Not withstanding the pain and delay of slow-medication, he went on to a premier hospital in the city for a check up, which later turned out to be an emergency situation.
Being a person of crowds, he couldn't adjust to the hospital environment, where he was confined to a small cozy room. He is familiar with living in groups, in a palace like house with numerous relatives scurrying in and out every week and now he is in a secluded room, with visitors limited to one at a time on any given day and time. More than the physical sickness, he was unable to take the Hospital psychosis that kicked in, as he is deprived of people around him.
After less than 2 full days of hospitalization, his mind started wandering relentlessly; tiring him and making him vulnerable to neurological disorders. He succumb to the fear of pain, death and orphaning his people. After consciously battling with Amnesia, Dementia ..he finally gave in for Parkinsons.
Yes, he was well aware of what he is getting into and hence made deliberate attempts not to loose his memory and social behavior. I could see both the shades creeping into him one after the other. If he failed to recognize his people at a stage, he strained his memory to recall the names the very next moment and strangely could spell out their surnames. He recalled bits of his life details and finally gave up.
He lost his words, his thoughts, his actions, and finally his senses. To control his aggravated behavior, physicians have sedated him heavily and they could succeed only after the 3rd injection. He lay still on the bed and his mind was (in a way) force-stopped to think and act. His vitals started depleting and so did our hopes. He was taken into ICU and the life was on the digital boards. We were more than anxious and the entire family came together to face the situation. The beauty of family had then surfaced, to stand for each other and support in every possible way. Every minute mattered and every night was a nightmare as the doctors had called it a Danger-zone with bare minimal chances of survival. He neither responded to medicines nor to the pricks of needle for blood test. He lay still on the bed for 2 days now and then a miracle had to happen.
His youngest son who lives in a distant foreign land arrived and barged into the ICU. He saw his dad lying dormant, living on artificial limbs. He couldn't take it..and shook him in vain, in a hope to respond to his teary eyed plea. After repeated trials, a slight trace of eye ball movement was noticed by his son, which was deep-suspected by everyone. The night passed on and never seemed to end for us, who were simply awake imagining the forthcoming times.
Few youngsters tried to lighten the grim face of the entire family, but nothing could help until the next day morning.
It seems, the patient had shown some stimulus that night and the life boards started beaming the readings with pride. A group of attendants were waiting outside the ICU, in a hope to catch a glimpse of this suddenly recovering phenomenon.
One of this is me, a granddaughter of the Him I've been ranting about. My taatha (Grandfather) is an 83 year old walking encyclopedia, who replaced my Dad a decade ago. Since then, I grew special bonding with this noble man and this write-up is a narrative of the very recent tragic incident that had blown the family.
Flying back to the ICU, we bribed the security guard to let us inside one after the other and my turn too came by. I walked in to see an extremely tired human figure lying on the bed with hands arrested to the bed. He had his eyes partially opened and an oxygen mask against his mouth. When he saw me, his eyes gleamed and the face tried a faint smile. He was trying to convey something vague, but I could connect my dots with "UK, Oxford, Visa". Bang! he recovered his memory and has definitely come back to us. I saw him nearly dying the previous day and now he started being a (little less than) normal, and each one of us were found in a pool of relieved tears that the person is gonna live. At that aha-moment, I did not want anything but my grandfather to breathe normally. Each one of us came out only to find out that tears were certainly rolling down our cheeks and all of us sighed a deep relief!
Grandpa, at the age of 88 still remains the same loving husband with his amnesiac wife, who often forgets to live the life. On a certain day, she forgot where she last placed the kit of her daily medicines. He searched nook and corner of the place and finally succeeded to trace it right under her pillow. He gave her the medicines and comforted her to sleep. Later, he told me that it’s an everyday affair to search for the kit!
A royal owner of a brand new Fiat car, who drives away in his new possession with great pride, is found in different perspective. People always framed him to flaunt his super-ego attitude, but this incident changed my opinion. I chanced to meet him at a movie theater, where he was found helping a physically challenged person. This person had to walk 1/2 kilometer to cross the road, as he could neither step up the foot-over bridge nor jump off the mini-divider in the middle of the road. So, this Fiat owner offered lift in his car and drove him to the other side only to drop him. I later learnt that the challenged person was a complete stranger!
An uncle organized a great get-together for his daughter’s homecoming. She came home after a long trail of marital issues. Let me tell you that the uncle simply recreated her childhood, so that she can turn a new leaf. He co-ordinated with few close friends of hers and got the entire bunch together. He arranged a reunion meet of her classmates, teachers and childhood friends. What a warm welcome!
On the account of some birthday party, one of my friends who is known for his sleazy attitude had suddenly seemed appealing for once. This is purely because of the way he was handling a tiny tot. He seemed such a charmer with children and I was definitely flattered by the way he pampered and played with the kid. I could surely find the mellowed version of this rugged person who he usually is.
Many more wonderful beings exist in and around us and if noticed make us smile :-)
! -- an amateur short story--!
It was 7 am on a Saturday morning, when I rushed to the nearest Raitu bazaar (local vegetable market) to pick up fresh vegetables. In the hustle-bustle of the busy market, I was helping my Aunt select the best brinjals, when I chanced to see someone noticeably outstanding in the crowd.
He was clad in a simple cotton blue striped shirt and a jeans. He seemed to be quite acquainted with the farmers who smiled and served him with admiration. At the corner of his eye, he certainly smiled at me just like how he did at many others. I was certainly bowled by that brilliant and chivalrous upward curve of his lips. It was no ordinary, since he spelt some magic and consequently my eyes just followed his footsteps. He looked pretty average with light brownish complexion, but carried a mysterious charm that intrigued me for the rest of my time at the market. I was only physically standing next to my Aunt, but my heart was busy longing to catch a glimpse of him.
I tried to maneuver my way through the crowd, so that we are always standing at a visible proximity to him. I knew that he is aware of my stare and could sense that he looked away, as if oblivious to my vibrations.
I was slightly dejected at this negligence, but was not disappointed and further my heart demanded a smile from him. I was not ready to give up and hence convinced my Aunt to buy vegetables at those specific stores where he passed by, so that I will be graced of a quick glimpse, for that smile simply haunted me.
In a hurry not to miss him, I lost my track and my eyes displaced him in the sea of consumers. No sooner that my Aunt declared that we were heading home, I started to wish for a last gaze in an attempt to embark the smile for some time. My eyes sifted the crazy crowd in all directions, but luck was not in my favor. He seemed to have left the place, but he infected me with his smile, which I continued to show up on who ever crossed my way.
When I was about to leave the premises of the market, I suddenly sensed a strange familiarity behind me that made me turn back and you know what usually happens :-). Needless to say that, it was him standing near the entrance, smiling at me and only me!!
My heart missed a beat when I first saw you in the much acclaimed DDLJ. I kept on re-watching the movie in a hope to find the lost beat, but could never succeed till date. With your every new movie, my love grew by leaps and bounds and yearned for more of you.
Did you know that I actually wrote about you in my intermediate English essay, claiming you to be the most talented and lovable actor ever? Back then, people named my adoration as infatuation, which I totally agree with, but apparently the attraction lasted so long and will continue to continue.
Hrithik's entry raised few apprehensions about your existence, but I was so confident of your undisputed charm and prevalence that none could replace. Your KKHH, Dil tho pagal hain and Pardes have left all the old and new bunch of actors behind, raising you to the King Khan status.
Your flirting stares and magical sensuous interactions with Kajol in many movies made me dream about my dream man with many similarities. People then called it cliched to like you anymore, but your Dilse once again smashed all the remarks and you took the high pedestal of bollywood.
With time passed by, you faced your share of failures but that did not inhibit your spirit. Your Swades and Chak de reminded audiences of your natural talent as an actor who comes without a Godfather in the Bollywood.
You may not dance as good as your contenders , but does grooving alone makes a movie hit? You simply dispelled the idea of a ideal hero who is muscular and can dance around the trees. You proved that average looks combined with strong roles and performances can spell bind the viewer. Many of my age dislike you, as you seem to cast roles that are younger to your age, how does that matter anyway? I am blind to your flaws and still adore all your roles in nearly all the movies.
This space may not be sufficient to talk about you, but to end it..I've been to your Mannat recently and spent an hour on the beach road waiting to catch your glimpse. I could actually feel a strong invisible connection like million others who pass by your place.
Thanks to my cousin vineetha (who incidentally dreamt that you asked her for a date), who made this possible to wait for you in front of your home while having a tasty elaichi tea.
A never ending battle, a legalized crime, a civil movement for a right to live - racism as they call it, is the discrimination between white and black. Few countries advanced in including a couple of favorable laws for those with darker skin tone. But what about the mind set change? Can they ever achieve it?
In the Indian context, I want to change all those color blinded hearts and minds that usually demean and undermine the dark colored. Generations passed by and I still notice concerned mothers pleading their dark skinned daughters to apply a fairness cream. I would have better understood skin nourishment, but not this fairness mania.
A stigma engulfs when a dark baby enters this world and it worsens if it is a dark female child. What on earth is stopping the child to grow normally as others?
Have they ever considered our geographical-tropical locale of the country that lies next to equator? The ever darkening skies induced by UVB-radiation resulting in the production of melanin. Now, this pigmentation is sent down to generations without the knowledge of the future borns. Whom do I blame?
Fuelling the fire are the super-creative commercials that go on to label the dark as losers. They must be banned ruthlessly in the lieu of Complexion insult or discrimination.
Next, comes the clan of dreaming-big grooms who want nothing less than a super-fair lady. I agree looks matter to a few, but what is it to do with super-fairness shade?
It is unfortunate that many still look at the dark melanin in the foreground, neglecting the bright intellect in the background. I seriously wish to see a change in frame of mind that embraces black as white.
A good friend shared her son's picture and he seemed a bundle of joy, a magician who erases his mom's stress with just one trick - SMILE!
I am in awe of all Working mothers who juggle and make things possible. Multitasking is their second name and they go out of their way to make ends meet. Ends here mean emotional bonding, caretaking, networking and many more different facets of today's emotional needs. What is the secret of such super women?
After a harrowing day, what energizes her - An innocent and unconditional smiling face of her child! That’s the fragrance of motherhood, which never fades and keeps her going seamlessly. A Marriage needs a partner, but Motherhood is totally an independent possession and asset sometimes.
I know of women who care and bring up their children and the family without the support of the Official Bread maker - Man in the family. Demise, Divorce, no matter what the reason is for the absence of the partner, a woman never resigns from her duties for her child. Here are few living inspirations...
A mother of two, separated from a brutally abusive partner after a long battle and is working full-time to feed the family and raise her teenage sons. She suffers from acute spondylitis with ruthless menopause symptoms kicking in, but never have I found her being gloomy. She is an ocean of peace and humor and has made a firm choice to stay put with the circumstances that never seem to favor her. I am talking about the recent convulsion attacks of her eldest son, who apparently won over it and stood at 25th rank in the International English Olympiad. He is a novelist in making and a computer geek at heart. Notwithstanding the raising stress, she reached her next career milestone and now is a budding entrepreneur.
A mother of 1 and a step-mother of 3, with the loving husband passing away in a painful accident. She shouldered the responsibility of four little ones of 4, 8, 10, 12 ages in order. In spite of being a second mother to 3 kids, she never drew a line and has protected the nest with small income. The kids grew up and flew away, abandoning the mother and her child to destiny. She restarted her journey to pull up the last child with same vigor as before and you never find her complaining about life.
A mother of a mentally challenged son, whose husband went into bout of depression for 20 years and could not earn any money for the family. She never gave up fighting for her child and husband. She works restlessly and loves them unconditionally. She spent her entire income in treating these two men in her life and never thought of saving a penny for her future. You talk to her and you will acknowledge a wealth of humility and humanity, as she trains many such mothers who struggle to make a life for their challenged children.
I have quoted 3 different cases of great single mothers, who have been continuously demonstrating the epitome of Motherhood without any expectation from life, while carving a niche for themselves and finding super-bliss in their children. I was speechless after meeting these extraordinary individuals who never let any fear, flaw or foe dampen their spirit. Wake up! they are among us and may be within us :-)
Many asked me about my UK trip and I usually replied “it was good and a new experience”. Well, there is lot of more than that crisp reply.
This happens to be my 1st foreign land experience, which goes on to indicate a lot of perspective revelations. I am sure, this could have been same else where...since, it is my 1st out-of-home experience after growing up in a protected and well-facilitated setup, I can see a different frame of mind.
My 4 month UK trip was worth its idleness, for it gave me abundant time to introspect myself and my relationships! I must admit, life made me stronger. Perhaps, the fearless independence smeared by the foreign land rubbed on the right side of my soul and I am able to realize this change even more, after coming back to India. I am able to communicate in a clearer and patient tone…may be I learned the value of few close kin and kith, whom I otherwise neglected!
My practical revelations in brief…
You....
Survive without a 2 or 4 wheeler in a larger-than-life city
Live out of Suitcases - literally
Eat and party out of 2 (2 containers, 2 plates and 2 coffee mugs)
Cook less, Cook wise!
Excel at cuisines (that you never dared to touch back home)
Befriend your laptop or computer, for it becomes your greatest asset
Update your movie database with the possible new Indian movies (even before their official release)
Plan and then explore (Taking some time to plan your journey is always worth the money)
Research for good deals (Check the offers at numerous stores and sites, and then buy a product at a significant less)
Manage your times and daily chores without a maid (Grown self-reliant, you see!!)
Keep in touch (Friends are precious and everything, be sincere to keep in touch)
Miss your people (You start missing and loving your people back home more than ever)
Thank God and be happy for a 1 week job contract!
Believe in the power of discounts :) - They are worth it
Lot more hidden facts prevail at the top of mind, which are better experienced than said!
Tsunami has swallowed thousands of people and swept away many many villages in Japan. The aftermath will be irrecoverable due to loss of life, severe injuries, homelessness, lack of water, food and proper medical care, the physical destruction of towns and cities and so on. Even if the sea-quake victims struggle to pave their way through the tidal leftovers, the nuclear impact is deadly due to its radioactive contamination.
At first, the earth shook the land, then the water, which blew up with enormous velocity washing away the northern Japan and now affecting the Nuclear plants. I am more concerned about the radioactive discharge that can disable the people around for their lifetime, without giving them a second chance to recoup the tragedy. Japanese are awe-inspiring due to their tireless efforts to rebuild the country after Hiroshima tragedy. Now, it will take few generations again for them to recreate their magic.
At Japan, such a deadly disaster was natural and inevitable by the victims, but how come we can see man-made tsunamis. We live in a place(city: hyderabad), where we usually do not face natural calamities other than water shortage and excess temperature and we still create a ruckus for land separation and mess up our lives.
Yes, I am referring to Telangana issues that are shaking Hyderabad with more rigour than an earthquake. Pragmatically, we do not need an earthquake to tremble our lives as we are quite capable of creating one. When life can be turned beautiful with the availability of resources and amenities, our politicians are busy digging the land in the name of state separation. Do they even realize the impact of such activities?
At one end of spectrum, I find Japan fighting with nature to alleviate anymore damage and at the other end; the pro-telangana activists are forcefully damaging the existing heritage to the core. The Million March was a big disappointment for its unfortunate violence on Tankbund. I am questioning only the common sense and not patriotism of these people. Here, Mother Nature has blessed us with a protective landscape or a safe geographical position and we are hell bent on stirring ripples in still waters. How ironical!
Disclaimer: This blog does not intend to promote BBC and is aimed at Doordarshan(DD) fans of India!
Once upon a time, DD was the only retreat in our lives, before any of the much raved DTH entered our homes. I so vividly remember the glorious DD programs that were few in number, but were quite good and the choice of programs aired was also very healthy and informative. In contrast to the contemporary emotionally draining soaps or faking reality shows, the then programs were worth a re-watch.
Coming back to my metaphoric title, I am actually watching the Doordarshan of UK i.e. BBC. Thanks to my landlady who blessed us with a licensed Toshiba color TV and by licensed, I meant it is antennae-ted and can pick up few free BBC channels. I am sure you are aware that BBC is not confined to news and telecasts few wonderfully informative and gripping programs. Since these are redeemed free, we can watch up to 5 or 6 channels.
I usually turn on the TV in the evenings for a couple of hours and it is a learning time every day. Few programs that intrigued me are Mary Portas-secret shopper, Documentaries (Big fat gypsy weddings, Bear Family and me, Beauty and Beast), Star gazing live, Will crash diet kill me, Rome was not built in a day. Sheffield diaries and so on. All these programs are well crafted and we can clearly identify the research and hard work gone behind to present a piece of information in an innovative way.
For a matter of fact, they cover a variety of subjects, not limiting to beauty or sports or health letting the viewers transcend the horizons of traditional needs and interests. Moreover, most of them are real reality-shows and truly entertain the dormant souls, sometimes leaving you mesmerized with beautiful facts and life stories. Every channel airs a quick (10-minute) news update once in every 2-3 hours keeping us updated and not over killing us with god forsaken reports.
Talking about the kids programs (CBBC), they are authentically kids oriented and one will be amazed at how information can be instilled depending upon the IQ levels. For example, a history related show known as Horrible Histories, which aims to teach children about the atrocities and mayhem of Kings across the globe, is presented in a humorous fashion ensuring only to teach and not send any hard emotions. I appreciate the learning and content teams behind such programs that carefully mold the masterpieces without breaking hearts.
Regardless of the program, the script used to narrate is very simple to decipher without confusing the viewer. Another vital aspect is the prelude of a show before its start, letting us decide if we would want to watch the forthcoming program or not. Also, considers the parental control so as to prevent kids from watching strong content if any.
In the weekends, one or two channels dedicate at airing famous Hollywood movies and I truly look forward to them. This was so similar to my childhood, when I used wait for the regional movie on DD on Sundays.
Now, this was only a vague overview of the daily dose of TV from BBC and can comprise many more valuable programs.
Please bear in mind that the programs mentioned above are viewed for free just like our DD and continue to be seen the way they are. Routing this TV interest to India, where is our national broadcaster gone these days? Unsure of the reasons behind DD's lost charm, I wonder if we have neglected our own channel and are burning pockets for dish TV!
This is not a platform to debate on why DD has gone down, but I am only asking is there a way that DD can shine and hail again? After all, most of the rural India still relies on this long forgotten channel for its quota of entertainment. So, I question the readers of this post to present their views on how we can bring back our national infotainment beacon?
I am certain, under creative and enthusiastic management DD can bounce back with more of Nukkad, Surabhi, Lifeline, Junglebook, Shriman shrimati, Malgudi days, Tippu Sultan, Chitrahaar, Spirit of Unity , Shanthi etc., that were classic and versatile and once made a positive difference in our lives!
Before we delve into why I need Sun, let me introduce the only country with an adjective before its name. Yes, am talking about the Great Britain and I am based out of London. Life here can be described as cold, colder and coldest, where cold is considered as warm with a partial sunny day. During cold days, Mr.Sun unveils himself for brief intervals gracing few cold sun rays on us. Because the rays are cold by nature, its just a disguise in the name of proclaimed "Sunny day"!
If I have to step out of the house, I am to be covered (read: buried) under 4 to 5 layers of fleece clothing, only to feel cold again. I sometimes dare the chills by not wearing my gloves only to find later that my palms have numbed for the next few minutes.
The temperature varies between 0 to 2 degrees, with occasional blessing in disguise of 4 and often plummeting to sub-zero!
As the saying goes, "Sun never sets in Britain"..man, its never even seen to decide if it is dawn or dusk. Around 9 am, one gets to experience the mildly bright sun light to certify it as Morning and even before we take the course of life for the rest of the day, it sets to dark at a gross afternoon of 3 to 4 -ish!
An optimistic activity that is widely acclaimed in cold countries is “Making a snow-man”! Now, what else can you do on a snowy day where flakes are showering profusely not letting you walk out on the icy - slippery roads? This Government has apparently gone poor at salt supplies to clear the sleets. Initially, it excited me to watch the snow fall with a cup of masala chai, but bored me to death to watch the white painted city, as it forbids us going anywhere and further disables the public transport too. Yes, it leaves us with a fantastic opportunity to click some amazing picturesque photographs of the snow-capped streets and trees.
Blame it on London's geographic position or the early arctic winds from i-don-remember ocean, the climate is just sick and is known to cause SAD(Seasonal Affective Disorder) with the winter blues kicking in rapidly. Being an Indian, I adore the balance of climate and temperature back home, excluding the water hazards of floods.
Yet, another complication we are blessed with is the absence of the sunshine vitamin. Yes, the skin is deprived of Vitamin D and loses its supple life. Many medical and cosmetic substitutes are piled up in the superstores to draw as many customers, making it a big business thing.
So, what do I do when its cold? I usually spend my time near the heaters installed in every room. You can imagine the amount of electricity consumption, given more than 7,556,900 people.
The locals just do not care of the winds and we can often notice them in shrimpy outfits. I am mostly amazed at how do they withstand such cold situations, when am freezing in spite of layered clothing? Another clan that usually dares cold is kids. Children below 5 years are dressed minimal and often commuted in perambulators. These kids bask in the glory of winters and don’t feel a tad cold. Can you beat that?
Probably, the Sun himself must be shivering by the dropped temperatures and hence is unable to wake up from bed?
To conclude, in spite of my winter woes, I would still say London is brilliant in lot more ways and climate is just a speck. People are fighting against the blues to make it a great place to live!
