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Drive to Ranchi

Drive to Ranchi in summers always has some way of fascinating you with the nature's flirting with it's element to give you that unique experience which strikes you at that particular moment and that could be the only time you will ever see it.You are left trying to describe the experience to all who will listen and wonder what the fuss is about. This time it was the golden orange orb in the sky sliced into four equal parts by two strands of sheet white cloud criss-crossing each other.It struck me so hard all of a sudden that I exclaimed- what is that?? My companions in the vehicle apologetically said it is the sun.....I couldn't dwell in it or wax eloquent about it because such was the company but took a snap-shot of it mentally to dwell in it at leisure when I could. The other sight was again of the sand playing havoc on a hot summer afternoon swirling away in circles in a limited area climbing on to itself forming a castle ,I watched it in fascination,even as I wonder


I like catching up with the local news from the drivers on the drive back to the hospital whenever I am away from the campus.Two hot topics of Palaumu-are the Operation green-hunt and the water table.About the former he tells me every one in the villages are familiar with the term regardless of whether they know what it is-but he hasn’t been hearing about much action from either side apart from the burning down of jungles that is taking place in the near-by places. He had a very different way of answering my second question though.He says the Parhaiyas of Salaiya have had to dig deep and dig hard with their hands this year to retrieve some drinking water.Apparently there is a tribe of Parhaiyas in some parts of Jharkhand who actually dig the ground near the river with their hands to get some drinking water.They are very good with handicrafts and are adept at making bamboo products.Apparently ,banyas have settled down amidst them ,and trade the bamboo products they make with grains,a

It doesn't end there!

Fifteen years ago at Nav-jivan in Palaumu when Dr Bethsheba and Mr Andy Eicher decided to introduce the DOTs under the RNTCP programme ,it was not a cake-walk.There were sceptisism all the way.The hospital had been treating tuberculosis since the outset with patients coming in from as far as the adjacent states of UP and Bihar.Dr Bethsheba fortunately had not done internal medicine like myself but had done the more balanced family medicine under excellent teachers who had strong opinion on the subject.The model at the mother institution in Oddanchattram was reproduced at Nav-jivan including an erstwhile 'Ganeshan clone' who did a great job with the counselling and follow up. When they were to leave the institution they were wise enough to leave the charge of the clinic to a spate of junior doctors-well-trained,extremely sincere,focussed,comitted and convinced by the thrice weekly RNTCP regime.The systemn was in place and the clinic ran almost mechanically with the counsellors


Adam fell in Eden...with the nudge from Eve.. Birthing a whole lot of pain.. Rippling ,jostling...passing from one hand to the other building,breaking,changing,moulding...finishing...and starting. I don't wish you less pain.. You live on the fallen earth, will have your share What I wish you is the ability to handle pain by the grace given freely in Christ For the ultimate purpose for which man was made(To glorify God!) I wish you victory over the fall. Nothing less.


How do I like Herbertpur? Herbertpur sure suits my style.It is a quiet hospital nestled in the foothills of the himalayas-an hour's drive from Dehradun.The hospital is a clinician's delight with simultanaeous DNB courses going on with the hospital work.You have books for company,a host of wonderful juniors -eager to learn ,books and more books and easy access to information .Delhi is just six hours away.It beats me to think I will be at my sister's at ten in the morning when I board here at five-my little neice who keeps weeping at the thought of my leaving her home will be able to spend more time with me. It is peaceful to say the least.Early hours,you actually hear the birds singing and the air is super clean.The patients who come in are beautiful people.One of them even offered to go to the market and mend my broken slippers which i was dragging on my feet.They speak a language,I can by God's grace decipher ...but more then that I get bowled over by their clean,inn


Read SHANTARAM in two sound sittings in a single day.Loved every bit of it. The author has revelled and plunged into the heart of India not many of us are familiar or would wish to acknowledge exists.It's the reality of the murky,gory underworld and the Mumbai slums.In the crumbling fabric of the human diaspora of a world that lies just a stone's throw away from our plastic world ,there lies pearls of humanity and values sifted and grasped whole-heartedly only by those who are willing to dig deep ,get their hands dirty and embrace the package in toto !Shantaram was forced by the circumstances of his life to walk the live-wire-he does it, not just in a bid to survive but to live it ,and live it to it's fullest.The book inspire you to look beyond the boxes that compartmentalises people ,situation,places to discover the genius that lies waiting to be discovered.What a book!