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Wednesday 13 May 2020
Monday 6 April 2020
Do no harm…….
Dear countrymen !
Let’s light a diya on April 5th at 9 pm for
9 minutes…
It was the PM Modi on national television , appealing
the nation to show solidarity during the most intrigue situation of our
lifetime! This was 12th day of countrywide lockdown, imposed on 25th
March 2020 as a preventive measure to break the spread of a very recent but
virulent virus nCOVID-19.
Immediately the social media was swarmed with messages
of varied emotions.
I’m a citizen of the Republic of India and not a clown
to perform to the tune of the ringmaster…..
Lighting diyas on 5th April at 9 pm for 9
minutes is astrologically backed up as the number 9 represents Mars or Mangal
and this double 9 increases its strength…it’s a master stroke by Modiji….
I have always been sitting on the fence when it comes
to be with or against Modi (ji). I can decipher his moves more objectively ….as
some may lable me , I am his bhakt but not andh bhakt.
Earlier on 22nd March, he appealed the
nation to express its indebtedness to those who are working relentlessly to
keep us safe from this health calamity. The task was simple that we have to
clap, chime bells, blow conch, beat utensils for 5 minutes at 5 pm. Both the
appeals looked like tasks given in the house of Big Boss. Big boss chahte hain ki sab gharwale……
Modi (ji) is a hardcore politician who knows his job
as back of his hand. When it comes to his charisma he is in the left
upper quadrant of Johari window where his quality is not only known to him but
to others as well. While the government machinery was deep into combating
spread of the infection , he took the task of motivating people to follow the
lockdown righteously but without being aware that they are being pushed to do
so.
This country can unite only on two emotions….first
cricket and second patriotism…in that order. The year when Kargil was won, maximum people sacrificed picnic with
the family and went for flag hoisting on the subsequent Independence day !! He
knows how to emotionally exploit people ….this time the charm was used for a
better cause.
There have been tremendous response on both the
occasions. Its amazing to see a nation of 130 crore population following
unanimously …well almost…illustrating solidarity. Everyone had their own reasons
to agree (or not to ) to accept both the appeals. Reasons varied from….
Modiji ne kaha
hai to karna hi hai
Modiji ke liye kuchh bhi
Arrey kuchh to karen…bore ho gaye ghar me padey padey
Agar maine nahi kiya to paaswale Sharmaji ko mauka mil
jayega mujhe bolane ka
Ham sab kitty wale safed pahan kar karenge …theek hai
!
Chiming bells and lighting diyas wont help, there is
no PPE for health staff.
We need more testing facilities,everything cannot be
turned into an event.
I had a totally different reason to follow the
request….and without any scientific reason, even remotely. In medicine we are
taught the principle of do no harm
. While managing a patient utmost care must be taken not to aggravate the morbidity.
It’s a known fact that morbidity or illness is affected by the social, mental
and spiritual status of a person other than the physical.
By following the two appeals of Modi (ji) , I was
following the same principle.
It reminded me of 1996 when I was pregnant with my
triplets. My parents being doctors, I was in the best hands and we were in a
better position to handle the situation as all of us knew all the pros and cons
of it. My mother lined up all her contemporaries to be available during any
emergency if it arises. I was getting the best possible and timely medical
facility by best clinicians in the city, courtesy my mother. But she was my mom
first…being an obstetrician made it more difficult to keep her calm as she knew
all the possible prognosis in this situation!
In addition,we went to a Vaidya who asked me
to boil a herb in black cow’s milk and drink it every morning. We went
around searching a black cow and then made arrangements to get the milk
delivered every morning. I was also made to wear (obviously by my mother) a
silver ring in my right little finger with the embedded cat’s eye stone
touching my skin. I wore white dress every Saturday and lit a diya under a peepul
tree at the twilight. I don’t know whether it was helping the foetus or me to
be healthier….but one thing was sure, it was not doing any harm.
I did all these things only for one reason….it kept my
mother’s pacing heart and thoughts in control and her quietude kept me going. I
don’t know finally what resulted in the uncomplicated birth , though quite
premature, of my triplets. What helped in their growth as normal kids without
any physical or mental (touch wood) shortcoming…Whether it was the clinical
care that I received ….or due to my above acts something happened in the cosmos
which gave us a wanted outcome…..
Sunday 7 July 2019
In the same frame
It was a hot and
humid Saturday afternoon. We have been hearing news about rainfall in different
parts of the country. But here in Patna
it was all dry and dusty. The day is going to be boring… I speculated.
There was nothing exciting to do this afternoon…with lots of uproar on the newly
released films Article 15 and Kabir Singh, it was not wise to go to watch any
of these. The world cup match between Sri Lanka and India was just an eyewash. Half
of the quota of Indian adrenaline rush was over with the two matches….first India
–Pakistan where the latter was defeated and second India-England where latter
won and had a tangential effect on our neighbour’s chances to remain in the race
. So today’s match with Sri Lanka was not allocated with any adrenaline quota nationally.
Now the rest half is reserved for semi final and final matches. With this
analysis at hand, best option would be to go out for lunch somewhere… but what
is the best option for a lone visitor? I decided to go to a small and decent
place called Basant Vihar in Maurya Lok. This is one of the very few eateries
which serve authentic south indian cuisine.
The place was filled families, office groups out for
luncheon, and lone eaters like me. I was ushered towards the only available 4-seater
table. The waiters were casually bringing ordered food to the tables, it was a
cosy place with decent gentry and delicious mixed flavor of sambhar and coconut
chutney . I was about to have a much awaited gastronomical experience. Suddenly
the place went black-and-white. Commandoes clad in black were followed by few
seemingly-authoritative men clad in starched white kurta pajama. This aura is
only when you have a politician around. They requested people who occupied the two
long tables at the wall to shift to another one. Everyone present was wondering
who would enter next . And there came the most talked-about congress person Mr
Rahul Gandhi ! As he passed by me, the followers tried to show him the direction
to the table, he requested to go to the wash room. Few minutes later he settled
to the corner table with around 20 other party members seated around. 8 commandoes
and 10 odd local party juniors were trying to keep back the crowd…lunch to kar lene dijiye, selfie baad mein
le lijiye….I somehow managed to take one by the time his food was awaited. He
was in the city to appear for a hearing in the Civil court. He had defamation
charge for his statement of sab Modi chor hain during the election
campaign.
I heard him order
a dosa with diet coke…diet coke nahi hoga
to lime soda de dijiye…he requested his party(wo)men. I offered the vacant seats
at my table to the party members standing around. Next to me sat a young, fair
and handsome chap looking all starry –eyed towards the recently-stepped-down-
party president. He happened to be the joint ( or something similar) secretary of
the state youth congress. Out of curiosity I asked the young man how and who
decided that a person of Rahul Gandhi’s strature (he has one, we accept it or not)
goes to such a regular eatery. “ Its his decision. He is a simple person, the janta should understand this. People are
at loss by not recognizing this” I was impressed by the commitment he had in
his voice. I asked him…may be what you say is right, but people will believe in
what you show them. If he is a simple person, let him be a simple person…why
everybody is trying to project him as an extraordinary one ! I shared my views on not being a fan of the party,
to which he immediately asked …and why so? I dismissed him by saying that its
personal perspective and he should not try to convert me into a supporter. He
sheepishly smiled and again fixed his admiring gaze on Rahul.
The whole evening I was thinking about this
remote, impersonal acquaintance. He seemed to be very comfortable sitting in that
regular eatery surrounded by general public. He had no aura and used the wash
room (hello.....I don’t use it ). He may be stepped up on the pedestal where he doesn’t
belong or don’t want to be …but once there , you have to rise to the occasion. In the selfie we were in the same frame…literally
and metaphorically…where I have stepped up while he has not even started
trying.
Wednesday 1 August 2018
Inside outside
“You should try ascabiol lotion once you
get back home” While going back to Gwalior I was watching Pachauri- my research
assistant who was constantly scratching at odd places. He had developed this
for 2 days now. I was feeling hungry after the days work but was holding back
myself to bring out the munchies from my bag. With no antiseptic solution at
hand, I cannot afford him to eat from the same packet. It was 4 hours journey
and I had to divert myself from the urge of eating something. Instead I
diverted the attention by giving him details of how to apply the lotion, what
personal hygiene he should be following and some simple rules of restricting
the infection. He was craning his neck to listen to the instructions and repeat
them wherever necessary.( I had asked him to sit in the front with the driver).
I was in a relieved mood after completing a
12 day long research assignment. Going from one place to another, talking to
people, gathering information, collecting recorded data, bringing out
perceptions of people, understanding the undercurrent and dynamics had been a
tiring experience for me. I was looking forward to get back home. Just before
starting the travel I had called home to inform that I shall be reaching home
(inshahallah) soon.
In my current assignment, I was given the
task to assess efficiency within the government health system when provided
external support. My parents are doctors and have been very sincere civil
servants. I was witness to the glory that a doctor possesses in a hospital. I
was also impressed by the ethics and dedication that my parents worked with.
But what I did not know or could not understand the “red tapism” with which the
whole system worked. When I finished MBBS and appeared for PSC, my father came
down very strongly against joining the government job. In those days it was
synonymous to the stability and security for life. Refusing a government job
was equivalent to insanity. So although I was an “insider” to the system due to
my parents, I was pronounced “outsider” with my father’s decision. Throughout
my assignment, I was trying to make up my mind whether I would have been happy
as an “insider” or I am happy as an “outsider”
It was almost dark outside with a little
February-chill in the air. The driver was relaxed with the mere thought of
hitting home after a long time. Relaxation sometimes makes you careless as
well. We had just left the town and were 20 kms away when suddenly the roadside
boulder disbalanced the jeep. I could feel myself whirling out of it and
landing on a hard ground with a thud. Before I could gather my senses, a huge
truck passed by brushing me. Oh my god! I am right in the middle of the
highway. No no no…. don’t panic! Get up… right, look around…. Where is the jeep
and driver and Pachauri? I started calling their names. After adjusting to the twilight,
on my right 8 feet deep in a freshly dug trench, I could make out something
like a jeep. But why I can see the wheels? It was upside down with Pachauri
trapped in the front seat. I could not locate the driver anywhere. As the
occupational standards go, he had fled.
I limped to the middle of the highway and
started waving at the vehicles passing by. After sometime (which seemed to be
ages) a passenger van stopped and tried to decipher what I was saying in a
shocked status pointing at the trench. With some difficulty they could rescue
Pachauri who was vomiting and dazed. Once in the van, I requested the driver to
take us to the District
Hospital . Pachauri now started complaining of tingling
and numbness in feet. Oh my god… he may have a head injury and a spinal
concussion. “Be in one position - on your side” I instructed him. Mentally I
had started making notes of what actions to be taken once I reach the hospital.
He should be admitted and seen by specialists to assess the injury and rule out
the dreaded possibility of head-injury and concussion. I need to contact the
Chief Medical Officer who can coordinate everything. A passenger was observing me intensely. He
leaned forward and handed me over a handkerchief- take this, you will be
needing it. I opened it and saw few hundred rupee notes. He said ‘ don’t thank
me, first you have to take care of the your
colleague.’ He also agreed to accompany me to the hospital and then to the
accident site to retrieve whatever could
be found.
Once in the hospital I was running around
to organize admission, x-ray, emergency call to the Doctor-on-duty and then to
the Specialists. Against my personality I had to throw a lot of weight and drop
some heavy names to get things organised. However, to my surprise this worked
at the higher level but the actual doers in the hospital were still
unconcerned. They were facing such emergencies everyday and had grown
insensitive towards it. Also they lacked professional attitude. I was given a
private room which stinked, but my quilt dipped in diesel masked the smell. During
the night I went many times to the general ward to see if my colleague was ok
and confirm that his symptoms didn’t worsen. Now I was able to look at my self.
I had bruised badly in many parts and clothes were torn. Some how our luggage
was retrieved but not the money-purse and camera. My left hand was swollen
which looked like a fracture. I had agreed to get a temporary plaster (I had to
buy PoP) and decided to get a proper management under my father’s supervision
who was a fine Orthopaedician, once I get home.
Although the patient’s condition was stable,
I had requested the CMO to refer the case to Gwalior Medical
College . It being my
alma-mater, I felt more confident to go around and seek medical care. The
process of referral started early morning. Finally we could start after 6 hours
of clearing the confusion of who was the
driver-on-duty, getting the ambulance tyre repaired, sanctioning the slip for
POL, getting a referral slip, case-sheet and discharge ticket from the casualty, making the Radiologist write his comments on
a bad quality X-ray, requesting the CMO
for an ambulance attendant and of course I replaced the nursing staff .
The 200 km journey to the Medical College
was completed in 8 hours which was more painful and uncertain than the 2
labours that I had. When I handed over the patient to the Doctor-on-duty and
then to his family members, I looked at myself to assess the damage I have
undergone physically. I also reflected on my mental status. Being a doctor
myself, I was able to coordinate quickly and get the best possible care I
could. But looking at the attitude of the staff , insensitivity and apathy
developed over the years of being in the system, I thanked my father for his
strong reservation.
Lalit’s Six
Losses
The baby is lost.
This was third time
that I was given the same news in last 2 years of my acquaintance with Lalit.
He was support staff in the office. He would finish off the routine work long
before we all came into the office. If he had a specific work with anyone of us,
he would stay back and meet that particular person.
“Lalit please clean
the toilet properly tomorrow. It’s stinking & the dustbin is almost full.”
While entering my room, I tossed this instruction to him .He said ‘ji madam’ meekly & did a gesture
which meant – can I speak to you? I was putting this face to name for the first
time. He hesitated to speak in the open. Sheepishly he extended a medical
report – “you are a doctor na? This
is my wife’s report. She is pregnant but the doctor say there is no baby
inside!” His expression conveyed the confusion and disbelief on the expert. I
took the reports still looking at him and trying to hear the noise in his
thoughts. Since my entrance to the medical school this was the second case of pseudo pregnancy I was coming across. (This is a rare condition where the woman
experiences all the symptoms of pregnancy, except formation of a foetus in the womb.
This is due to the strong desire of the woman to bear a child.) I read
through the prescription. The couple had lost 3 babies; this fourth one was also
a lost hope. He could not believe what I was explaining to him. How can this
happen? Should he get one more ultrasound done from a different place? What
would he tell his wife? I realized how incomplete my education was. Explaining
a rare textbook condition in real life – no teacher empowered me to handle
this!
Days passed and I
remembered Lalit only with the site of a dirty washroom or a cobweb hanging on
my head. On a hot summer day one of the drivers informed me “Lalit is on three
days leave. His wife is not well. She had an abortion”. Again!! This time he
had decided to conceal the news and avoided medical checkup. Instead the couple
was a regular visitor to a mazaar every
Tuesday. “You scold him for doing such a childish thing. Why should he avoid a
medical checkup? See what the result is!” The driver had concern in his voice.
Next day he came with his wife Sunita. A short and obese woman with a smile on
her face. The smile was more for the husband to sustain hope . Both listened to
my advice attentively- try to avoid pregnancy for next 3 months, go for a
medical check up immediately after the pregnancy is confirmed, they can
continue the weekly visits to the mazar along with it.
“I wish that you take
care of Sunita this time.” He was waiting for me outside the office. His
request made my heart skip a beat. This was the ultimate submission of the
couple, whose hopes were rekindled for the sixth time. Craving for the child
had made them courageous to stake their hopes. I asked him to bring his wife
along. What was in her eyes- fear, apprehension, anxiety, faith? I explained
the possibilities and risks associated. My limitations to provide the needed
care were very well known to them. I was expected to agree to the bestowed role
of a mentor for the coming days.
The couple kept me
well informed of all the developments. Everything was going on in a smooth way
except mid trimester hypertension. I did a regular BP monitoring and spent a
lot of time talking to Sunita. It eased out her anxiety. She was admitted to
the Medical College hospital due to constant high
blood pressure. While supporting the move, I felt relieved in last six months.
I had an unknown companion who will take care of Sunita and her baby. In the
Teaching Hospital with skilled and experienced staff, Sunita’s known bad
obstetric history and a preventable situation of borderline hypertension, she
was in a safe haven. Atleast I thought so.
It was a lazy
Saturday morning and I was trying to concentrate on a training manual for the
health workers. The training is designed to enhance their skills to provide
care during pregnancy and delivery. It has been a Herculean task to convince
experts that through these skilled workers, safe delivery can be guaranteed to
a rural woman in a remote area. Evidence shows that only few women will
experience complications and need
sophisticated facilities. I remembered Sunita, her reflection in Lalit’s face
which was getting fresher with excitement as the due date was nearing.
“They are putting
Sunita on drugs to deliver the dead baby.” Lalit’s voice was so distant and
calm over the phone. It took me a full minute and 3 questions to understand
what he meant. Words ebbed and there was a killing pause. He finally said
“that’s okay, sab mata ki marzi hai (it
is destiny). I was ashamed of myself and my fraternity. The couple had given me
full right to maneuver the course of action. Why did I rely on others? I should
have taken a more active stand. But how could I suspect the experts in an apex
institute! They never deviated from the technically correct procedure. I
realized that they were running on the technically and scientifically correct
path. But they hardly stopped at culverts where sensitivity, empathy,
accountability exist.
I have neither spoken
nor met Lalit & Sunita since then. It had been breach in faith on my part
and I feel guilty to face them. Whom should I ask about how they are coping
with the loss? What happened to the new baby’s clothes which they had bought?
Is she continuing taking the tonics? How shall I console them when we meet? I
do not have any answer. I can only say- “I am sorry, I failed.”
Saturday 4 June 2016
United
we stand……..
In the winters of 2014,
one of my friends’ shared that her housemaid was asked for money in the maternity
wing of government hospital in the state capital. This was the time when the state
government had declared Health Sewa Guarantee ensuring free treatment, drugs,
diagnostics and diet to all who are admitted in the public health facilities.
At national level, the state was being lauded for this initiative. By declaring
pro-poor policies; the 1 year old government was trying to deepen its roots to ensure victory in the consecutive
fourth term in the future.
Having advantage of
access to the higher officials in the department, I shared this incidence with
them who were very disappointed and raged by it. In recent years, situation in
the public health institutions have seen a stark change . Hospitals are much cleaner,
with availability all the basic and essential resources. Suddenly hospitals
were revived to its original functions.
They were swarming with people …..patients. The wards were full,
medicines stocked at the counter, laboratory busy in taking samples and writing
investigation reports. With fund flexibility in a national programme, human
resource crisis was also addressed to some extent with contractual appointments
and outsourcing of support services. Of course doctors were as scarce as ever…..
Stung by the act, the
department ordered a probe to pin down the culprits and take an exemplary action
for others not to repeat the same in future. Our organisation being outside the
system, were asked to be part of the probe team and were expected to provide an
unbiased angle to the whole situation. We were quiet satisfied that the
administrators have taken cognizance to teach lesson to the involved . Its for
later to decide who actually learnt a lesson in the process…….
One of my colleague was
deputed to be part of the probe team. As per the government order he went to
the hospital on the scheduled date and time. The other members who were from
within the system didn’t turn up for the probe. Doubled with the sense of
responsibility, my colleague decided to have a very casual discussion with the
staff posted in the labour room. When asked , who were on duty during the
reported episode, each one of them had a memory black-out…..He continued in a generalist
manner without pinpointing anybody and started going through the chronological sequence of events since
the women was admitted till she was discharged after the childbirth. He also
tried to tally the casesheet with the services provided to her. To his
surprise, the case sheet was very sketchy with no protocols followed, which he
discussed with the staff and left the hospital. No probe report was prepared as
this session did not meet its purpose in want of absence of other team members.
Higher officials issued
order to shift the staff who was on duty during the reported incidence out of
the labour room with immediate effect
for an year…… thus the case came to a
logical ending…. Or was it going to start in a more illogical way…….
After a week my
colleague got a notice from a police station…..there had been a police
complaint against him to harass a schedule caste woman, who happens to be
posted in a government hospital as a staff nurse. This clearly was a case of atrocity
against the ‘downtrodden’. He was accused of using racial words against her. Thankfully
in such cases FIR is not written without having a dialogue with both the parties.
Christmas and New Year were spent to put all the efforts jointly to avoid
formal FIR. Strong sources were identified to gain access to Politicians, IG
Police, couple of senior bureaucrats …even the Chief Secretary. The top
officials were sure that the case doesn’t hold water, but it was not getting
anywhere near to closing. We all were worried, but my colleague had lost his
sleep with the mere thought of being an accused, he had yet to climb up many
steps in his career.
Finally we decided to seek
the most indigenous and trusted path…..face-to-face discussion in an unofficial
manner through a mediator. The mediator turned out to be the Steward of the
hospital (brain behind the police complaint) who belonged to the ‘upper’ caste.
Our background work revealed few of his soft spots which we hit in the most machiavellian
way. First meeting was the bull’s eye where the ‘victim’ withdrew the complaint
by formally informing the police in writing. Later the complainant leaked the
fact that she was asked to write a complaint to teach my colleague a lesson not
to get involved in such things in future. After all it could be a direct blow
to the economy of the hospital staff !!
After almost a month
long ordeal I learnt that united we stand only for a common interest…..and we can arm-twist the benefit of
our diversities as well to gain it.
On 26th
January I felt mocked by the song ……Hindi
hain hum watan hai Hindosatan hamara……
Saturday 7 May 2016
Kavita the Kutch cupid
Rann of Kutch has suddenly become
prominent on the world map. Thanks to Amitabh Bachchan and Gujarat tourism.
It’s a perfect example of a well thought advocacy campaign hitting soft
spots in the brain. Kutch
literally means something which intermittently becomes wet and dry. The
same word is also used in the languages of Sanskrit origin for a tortoise.
Our taxi
driver was a native of Uttar Pradesh but considers Gujarat as his second
home. Better infrastructure, basic amenities and quality of life (as
compared to his home state) has made him a local brand ambassador.
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It
was time of Rannotsav …..a three month long festival to attract
tourists. At Dhordo tent village, a huge space is created for the local
craftsmen to display and sell their handicrafts. In the arid surrounding, this
space was in riot of colours. Mirror
work, applique work, bead jewelry, hand embroidered artifacts, bandhani ,
mirror frames and mobile covers made out of camel skin…..it was a treat to look
at.
Natives
of this part are majorly Ahir, Jat, Agariya, Baloch tribes. Men are lean and
thin with athletic body while women have chiseled features. In the barren land
they can be easily spotted by their bright coloured clothes. Layers and layers
of apparel save them from the dry heat. The natives are hardworking and simple
people and have learnt to survive happily in limited resources.
In
the handicraft market, I spotted a cheerful nymph displaying creative and colourful artifacts made with love and passion. Her stall had tit-bits like rug dolls,
purses, mobile holders, door hangers, hair clips, ear rings. The conglomeration
interested me but was not motivated enough to buy anything…. as the potential
users of this stuff have moved out of my home and became busy with their more
exciting campus life. I was watching extraordinary marketing skills of the 8
year old girl. In few minutes she had sold souvenirs to four tourists. Adorned
in bright blue coloured dress, she was wearing all possible jewelry. Her rustic
features and captive smile attracted many towards her small stall. She refused
to tell her name or take a picture unless you buy something from her stall.
It’s
interesting to see how human life adjusts and thrives upon in any
circumstances. It was astonishing to see in the dry, barren,
arid western tip of the country there is life full of colour and vigor!!
After
100 rupees and a rug doll I could click a lively snap of this Kutch cupid-
Kavita
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