Monday, 7 May 2012

Exam updates

2 down and 2 more to go. I'm growing in confidence... [Yeah now I feel I can write (i.e. gas...) any answer]!

Bizzare questions answered:
  • Teleophthalmology (Yes, 3 pages, and I'm not even an ophthalmologist)
  • Lesson learnt from Leprosy elimination (None that I had learnt, 4 pages!)

Tuesday, 1 May 2012

Packing up...

We're packing up for a quick move, hopefully something decent to live in finally.

We are packing up... and suddenly I find that I have 3 bags full of dresses while he has only 1 !!! And I don't even wear what is there in almost 1&1/2 of those bags!

I was looking at the kitchen from the chair...I'm seeing food stuffs/biscuits/noodles/flours sitting in plastic bags on the kitchen floor...and I am thinking, "Did I live like that for 3 years?!?"

The CFL lamp in the kitchen, yes, we're removing it when we go. Stupid hostel people din't even bother to give us one when our usual bulb conked out. This one, we paid from our pocket and is rightfully ours.

The TV guys told they will dismantle the tv-dish and we can take it. After hanging up the phone, we looked at each other and told in unison, "It would have been OK even if they dint give us the dish".

He says, "When we vacate the room, I'm going to write "F*#K you" on the wall". I roll my eyes.

Surprise discoveries:
2 torches without batteries
A photo frame - we were wondering who gave it when we saw, on the back written IPHA conference
A cover with long folded up black cable and plug - no one has a clue to what it is or where it came from.
A packet of scented wet wipes- gave both of us a bad headache
2 sleeveless t-shirts - which were meant for him, but gladly, will fit me only now!
Many brand new (him) shorts - not so gladly, wont fit me

2 cartons and 6 bags down, still 3 more to go...that'll wait till tomorrow.

Friday, 27 April 2012

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

The countdown...

A week to go before exams... What do I feel? Right now, feeling like everything is an 'avial' ; it has a mix of everything, but nothing in particular... ughh..

Things to study are swarming in my head...

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Is Kerala going to the dogs??

This post is prompted by an article which makes a claim to the same effect as the title of the post. The few issues highlighted in it are the rising criminality in Kerala women, the increasing reach of quotation gangs, the reprehensible system of 'nookukooli' and suddenly the article paints a picture of moral decay setting in, in the state.

Almost Every Keralite will agree that it is no longer 'God's own country' as the ads proclaim; may be it was never one to start with but, all the same, made a very catchy phrase for promoting tourism. But is it really that bad and beyond reprieve? Probably not. It has many inherent problems but May be its all not that bad afterall. Given the way women are treated back there, I would no longer prefer going back there, but I think otherwise, its quite an ok place to live.
You have to just go to other states and see the state of affairs to know how better it is in Kerala. We talk about the 'nookukooli', but just cross the border into karnataka and you will find even worse in the form of unimaginable levels of corruption. I often wonder if it is possible in kerala, but we mallus wont allow it to happen. Someone will somehow trap the corrupt fellow one day. But it Karnataka, it is the way of life. You cannot trap just one person, the entire machinery is involved in it.

We make fun of ourselves telling about the infamous 'crab mentality' of mallus. But another good trait we forget is our questioning attitude. We always ask 'Why?'. If someone were to tell a kannadiga subordinate to do some stupid work, they would obey withot a second thought. But mallus will always ask 'Why' and sometimes may even say 'No, I cant do it'.

One thing thankfully we no longer experience in Kerala is caste based discrimination, atleast not floridly in public. But just beyond our borders in TN and KA and everywhere else, it is ingrained into the minds of people. Also deplorable is the mentality with whihc they treat subordinatess, esp Grp C and D workers. They are treated like shit, which I'm sure we cannot do back in kerala.

While there are a lot of undesirable things in prevailing in Kerala, it would also do us good to realize that there are probably a lot more of undesirable things outside it.

Sunday, 15 January 2012

What HIV/AIDS means to Mr.Mrurugan - probably nothing.

One of these days, I met (him, whom now may I assign a name, not his real one) Murugan. I had gone to 'take' an Tuberculosis case for the clinical case presentation. As I talked to the doctor in charge of him, it was revealed that recently he was diagnosed with HIV too. Later, I talked with Murugan. He gave a history which was like a textbook history of HIV, fever of 6 months, chronic diarrhea and lately, cough. When I examined his chest, my stethoscope echoed with the numerous rattling sounds his lungs produced. It felt like TB had almost laid both his lungs waste. Still he was unseemingly pleasant and comfortable for someone who had just been diagnosed with HIV-TB.

His wife, Lakshmi (name changed) too was with him. She told me they had 5 children, all girls, the youngest one just 2 & 1/2 months old. I asked Murugan what all diseases he had. He told TB, he dint know how to say HIV, When I mentioned HIV/ AIDS, he shaked his head, recognising the name. I asked Lakshmi, she only knew about TB. HIv, she hadn't even heard about it, dint know what was it, what it meant if her husband had HIV. It was just another thing with a fancy name for her. She went on chattering incessantly how the hospital had sent her back everytime without doing a sterilisation for her and they ended up with 5 kids.

Murugan had been started on anti TB durgs, he would soon be put on anti-retrovirals for HIV infection. He would have to take the drugs on a daily basis. He has not been going for work for the last 1 month, forfeiting his wages. He appeared very calm and composed, perhaps not aware of the gravity of his condition, perhaps knowing it but not showing it.

I was very shaken by what I heard and what I saw. A lone earning member of a large, young family afflicted by the most deadly combination of diseases on the planet. He was a walking- dead man. I'm probably contradicting the advancements medical technology of the day. There are very effective anti-TB drugs, effective anti-HIV drugs, whihc are given free of cost by the government. All the patient has to do is just go and collect them and take them regularly. Easier said than done. A daiily wage earner like Murugan, how can he go daily and collect his medicines? He who didn't even know about HIV till yesterday, how can we expect him to take 2 doses of anti HIV drugs daily for the rest of his lifetime? How do you create such awareness in an illiterate man who never ever went to school?

I felt very afraid for Lakshmi and her young children; a very bad dread, thinking of how she will bring up the girls if Murugan succumbs to his diseases. What if she also contracts HIV tomorrow, for they have never used condoms during their married life and seemed very unconvinced about using it from now on. /suddenly all the NACP (National AIDS Control program) I've studied seemed like academic rhetoric. As a doctor, what could I do here? How can I help him get back to his work, be an active participant in the treatment of his condition? I had told both of them about HIV, how it spreads, how to prevent it, how to take medicines, whom to approach in case of any side effects of drugs.... What I didn't tell was, he wouldn't probably live to see his children grow up, how do you tell that to someone's face? I told them everything but the most important information that would help them to realize the seriousness of their situation.  All I can do now is only hope that my fears are unfounded, they not come true and I be provena damned, pessimistic fool.

Saturday, 10 December 2011

Today it is R's turn to vent out............


 



   I grew up in a place where it never rained even once in a year. We would get rains like once in two years, there have been occasions when people would pray for rains. And then i came to India, and one of my favourite delights have been watching the rains splatter to gloryyy!!!!
For me rain always bring back good memories..... I call them the Rain Memories........ There are a couple of em.... me sitting at the table in my room in my old flat one evening, the table being in front of a window with the sun rays filtering away to death.........and it starts trickling, then drizzling and then pouring away.......
Sitting at my table and watching the raindrops splattering away....the air seeming crystal clear, the breeze making me feel alive.......
My next memory being having given my medical entrance exams and coming back home when it started raining and i spent nearly half an hour walking in the rain!!!! It was a walk of triumph, of having won my booty and feeling relieved!!!!!! i reached home and stood in the rain till i was drenched to my bone and i felt one in sync with the skies......
The next memory was after i won myself my girl's love and got stuck in the rain while returning from a battle for a future..... got stuck in the rain, well needless to say i walked/danced and went home. It was dawn and it wasnt a pleasant feeling to get drenched and chilled....
The last memory has me with my girl in Central Park, New York. But this wasnt as pleasant as the other ones coz we had to huddle ourselves in a small subway station. But we did walk in the rain after the downpour calmed down.All the same they are the Rain Memories!!!!!







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