What gives

I have always wondered what it would have been like to have grandparents. I am the youngest in a family of five siblings. My paternal grandmother who was the last to pass away missed me by a year. I watch my little niece and nephews interact with their grandparents and I keep wondering how much I must have missed. The way grandparents deal with their grand-children is so different from the way they would have dealt with their children. I have personally observed my parents interact with their grandchildren. They are a lot more demonstrative,more gentle and are way more lenient. Little Anhaita can get away with not having a bath for two whole days when in her summer holidays. She can play with the mud,gather the children from the streets in the compound,pick fruits from the trees ,skin her knees,play marbles in the street,not open her homework even once ,fight with her aunty,...and the list goes on. Little Martin could rip open a whole pillow with the softest feather and flood...

Her age read 38 but she did not look a year older than nineteen. Had been brought in with an overdose.She had howled the corridors of the hospital through the night. I went in to see her during the morning round,a nice lady,perfectly sane was sharing with me about her children's exploits. Mid-day,her children were brought in by the husband ,two lovely children in their adolescent years. Wept the entire visit through. Through the sobs were the insecurity of obviously failing marriage. The husband a dandy in his shorts and his shades bounced in and played the perfect father,hugging the children.. There was another lady,a friend ,I am not sure what her role was. It was impossible for anyone in the viscinity not to get involved. The relatives who were visiting the patient woud put in a word or two. It was perfect mix of emotional manipulation,helpessness,betrayal ,insecurity and I don't know what. I think I put on a year in just one day!

I was going through the last minute browsing through the ward in the acute medical unit to see if I had missed out on any last minute stuff to be handed over to the night team when I heard huffing ,puffing and groaning from behind the curtains of a monitored bed. I walked up to the lady there all of eighty and enquired .'Are you allright?' She was huffing and puffing away but had a wire in her hand which she was holding up. The night nurse came running after me to back me up incase there was an emergency. I got a mischevious look from the lady and in between catching her breath she mumbled short of swearing ,'Because this thing would not plug in I lost my bingo!'  

Doris May was sixteen when the second world war was on in full-scale. She was reading a book even as she was attatched to the moniter and her heart had but started beating normally. Even as I was to disturb her from her moment of utter involvement in the book,I decided to ask her what she was reading.It was a recollection of life during the wars as remembered by the lady author and a peep into three lives of the charecters in the book. Doris started chatting about what she remembered about the wars. She was one of the five in the family. She remembered other families having up to sixteen members. She wistfully declared ,'but we were happy then,each one of us helping each other out through the tough time.As little as we were ,we helped our mother with all the chores,worked in the factory and went into the bunkers when the siren went off.We did not have enough to eat but we were very happy.She did not seem too concerned about who the prime minister was then.She said,'I see ...

God loves the world .Man in his foolish wilfulness goes his own way and walks himself into extinction.I have a theory.People who are,so to say pro choice are going to choose themself into extinction. Abortion will reduce the numbers,homosexuality will as well and so will euthanasia,especially in the form in which Dr death seems to promote it. We can I think safely assume that some races in the world will be nought and it will not be the Indians or the Chinese.

An interesting day at the royal college of physicians. One of the topics of discussion was on ethics. The hot topic in the United kingdoms is euthanasia at the moment. These were international medical graduates from all the world over. Dr Peter Trewby decided to make it interactive. He asked for a show of hands in support of euthanasia.Seven hands in a room of around fifty candidates went up. The next question was more interesting. If allowed how many would be willing to administer it to a patient. There was a pin-drop silence and not a single hand went up. 200 Brits are said to have travelled to Sweden for assisted suicide.  

Having stayed in England for a year now,the longest I have been abroad,I have been exposed to an onslaught of a lot of noises.The only sane voices are the voices I hear from the pulpit of the churches,my quiet time and the Christian periodicals and the occasional quotes my colleagues throw in in the social sites. I had the privellage to visit the Christian medical fellowship building in London on sunday last. We had a team of doctors meeting up with Dr Sam and Sarah David. As Julian showed us around the office space,it left me thoughtful. It was an efficient set up ,like most places in England ,every little space was used to the full. It was also according to me,one of the lonely sane voices in the catenkerous mix of ever changing stands and values that the young generation seem to be inheriting. It was an important place..with an extremely important agenda. How important it is to speak up. The more exposure I get to the ways of even the Christian world,I realise how corru...