Yes , it was  25th Nov 2007 was special day! a gr8 excitement from morning, since one of friend from social network (orkut) Mahesh had invited few of our net group active members for his Marriage. As he stays in US, he never met us before , but was ...
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real Virtual has becomes virtual Real

Yes , it was  25th Nov 2007 was special day! a gr8 excitement from morning, since one of friend from social network (orkut) Mahesh had invited few of our net group active members for his Marriage.

As he stays in US, he never met us before , but was knowing each one of us so well virtually (from our profiles and pics and activities) he invited us for his Marriage via messages,  scraps and e mail invitations! and we knew him also  virtually as a group member.

When I just entered marriage hall,  he was busy in marriage rituals , but  when he had my eye contact he just smiled and waved his hand which I receprocated , that was the first time we saw each other in Real World and also could recognise!

Though we were  of same community I could see some common relatives in the Marriage  hall , so I was bit comfertable in the crowd .  Later other friends ,from social network  , staying in Mumbai,   Nagesh , Abhi, Sameer and Ashwin joined , they  also met  Mahesh for the first time  ,

We had snacks together with host Mahesh! no need for intro as we virtually knew each other well , just a shake hand and time went as if we were Real friends for long and as the main ceremony started , Mahesh was busy in marriage rituals , We had a group photo session with the Married couple and also had a nice lunch session.

This is how real Virtual  has becomes virtual  Real

   


My World…

She looked around. There was no one. She took a long breath, got out of her bed and proceeded to the washroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror this morning, a weary, hapless face stared back at her. The color had vanished, giving way to a pale complexion. Her hair was ruffled and eyes seemed to demand more sleep. Not because they were tired, but because they wanted to see what they wanted to, not the reality. As she splashed her face with cold water numerous thoughts ran through her mind. What now? How? Where to start from? Should I call…. And then the water stopped flowing. There was apparently water cut that day, which she didn’t know about. ‘Darn this!!’, she muttered and headed to the kitchen. As she walked through her bedroom and living room to the dining area, she sensed a feeling of alienation sink in. She was suddenly a stranger in her own house. Walls looked familiar, but only as familiar as a mannequin who wore the clothes after she designed them. The mannequin was not her own, the clothes were. She proceeded to make a cup of coffee for herself, mentally making a list of to-do things

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for that day. Meet the Investigator at 11, visit the Insurance Office at 1, Lunch with her agent at 2, back to office by 4. Post a warm cup of coffee, she got ready to leave. It was 10.45 am when she reached the investigator’s office. She attended all her appointments as per the schedule and returned to office at 4.15 in the evening. It had been more than a month that she was following a similar routine. Investigations Bureau, Agent Meet, Office and back home.

Stress was becoming visible in everything she did. In the last 33 years of her life, Nina had not been through anything like this before. She was a go-getter. And her motto in life was crisp – If have to, then have to. So much that she didn’t even spare herself of her wrath in case she missed a deadline, a brief, an order or an appointment.

Everything was pretty much in place for Nina. Professionally and personally. Personally, Nina and Andrew were together for the past 8 years. And although she thoroughly enjoyed and cherished motherhood, marriage was not her cup of tea. And today, she had been thinking – If only Andrew and I were married….

The funeral was scheduled for Thursday. Andrew was in Austria, attending a seminar and the earliest he could get to Los Angeles was Wednesday evening. Just a day more and he would be here, Nina thought. Thea was their only child. The seven years old was a bright fun-loving kid who loved to mime and read Disney comics. Ever since she had been introduced to Tinkerbell, she coaxed her parents to enroll her at the local ballet academy. She was ecstatic by the news of a sibling arriving soon and had started ‘designing’ games, herself, for them to play together.

Nina’s was a perfect family; until 20 March 1998, exactly a month ago, when Thea was kidnapped while on her way back home from the academy. About 28 days later, Thea’s captors had strangulated her to death and dumped her body at Nina’s doorstep. Thea’s death was a huge blow to Nina, who was otherwise unaffected throughout the ordeal. Her tough demeanor filtered all emotions that had been playing around in her mind since the day of kidnap. It was only when she finally saw Thea that she broke down. Totally and completely.

It was last night that she had made the decision of her life. She decided to give up her company and her career. She no longer felt the hunger for success. She no longer felt the drive for ambition. Only person who hovered was Andrew. And all she thought about was her home. Suddenly, she wanted to give up everything and warm up to the kitchen fires. She wanted a life; different from the one she had living till date. A life she thought could never imagine living. A life she thought was only for her docile sister. Today, she wanted to live that life henceforth. She wanted to live the mother, the wife and the home-maker she had never thought of living. And most importantly, she wanted to live the emotions that had been trapped within her. All the while she thought Elixir, her company, was all she wanted. But Thea’s death changed it all.

And she remembered all the times that she missed Thea’s special moments. The first time Thea performed on stage –aged 3 years, the first time Thea won a race – aged 4 and a half years, the first time Thea mastered her ballet moves – aged 6 years and came running home to show it to her Ma and Pa and many more such first-times.

She wanted to live those moments and more. And luckily, her unborn child gave her the hope that she definitely could.

She wrapped her work by 6 in the evening that day and drove to Thea’s ballet academy. She informed them about Thea and requested them to stage a ballet performance post the funeral.

She went about inviting Thea’s school mates for the performance and headed straight to the bakery to order Thea’s favorite Dutch Truffle. After coming home, the feeling of emptiness came back. She struggled to hold herself together.

Nina went up to her bedroom and opened all the curtains to let the fresh air blow in. Still, she wasn’t able to get over with her suffocation. She could feel the excruciating pang of pain through the left side of her chest. She ran down to lawns, hoping to feel better… But it only got worse. Finally, she let herself go, and cried. Cried her heart out.

She didn’t know when she fell asleep on the lawn but she sensed that it was the best sleep of her life. One which brought Thea to her. And one which brought her dream world to her – Andrew, Thea, Nina and their unborn child – all together, on the same lawn, living life as she wanted to. In her world.

   


The Mourning

Being an anesthesiology resident in the Obstetrics and Gynecology OT
at Nair Hospital was no mean job. There was the routine OT list, the
emergencies and the cranky surgeons and sometimes even crazy seniors
to handle. But the job has to be done, right and that too with a
smile, and we did it.

December 2009, while the routine OT is still on, we get a call,
‘Emergency Laparotomy for an unruptured ectopic gestation in the
fallopian tube’ which means an emergency surgical exploration of a
lady who had conceived, but unfortunately the fetus was outside the
uterus in the fallopian tube. Fallopian tubes are the tubes which
transport ovum or the embryo from the ovary to the uterus. I went to
the waiting area to see this lady pre operatively. She looked
distraught and strangely familiar. I could not place her, but she was
familiar nonetheless. She was past 35 years, and had undergone a tubal
recanalisation surgery few months ago. I noted down the rest of her
medical history, did a quick physical examination and explained the
surgery and anesthesia to her. She knew her baby could not be
salvaged, being in a place where there is neither nutrition nor enough
place for her baby to grow. The whole point of the surgery was to save
her life, lest the tube rupture.

After taking her consent I did something I had never done before, I
asked her a question that was too personal– the reason why she had
undergone a recanalisation surgery, or a surgery that involves
reversal of a tubal ligation. The answer was obvious… she had
undergone a tubal ligation which is, for all practical purposes, a
permanent method of contraception. Then for some reason, she wanted to
have a child again so late in her life. I was curious to know the
reason.

“I lost my son to brain cancer” she said with a few tears in her eyes.

I was starting to figure out why I knew her…. still I persisted

“Where was your son admitted and how long ago did he die?”

“He was here, at the same hospital… He passed away last November”

“His name was Aditya? I asked her to which she did not reply but
broke down into tears instead. I did not pacify her, I broke down with
her too into a

discreet few tears.

I remembered Aditya very well. He was a 10 year old boy operated for a
malignant brain tumour and had died in the ICU a few months after the
surgery. He had died while I was posted in the ICU and was on duty.
And he was probably the only patient whose death and the suffering
prior to that had affected me so deeply, probably because of his
tender age. I remember having shed a few tears for him after seeing
his grandmother break down once in the ICU. She was the one who mainly
cared for him, with his sister and mother visiting on and off. While
I cried for him when he lived, I somehow did not mourn his death when
he died in my arms, in front of my eyes. And I mourned for him the day
I met his mother once again, a year after his death.

Being doctors who see death and suffering so often does make us tough
but some incidents like these do break our tough outer layers and
touch our hearts and make us cry.

Disclaimer: The kid was not named Aditya. The name has been changed to
protect the identity of the child and his family.

   


The Dirty Old Geyser

Have you ever wondered what goes into a Storage Water Heater, or commonly known as a Geyser? I hadn’t… until I got to find out first hand recently.

It was only a matter of getting the damn thing to work again and get some hot water like every other day. So at the beginning we knew it could only be one of 2 things. Either the thermostat (the thermometer like device that cuts off power when temperature reaches a set limit) or the heating coil itself would be faulty.

We quickly eliminate the thermostat as the culprit since the circuit was not broken anywhere and both the lights were ON. So then, it had to be the coil. Great!! We now know what’s wrong. We also know what needs to be done. Should not be more than a 10 minute job to change the coil.

Or so we thought…..

Maybe this would be a good time to provide some background info on the “geyser”. Born about 8 – 9 years ago somewhere in the factory and named under the brand “Arman”, this geyser has served us well. It has undergone a few house shifting experiences and about 2 coil changes in this period. Not to mention that it has also had it’s belly cleaned once or twice, thanks to the borewell water used in it all it’s life.

Now then, we got a coil from the maket. Good. The ratings match and so do the grooves for the bolts to hold it in place. Very Good!!

Next step, remove the faulty coil:

All that had to be done was to remove 3 nuts and voila – a shower of 20 L of water and the coil should be out. Only, the latter did not happen. Now there’s something else that needs to be known about the coil. The coil, like any other heating rod that is used to heat water, is just one rod going in a “U” to complete the circuit. It just so happens, that the old rod had gone from a U to a V. The rod goes through a small hole in the cylinder that contains the water and has just enough space to move in or out. With the U to V situation, the rod would just not come out.

What do you do??

You have to bring the damn thing down and open it all up, fit the new rod and put it back again. And pray that you fit it properly so the water does not leak and the geyser does not blow up.

During this exercise (ofcourse, there was a “qualified” electrician working on it too) I found out what the insulating material is made of… Glass Fibres.

Literally, fine fibres of glass put together. It looks just like a lot of cotton is stuffed in… but the damn thing is so sharp. Even a dust particle cuts and it stings for a day or two. I did feel like a bloody used pincushion. LITERALLY!!

I have to say though, I now know what all goes into assembling a geyser and can take one apart and put it back together pretty well.

Well, the 2 hour exercise paid off. The geyser now works just fine. Only, I don’t think it can survive another operation.

Next break down…. May it rest in peace!!!

   


Esha’s noble audio story book project

Esha – a Non Profit initiative serving the visually impaired, has embarked on a unique project that would revolutionize the way stories are told. More importantly, the project invites you to be a part of this noble initiative through your participation. Read more to know how you could make a difference by Story Telling through E-Books.

About the Project:

Esha plans to create a freely available online library of Audio Ebooks that will make some of the best stories of the world available not just to visually impaired children, but also to those sections that lack schooling and literacy. Audio Books will break these barriers to spread values and wisdom.

Please contribute to this project by donating any audio books that you might have at home or with your organization and that are NOT under copyright. The idea is to create an online resource center from where all organizations, individuals and libraries can freely download books and use. The more we share, the more we all gain. Esha will buy additional server space and will host all these files.

If you are an individual who wants to volunteer, please read detailed instructions on how to record audio books from the comfort of your home – here: https://eshabraille.wordpress.com/2010/05/14/esha-summer-project-for-children/ .

Be a part of the change.

   


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