What gives

Thought would take a break in Panchmarhi which is the only hill-station in MP. Coming from a hill-station and a remarkably beautiful one for that I frankly did not expect much.I had not bargained for the MP admin to have such brains. The most touristy part of Panchmarhi has been preserved well and has been kept clear of the usual hawkers who hijack tourist places and make it almost unbearable. Most facilities are owned by the MP government and all the tourist places mantained by the department of forest and is awe-inspiring. We had a guide alloted who was extremely intelligent and knew how to sell the places according to the sentiments.The gypsy driver was a young guy who seemed innocent enough so we had a good time good naturedly pulling their legs and enjoying the beautiful point s. There is Ridgegarh,Dhoop garh,and even a still ,clean water body in the middle of no-where,yes it is actually clean.The landscape in the movie Ashoka with those fantabulous rocks and water bodies i...

Some days God’s heavenly choir Greets me in the morning. Twittering birds in symphony Sings the day is dawning I open my eyes in daze and delight I ask myself-do I join in? A prayer , an overwhelming gratitude, Joy and God-filled fortitude, Plea for loved ones,an aching need, The patients in the ward ,that they be healed, Grace overflowing ,the spirit’s call, Sealed with His love,Lord Jesus my all.

Each time I handle an emergency, Moving hands ,feet ,head and feelings , to bind up the bleeding and the bruised, a little part of me wears out. Sometimes it is like ,'Master,I cannot take it any more.' Is there an easier way out? A little more facility,a little less hitting in the dark, a little more clarity..but the sick are suffering, they are hurting ...,and they cannot go to the USA. So you do what you can,and then leave things in God's mighty hand. To heal the sick and the physician.

I did not wake up to the all encompassing brilliant presence of the Lord in the room as I did yesterday. My heart was not humming a psalm when I opened my eyes this morning. I was woken up rudely by the shrill telephone bell-to a patient breathless and distressed. Pneumothorax it was ,half an hour later ,chest tube inserted I sit out on my chair and wait on the Lord. It is deadly still outside ,knee high grasses in the lawn before me stands still ,beaten in it's unspoken inneundo only by the hot air that does not blow. I strum my guitar and sing a few psalms....I pray to the Lord ..... 'I thirst for you my whole being longs for you,O Lord in a dry and parched land where there is no water' and yet as I sang earlier... 'You are a God who brings forth fruit from dead and arid land and You are also the same God who pours out living water from a dry river bed...You are the Master of my life ...your Grace which is better than life, is mine for eternity'. That...

Small joys of life cannot be taken for granted. Yesterday after work the electricity went for a sixer so I pulled my arm-chair out and sat on my verandah watching the staffs and the children at it, at various games. Suddeny I had all the young ladies,anywhere between one to nine years storm my paraphenalia asking me for chocolates.I got down talking with them. The window into the children's world is fascinating to say the least.Yesterday my friend in England wrote to me about her little one who I believe remembers me and asks often when I will be coming to England next. I remember that intelligent child with such fascination ,even now when I go back to read the blogs I have written then, I am filled with joy. Coming back to the present I noticed that the boys had balls and bat and were busy playing with their boy thing but the girls did not have anything. So I offered to play with them.We played box ,which I seem to have partially forgotten and then I taught them 'baby s...

A young girl was brought to me by one of the community health workers from the village of Chapara. She had had a recent history of having migrated to Nagpur to work as a labourer in the roads with her grandmother.She had studied till the ninth class. The history went that when they were about to make the journey home she started weeping profusely and started behaving abnormally and stopped speaking altogether. My colleague who was sitting across the table suggested that there might be a history of abuse. As we got talking to her she opened up .We had a sketchy history in hand which suggested abuse,exploitation,wrong counsel,ignorance and a way of life… I have had a glimpse into the life of a migrant in an earlier occasion while looking after the tuberculosis programme in Nav-jivan in Satbarwa.Fighting to bring tuberculosis under control in the area with a highly disciplined ,organized and participatory programme ,one always found that one was out-done by a ...

We started the Chappara clinic the wednesday last.There is a fantastic set-up there sans man-power which a team from the hospital is trying to cover.We are glad of what response we are getting and if the Lord wills it hopefully we will see some fruits in that field.We hope to hold the clinic every wednesdays and saturdays. In the meantime we continue to grapple with some extremely poor patients who walk in through our door.We feel quite totally helpless. Today again I had a gentleman brought in with anuria,uraemia,acidosis,low platelet,liver cell failure who is fighting it in the new ACU.We have already given them a bad prognosis but he continues to battle it. We are also getting a spate of heart patients.All sorts from frank MI,heart blocks,sick sinus syndrome,fast AF in CCF,CHRVD and the list goes on. One other amazing thing that happened this week is that a lady whose fallopian tubes we had re-canalised a few months back ,has conceived.The husband and wife came beaming from ear ...