Shantala
Monday, February 22, 2016
Thursday, October 1, 2015
The Valentine mystery..
.
What do I love?
You?
Or being in love?
Or being in love with you?
What do I have?
The world?
Or naught?
Or a world in confusion fraught?
Who am I?
The someone?
Or someone
that simply went by?
Do things pass?
Or fester.
To stay,
and die, without an answer?
What do I love?
Love?
Or Life?
Or the life in love?
You?
Or being in love?
Or being in love with you?
What do I have?
The world?
Or naught?
Or a world in confusion fraught?
Who am I?
The someone?
Or someone
that simply went by?
Do things pass?
Or fester.
To stay,
and die, without an answer?
What do I love?
Love?
Or Life?
Or the life in love?
Belly button saga…
A bejeweled belly button is quite a distraction when you begin to seriously examine a woman for an abdominal complaint. (will talk about abs-tattoos another time. This time it is on 3D fashion) Most often it takes you by surprise for as the sheet is discretely withdrawn to allow examination, there it is, the gravity of all attention. I hope women do not notice my sharp intake of breath or a slight popping of eyeballs. They have been having it for so long that they do not realize there is anything amiss. But then initially, I would find it hard not to stare, keep poker face and stop the vocal cords from an involuntary ”Oh!” or “Hey!” But then familiarity breeds discretion!! Next, to avoid looking at it even as I palpate the abdomen, all the while wondering what if this woman needed a Laparoscopy where we must look into the abdomen by sticking an optical tube through the umbilicus. May it increase her chance of infection? I wonder.
Bejeweled tongues, eyebrows, lips are all there, but a pierced belle button is quite an enigma. I have seen Zircon/ ruby studs; silver rings and just a speck of a shining wink. Many years ago women went to plastic surgeons to get a perfect umbilicus. But now, getting it pierced not only takes the attention off from an imagined or really ugly navel, saves the Plastic surgeon’s fancy charges and captures viewers’ attention and leaves them wondering about hidden mysteries!!I have seen many women with twin jewels at the doors of the physiological dimple. It actually reminded me of ugly dental braces but then style, like sex, is in minds of people!!
Then there are others who, for some reason, take it off. Yet I know a stud has been there because of the scar and do not forget to confirm my suspicion. According to my assessment, laparoscopy leaves a better scar than a removed BB jewel, actually. Inspection-palpation-percussion and auscultation are the 4 modalities and sequence of patient examination that I have been taught and so a pierced navel is a must to be observed! I wont be surprised if a student is failed if he/she did not mention a pierced umbilicus( either out of embarrassment or excitement) if they saw one in their exam case.
As my wash my hands at the sink, another image embedded in my grey cells, I wonder how my male colleagues are coping with such an unsuspected finding…..how many dropped jaws and popped eyeballs….!!
The Buddha was lucky....
The Buddha said:
Shun ambitions.
School teachers fed:
Chase them!!
Buddha was lucky.
The people he left,
chose to free him,
let him;
and left him.
My world's more sticky.
Moorings to heft,
Karmas at helm;
Fortunes flit
in fancies; at whim...
Tears and smiles
strange bed-fellows.
The teachers were right,
The Buddha was wrong.
Ambitions shunned
with nowhere to go;
make dreams throb
in graves of zombies...
Lives must be endured,
living amidst lives.
Not exiled in jungles.
But the Buddha was lucky.
He could afford the jungles.
Castles of sand....
To lease this life,
and walk away.
Claim sabbatical
and overstay....
Between status-quos
and fast paced days;
orphan hours
will find their ways.
Will walk the track,
trudge the drudge,
and die the death;
-as unborn face!
Don't cling to me,Life!
Learn living
In-absentia.
In silent sepia!
For
I may walk away,
claim sabbatical
and overstay...
Friday, October 10, 2014
COMA
COMA
As a doctor, I sense a situation getting
out of hand. Even before those final moments, I perceive the futility of
further endeavors, resigning to helplessly watch the patient slip through my
hands. Slipping, sliding into oblivion, into the arms of Death…letting go with
dignity and decency. However, it would always take me time to get over (though
not fully) the scene of my patient dying.
…. And now, as I am sprawled on the hospital bed,
amidst snaking tubes and beeping monitors; as white linened doctors and nurses
confer in hushed tones; the same sense of foreboding returns.
I am the doctor-patient slipping
into oblivion, into the obituary columns of tomorrow. I cannot recall the
events that led me to this hospital admission. My lids are closed, yet I can
sense, rather vividly, what’s happening-like a slide show on a giant screen. I
‘see’ a battery of doctors, all my colleagues of various
specialty/sub-specialty/super-specialty attending on me since-I don’t know when.
Strangely, I have a confusing sense of time and biorhythm. Surprisingly, it is
not deteriorating either. Rather it appears to be gearing up for something
else-something beyond my comprehension yet.
Coma-in medical language means failure of the patient to respond to deep
external stimuli. It represents the end of a spectrum of human consciousness
passing through drowsiness-stupor-semi coma. So, when a deep painful stimulus
such as pressure on the breastbone or shin, or a pinch on the nail bed fails to
evoke any response from a patient, it is medically classified as coma. And as I
was just beginning to experience coma, I realized that coma from a patient’s
perspective is beyond the medical knowledge.
As a doctor who practiced
evidence-based medicine; I saw, thought and believed that comatose patients were
not aware of their surroundings. And surely I felt nothing too, though my
colleagues were doing all the confirmatory physical tests on me. However, gradually,
I began to became ‘conscious’ of other things less physical. My mind was
startlingly wakeful and I was swathed in bright ethereal light as my senses
were at their alert-most.
It scared me that I could see myself
thus. I could see my brain too! I see that most parts of my brain- the
parietal, temporal and occipital lobes are paling and withering ….Those parts
of brain associated with routine human faculties were losing all power. Yet, one
isolated part was rejuvenating. It was the fore part of brain-the Frontal lobe.
The actual functions of the frontal lobe are still medically undeciphered and a
large portion of its function in humans’ faculties remains an enigma. Does the
frontal lobe’s function actually begin at these times then? There was no way
they could know because a comatose patient could never respond!
My mysterious odyssey had just
begun. I was journeying thro all the long-term memories. Transported through
time backwards…glimpses of medical school, of infatuated adolescence, school days,
my rattle and cradle and finally I felt the experience of being unborn. I was
back in my mother’s womb and the consciousness of the foetus felt something
akin to my consciousness now. I was growing smaller, engulfed by the womb fluid
with the umbilical cord playing between my limbs.
The womb was a strange place. It had
a silence of its own. Quietness interspersed with unique sounds-the ripple of
the fluid as I moved around, the distant sounds of my mother’s lung working and
the rumblings of her intestines which were closer by. The walls were dark and
the interior very warm and secure. I basked in absolute fearlessness.
I grew smaller until I was finally a
single cell. The next minute I was split into a rounded egg and a rapidly
moving sperm! And suddenly there was darkness…..
I was terrified. Was this coma for
every patient? What was happening? Vivid
hallucinations? A scene from a sci-fi I had never read? No! This experience was
for real. It was as true as my existence-or rather as my transitional
non-existence! Nobody could ever know because I was in coma-in limbo! I could
neither talk, gesture nor even move by volition…. trapped in an autistic body.
I slipped into further
disorientation and I knew not the time, day or place of my being. Rapidly
losing memory of this life, I appreciated disembodiment. It didn’t scare me. I was
blissfully naked-devoid of a physical form, sheared of negative feelings of
sorrow, anger, malice, greed, impatience, lust and the ilk. Brimming with joy,
love, serenity and contentment, I wished it would last forever. I could’ve died
happily then!
Death? Death?? Who was this in coma then? Was it I? Dying? It cannot be,
for here I was enjoying my current predicament, which was the anti-thesis of
death. Who was I then? The doctor? Or
this me-Myself, in this wonderful state? I looked at the doctor’s brain and saw
only the frontal lobe working. Activated at the time of transition from Life to
Death. Did it hold the secret key to this Mystery?
As I wondered, I sensed (heard) an
unearthly, low hum. Gradually becoming a roar, it engulfed my consciousness (The
identity now no longer myself or my being). The sound was inside and outside me
and it was me. Simultaneously I began floating-drifting along, driven by an
unseen current. The darkness gradually became a purplish hue showing long
stretches of coral-reef-like structures. I began to wonder and immediately saw
a sea of marine creatures-of all sizes, shapes and hues. I had never ever seen so
many varieties before and the ones emitting light (bioluminescence?) appeared
eerie.
Thus, submerged in what I presumed
to be some water body, I had a glimpse of the underwater world. I saw huge
sharks, tiny fish and plants that were half animals. Gradually, the outline of every
creature began to fade until only a bright Rainbow hued light was visible at
its center. The lights seemed so serene, fearless and healing. Were they the
souls visible to me in my current state? Was the light the Life? Was it the
Consciousness? Was I also looking like a multihued Light right there in the
water? The water kindled memories of the amniotic fluid in the womb. This was
one large womb housing myriad lives. But where was the Mother?
As I began thinking amidst the
constellation of rainbow lights, I was suddenly thrust up and out-I was
air-borne! Weightless, empty and floating; I was the feather on a bird’s wing
and the tail of a kite-flying in abandon. The ether was around as far as I
could fathom. I cruised past several stars and indeed even landed in one of
them. It was a ball of fire and I wandered in it. The fire had its own
thoughts-it was raging at one place and was soothing in the other. It was
calmly burning now but became violent later. I swam in the fire basking in its
moods. I climbed one tongue and as it licked the ether, I rolled off again.
So! This was the ether that
suspended all the heavenly bodies! The fire I left now-was it the Sun? Many stellar
bodies hurtled through me rushing out to nowhere. This was all so True-so
existent that I felt I naturally belonged with them! As I entered yet another
phase of thoughtlessness-of just being, I found myself back in a territory,
which I now found only vaguely familiar-the Earth.
A kaleidoscope of scenes passed
by-or did I pass through them? I was a poor Chinese farmer toiling in the far
away fields, a battered baby in a European home, a semi-clad middle-aged
prostitute on the streets of Taiwan, a black slave of colonial America. Several
more glimpses-a Rishi of ancient India, a casualty of ethnic strife somewhere
in Russia, the consort of an Egyptian Pharaoh, a wizened Eskimo dying of
pneumonia, a designer child of two gay men, a crawling insect in a rain-forest,
a crater on the Moon’s surface…and many more… What were these? Were these my
past and future? Who was the real me? All of these or none of these?
For now, I was trapped in this
doctor’s body. I could now see her frontal lobe gradually losing its luster too
and finally it withered. So that meant the crossover was complete. I was free
again….
In Memoriam: Dr.
Kalyani, a renowned city doctor died in a private nursing home late last night.
She was in coma for the past five days. Doctors attending on her said….
Friday, September 12, 2014
Glue-less!!
Tree and climber at Auroville, Pondicherry |
Memories cling
with sepia-ed fronds.
Plastered recalls
of hidden roots.
Yester times wink
through cryptic awnings,
as unbidden tableau
of careless timings..
Time see-saws
in relentless recalls.
Just this life time.
Mercifully,
yester lives slink
into welcome
forgetfullness!!
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