Sunday, December 25, 2016

The season.

I just said goodbye to a friend and I feel sad.Max is my junior doctor.A quiet kid who when he joined us looked like he would prefer to disappear from the usual welcome and farewells that go on.For the past two years he has been like a shadow supporting and helping me through the inconsistencies of my personality.I have raved and ranted,he has silently been there....a ready help...one with Divya ,supporting me when I have been at my weakest.
I took my time getting to know Max.Anyone can tell you that he is an introvert.Divya and myself often take time to rag him ,he takes it sportingly.He is the junior who has patiently painted the dustbins in the campus,designed the annual report cover for two continuos years,counted the tiles in the acute care unit umpteen number of times,defibrillated patients,done amputations,studied basic medicine with us ,just filled in whenever we have felt out of our depth.
I have never seen him loose it,,In the middle of getting picked out for something I have often wondered what must be going on in his mind,a blank look with fleeting shadows is all that we get but there is no carrying over.
It has been a blessing having him here.
The world is just so big and there are goings and comings all the time.
This was one going I felt ,acutely.Kudos to the kid.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Making Christmas memories!!

Made a quick trip to Lalitpur to see my friend Sheba and her family before I dash out of EHA ,'Kent'ward bound.Doing the MP highway at 100kms per hour,from a distance of about half a kilometre we saw a motorbike struggling to cross over.He seemed to be an amateur .Kamlesh tried his best to control his car while I prayed hard.At the last moment the man slid his bike right in front of us.Things could have turned tragic but for our Lord's mercy.We hit the pillion ,both the men were thrown out of the bike onto the road but the car made a smoothe stop so the men were safe ,just the light at the back was broken.
Out of nowhere a policeman landed up and a crowd came in.Things can turn ugly on the road. Two gentlemen, both of whom looked dignified, just appeared in the crowd and took control of the situation ,kept reiterating that it had not been our fault ,made us pay for the backlight and made way for us to leave the spot.Talk of guardian angels!
The morning when we started off from Laknadon ,I noticed when I prayed that I did not ask for protection,only to be a blessing whereever we would be.I did not change the wording wilfully because that was the way the prayer went.I had just been talking to Kamlesh about the things that matter half an hour earlier.
Once in Sagar,I took the bus from the private bus stand.It was an educative process,the entire thing.The first bus which was to leave Sagar at twelve-five got cancelled because there weren't enough passengers.We were put into the one o'clock bus.The bus did start at one.The distance would have been one and half hour's journey but the bus happily took four and a half hours.Initially my heart sank at the numerous detours to the village roads they were making and the stops every fifteen minutes but soon I caught on that the bus was meant for the local villagers.I sat back on my seat and enjoyed the ride.Thankfully the driver was sensitive enough to keep the music at a low volume throughout the journey.
When leaving Lakhnadon one of the staffs had quickly pushed a siver foil with some snack into my hand.That came in handy during the journey.While returning from Lalitpur another saintly woman pushed a plastic with her hand-made snack into my hands.I felt blessed to have a taste of God's providence in these small journeys of my life.
It was amazing two days spent with Aunt Christa,Andy Sheba,Asha ,Enoch,Benjy and ofcourse Leela di .Fragments of Christmas and pre-Christmas memories I will carry with me especially little Enoch's ready coffee and Horlicks which finished one large packet of milk in a single sitting and the warm breakfast, made to order.
Tonight we get-together for a time of Potlluck with my surrogate family in Lakhnadon.
Another seven days and I will be homeward bound.Will meet up my cousin and her children after a couple of years,will have the privellage to spend time with the family post-Christmas before I start the next phase of my life.The journey continues ......till I am safely 'Home' someday.

Sunday, December 18, 2016

One step more..




I am slowly but surely winding up my stuff from Lakhnadon.As usual I take a rough survey of my belongings and decide what I really want to carry with me.I have managed to collect a fair share of kitchen items ,thanks to my sunday cooking to feed the twelve youngsters.I never realised I liked glass so much as when I started filtering through my stuff only to find my weakness for the cutleries made of glass.I have a terracotta black pot which I have managed to put into a cardboard box.Apart from that I have an oven ,a coffeemaker and a blender I would like to carry with me.
I have two or three boxes of books some of which have lived through my various movements around the country,many added to the collection in Lakhnadon..
Strangely enough,I don't have much clothes and anyway none that I covet.Bulk of my beddings were bought when I had visitors in Herbertpur,most of which I am not planning to lug around and ofcourse I have two or three files full of papers which seems to be the only necessity if I want to be legally viable.
Three years of my life.....that's it...I'll only know in eternity.

Friday, December 16, 2016

These days..

The last week has been strange to say the least,I had to travel to Raipur for my IELTES.I had three days in hand in a strange town.Divya booked a place for me in the pastoral centre which fed me with the tastiest putta I have had in my life.The cost was unbelievable ,just two hundred rupees per day.
The written and the spoken were in two different places which were a rickshaw ride away from the place where I was staying.The first day an old rickshawpuller seems to have fleeced me of fifty bucks extra.The next day I decided to partly walk and caught a rickshaw halfway.What amused me and touched me also the next day was the reaction of the rickshawpuller to my ten rupees coin.He blankly refused to take it from me.
Just a day earlier I was catching up with my juniors on current affair.One of them commented that one rickshawpuller had committed suicide because he could not feed his family,but he further added that it was his own fault because he had an old one thousand rupees note in his person when he died.Much to the chagrin and discomfort of my junior I felt extremely hurt by his comment.and I gave him a sound dressing down as he looked helplessly on.As I often do ,I mulled over why I actually lost it.I realised it was the realisation that he was oblivious of how the dynamics worked in the lives of the people who live in deprivation.They already have so many battles to fight in their lives and to add to it when they are unable to spend their hard-earned money I cannot even begin to think of the toll it would have on their person.It does not take much to trigger off suicide in a person who has the inclination.I remember two adolescents admitted in one of the hospitals, had tried deliberate self harm in reaction to a fight they had had over a remote control of a television.
I had a lot of time in hand in Raipur so I picked up a biography of Che Guiverra which made a fascinating read.On my way back, the frontline had series of articles on Fidel Castro so I was full up with latin American politics of the fifties and the sixties .
I see a vast improvement in the railways in the last one year or so.The facility was very convenient and the TTs seem to be of another brand from what we were used to in Bengal.Not only are they extremely cordial,thay are also not corrupt and have no qualms about upgrading our RACs when there are seats available.I have not travelled through Kolkotta in the recent years so am not sure how things are in that part.
The ATMs were all non-functional.The card payments could not be made in most places because of link failure.One of the staffs who had borrowed some money from me sometime ago paid back half the sum so I had some money to see me through the Raipur trip.
My journey continues from day to day...doing what needs to be done and what can be done....it is going to be a hectic farewell to 2016 .......I have a lot of travelling ahead of me.