What gives

I was taking the congregation through the life of Simon Peter and his relationship with Jesus.Throughout Christ's ministry on earth we see Simon Peter as a fallible human being showing streaks of genious,impetuos and blatantly short of most things expected of him.Yet when Jesus' appears to the disciples after the crucification he leaves the ministry of reconcilliation to Peter,firstly by reconciling him to himself and then to the greater ministry of God.He asks Peter the pertinant question -'Do you love me?'.When Peter says he does,he asks Peter to look after his sheep. He could have asked this question to Peter just before he was crucified,after all what is more important to man than his life . The fact that Christ had the question for Peter at that juncture, points towards the importance the events that were to follow after the crucification had for the Christ -the ministry was more important than anything that we as human beings deem important in our lives today. ...

In the out-patient in Uttraula,a young lady walked in.She caught my attention because of her bright happy smile which lingered on...she had a micrognathia and a pinched nose but her happiness showed..she was beautiful.I just about heard the staff nurse informing them that she was in the family way and the husband responding,'that's what they say!'.The nurse in a huff told the husband off. I was looking at her with a clinician's eye so I asked her to open her mouth to check her palate at which the husband immediately rebutted-'I have had a dream that she was able to talk!'.It was then that it struck us that she was deaf and dumb. That's how all of us started chatting with the couple.With the husband verbally and with the wife ...well she understood every word of what we said...they were so full of wonder,both of them! It was amazing ,I had seen more than a hundred ladies walking past that out-patient with different complaints and ailments-there was just on...

India with it's population ,has promises and it has it's desperadoes! The government has started the RSBY schemes to insure health for the below poverty line patients and guess who benefits from the arrangement in UP?It is the touts.There is something about the average Indian psyche which is forever tryinhg to beat the system to make money somewhere,somehow!The touts collect the BPL patients from the villages,herd them to the local nursing homes and get cuts,afterall the government is willing to shell out Rs.30,000 per patient and this is the kind of money the poor may never see.It feeds the greed of the private providers and the touts make money..I dread to even try and understand the dynamics of how the system works at the ground level but how I wish it did not work the way it does...somehow the whole 'idea'behind it seems lost!

I find this land of UP fascinating to say the least.I am in Uttraula,a four hours drive from Lukhnow in a predominantly muslim area-it almost reminds me of old delhi.There are mosques and more mosques and the domes against the backdrop of the skies look beautiful.There are ladies in burkha and men with long beards everywhere,at peace with themselves and with the world at large.You can hear the friday prayers almost touching the skies.....a man at the microphone at it.i take a rickshaw to the the market to buy some fruits and I feel absolutely at home with the RP giving me a running commentary about the place.He is an old man in his fifties ,salt of the earth type who has been taking the hospital staffs to the market since time immemorial. The hospital is one of it's kind.It's what a mission hospital should be, in the middle of nowhere.A small place with the faithfuls toiling on in a balanced life...,no huge structures,no kingdoms built....no so-called monuments to show ...just...

One can easily count the number of banana trees in the campus....each time the fruit starts looking decent enough it starts dissapearing in ones and twos...most days it belongs to noone in particular so nobody minds but everyone seems to keep a count of the fruit and one often hears a running commentary of the current score.Dr Binks when he left the campus left us a tree laden with a bunch.All of us mess members were keeping a close watch on it.Since it was in the premises of the mess it was taken for granted that it would ultimately fall on the plate of the mess members. One morning I saw Nandu dragging the whole bunch across the mess floor.I made a mental note of it absent mindedly and carried on with my business of eating. In the evening Moilen ,the cook gave me an up-date on what actually happened. With our single track mind it had completely slipped our minds that there was another group who would lay claim to the fruits in the premise and due to the sheer law of occupancy ri...

Walking from the hospital to the mess in the peak heat of the afternoon one patient caught me on the way and asked me that tough question I dread the most-what is the date today?I can't for the world of me figure out why I find the question so dreadfully tough.I could have the calender glaring at me from the board in front of me and I would still take a cool three minutes to get my orientation right.i realised on the retrospect that I had given her the wwrong date. I remember my room-mate from the college days,who remembered my bank ids,roll number,anything that had to do with remembering numbers-I wonder if it is plain laziness or something more.I am pretty good at maths.My teachers singled me out as the lady who was extremely good with numbers and was kind enough to express their super high expectations of me during my board exams.I was good with logic and was at one time the only student in the class who could deal with it. Sushma walked into the OPD with a chart and I ask her...

Four days post-surgery and I feel beaten but not out.It's been a busy sunday with Kenny and the CMC kids in town.They have gone fishing to the dam -the other team apparently caught twenty five small fishes...I am not too sure about the CMC kids...but just the novelty of catching a rod in a moving water should be refreshing on a hot summer day.Some of us even go swimming there. The church was good with the children doing their VBS presentations.No sermon but the dramas were heavily laced with messages so we had enough food for thought. Amidst the apparent drama of being generally indiposed,I had to go through the rigour of talking tough to a poor old,village parent of one of the nursing student who seem to have apparently gone astray...i still feel absolutely lost...??how do you talk tough to a parent of a young girl from the remote corner of the country,who has put in his life's saving...,got into debt heavily to push a girl child into the nursing school with aspirations of ...