Stop hating Doctors

  • Violence against doctors on the rise.. We can see a lot of such cases… Doctors being attacked if someone critical is dead..
  • Everyone must be aware of the recent incident at West Bengal.. Four Doctors were brutally attacked by a mob of around 200 people as an 85 years old gentleman died of heart attack.. One of the doctors is in critical condition.. Many such incidents happened in the past..
  • According to me, the world, sorry India, is divided into two groups of people – Medicos and non-medicos.. It happens all the time.. Whenever something bad happens to doctors and if we agitate against it, the whole world turn against us.. Even people, who constantly seek medical advice and treatment from us free of cost, talk ill about doctors..
  • You may think that doctors are over-reacting.. Slogans like “stop violence against doctors” as everyone’s status, Doctors wearing black badge and other means of protest.. No, we are not over-reacting.. What we are doing is the least..
  • A clinic near my place was severely attacked as a critically ill patient died minutes after he was brought.. The doctor did his best resuscitation but could not revive the patient.. It was neither his fault that the patient died nor he is Jesus Christ to rise people from the dead..
  • Even I had several such experiences when I was working in GH.. It was loaded with accident, assault and drunken drive cases.. So constantly we were exposed to drunk people, with most of them shouting at us for no reason..
  • The scenario in my present PHC is different..Some Non-drunk, stable people have the habit of visiting PHC after OP hours and shouting at the staffs and workers if the doctor is not available on his seat… And they try to intimidate us capturing photos of the doctor’s chair.. Are we supposed to sit in that chair 24*7??? In PHC, treating Out Patients is only about 30% of our job.. We have to conduct deliveries, have field work, meetings, trainings etc.. And we are also humans, with a gastrointestinal tract.. We have to eat and attend to nature’s calls too.. I kindly request these photographers to be with their camera throughout the night to find doctors attending delivery cases even if they are not on duty..
  • Once we had a tea party at PHC for my son’s first birthday… It started after 12pm(after finishing the OP) and it took place for less than 10 minutes.. We have no room for relaxing or taking rest.. So we gathered in the USG room and had tea, snacks… But this thing was discussed in some Grama Sabha meeting (as a complaint) as doctors having tea while patients are waiting.
  • You guys, who spread such news for fame or whatever, are doing no good to the people.. You, in fact are destroying the belief of poor people who cannot afford to private hospitals and are completely dependent on Govt. Hospitals.. You are making them feel inferior.. Having no other way, they are coming to govt hospitals with the hope that they will get cured.. By spreading only the negative things about govt hospitals, you are destroying their hope.. But the spreaders can very well afford to private hospitals.. And you discourage the doctors who really want to serve the people well..πŸ‘Ž
  • Once we had a mega camp at a school.. All the doctors in our Block were together seeing patients.. A female doctor was seeing pregnant mothers.. It is our prime duty to explain mothers about the benefits they could get from the government.. So she explained about MRMBS scheme and the monetary benefits she could get if she delivered in a govt hospital… Avlo dan.. Within a few minutes she came back with her husband having a fierce look.. He shouted at the doctor saying, “do you think we came to you as we have no money.. Mind your words..”, and so on.. He nearly hurt her and the soft natured doctor almost cried.. Probably a newly married couple and the husband wants to prove his wife that he is rich.. But listen, this is not the place to showcase your wealth and arrogance.. In my mind I cursed him to the core..

I’ve mentioned only a few of the many things that I’ve experienced..

India is no more a good place for doctors.. That’s all I can say..

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My language my pride

“Mummy please speak in nalla tamil.. My son started speaking and you should teach him good tamil words.”

My inner mind yelled at me, “hey you, stop right there.. What’s wrong with your language??”

Yeah, right.. What’s wrong with my language? Pure tamil is possible only in written form and in movies like Bahubali.. And of course while delivering speech on stage.. Imagine how life will be if we speak like Raja matha and Kattappa at home..

No language provides the comfort and happiness that our local language provides.. It is a part of our home.. I think it is our responsibility to transfer the aroma and essence of our local language to the next generation..

What we believe as nalla thamizh is not actually pure tamil… It must be some regional tamil, which probably originated from some city and found it’s way of propagation through television and movies..

When I first talked to my husband through phone, I expected him to speak in the so called nalla thamizh.. To my surprise, the guy who was out of town since his 6th std, talked in local Thoothoor thamizh… This was the first thing that attracted me towards him.. Anga vizhunthava dan..

According to me, no language is superior or inferior to the other.. It is all about communication.. If one understands what the other speaks, the duty of language is fulfilled.. English, being the universal language, is inevitable.. But it’s not like we have to avoid our mother tongue and teach only English to our kids. These brainy next generation kids are smart enough to get adapted to multiple languages.. Many of my professors, who studied in Tamil medium schools, speak in fluent and impeccable English..

I should tell about the beauty of my local tamil.. Being in the border between Kerala and Tamilnadu, our language also is a blend of tamil and malayalam.. We use some malayalam words like ulli, vellam, karukku, karukku vellam etc.. Tamilians calls us mallus and malayalis call us tamils.. Some people even call us Srilankans..

My college friends, who visited our home, found our language strange for the first time.. They got adapted subsequently and even started teaching some of the words to others.. In this way, I’ve done my job of propagating my languageπŸ™

Once my mom told my friend, “Fire.. Ni ipo konjam vannam‘a iruka”.. She then asked me secretly, “ennadi, amma enna sonnanga.. Nan romba colour aayitena??”

“Ha ha.. No di loosu.. Here vannam means gundu.. Not colour..” πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

I like some of the local words used by my friends at home.. Fire’s mom, who’s from Nellai, uses the word ele in-between.. Chandy calls her dad “naina naina”..That word is full of love.. And my muslim friend from Kayalpatinam uses words like varuviyala, poviyala.. I keep looking at her mouth when she talks to her mom.. My Madurai friend uses words like varuvainga, povainga.. I’ve seen many doctors from Madurai Medical college using these words..

See how beautiful these words are.. So I request all my-generation-moms to teach at least the key words of our local language to our kids.. Thank you.. πŸ˜ƒ πŸ˜ƒ

New year celebration at PHC

Without festivals and celebrations, man would have gone mad centuries ago.. Hence to retain our sanity at workplace, New year is celebrated every year at our Block Primary Health Centre.. Thanks to our BMO for initiating this event and continuing it every year..

I took part for the first time and I feel it’s worth writing something about this day..

Black ladies

I’m lucky as I found a group of lady doctors of my age group who are willing to follow a colour code every time we meet.. We have a WhatsApp group which becomes active on the day before we meet (mostly review meetings), to discuss about our dress code.. Red for the first time, Green saree once, Peacock for Dr.Resha’s daughter’s birthday party, Yellow for my son’s birthday party and VIBGYOR once.. But this time, we wanted to be different and chose to wear Black saree, which is my favourite.. Thanks to our bridge, Dr.Resha for her colour code initiative..

At least a little bit of time should be spent on photography as toooo much of time is spent on draping saree and make up.. So we took as much selfies as possible and made use of everybody who accidentally smiled at us..

Foooood

A celebration is incomplete without food.. We had delicious mutton biriyani, chicken fry, curd rice and other biriyani accessories.. All set to participate in the following fun games..

Welcome dance

What a performance!!! I kept laughing throughout the dance.. Couldn’t roll over the floor and laugh as I had to keep up my decorum and protect my silk saree..

The song was played using the latest technology available : a mic held against a cellphone’s speaker..🎀

The best part is, the dancers (female staffs) made entry 3 times.. At first, everyone entered with a piece of cloth on their hands and started dancing.. Then the senior staff shouted, “hey, thappu thappu.. You stand there and you stand here.. Stop the song..”.. They left the stage and re-entered with the same piece-of-cloth dance.. The senior staff stopped again and they had a small practice on stage.. They re-entered again and danced non-stop.. πŸ™πŸ™ The best performer is the senior staff who is about to retire in 3 months..

Songs

Our dentist, a well-known singer, performs in every occasion.. But this time, he chose to portray his creativity rather than his singing ability.. He beautifully displayed the transition in love songs since 1950s, by choosing the most popular romantic song every five years..It started with ival senthamizh then mozhiyal.. Undoubtedly it ended with “evandi unna pethan pethan.. Avan kaila kedacha sethan sethan”..

Then came a man with a beautiful voice whose mesmerising performance was interrupted every time he took a breath.. It was the crowd, including me, who clapped believing that the song ended every time he stopped for a breath..πŸ‘πŸ‘

I should write about the group song in which, the lyrics caught our attention.. They stole music from the song enge antha vennila, enge antha vennila?? and incorporated their public health lyrics enge ratha sogaye, enge ratha sogaye?? (where is anaemia, where is anaemia??).. Tears started pouring out from my eyes..πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

After a few more events, the fun games started in which I had a part..I’ll write about it in my next post..

UKG Part 2

Back to kindergarten me.. Here I’ve compiled a few more incidents that flash in my mind when I ruminate on my UKG days..

Neil Armstrong

I came to know about this great man, as the man who first landed on the moon, when I enacted like him in the fancy dress competition.. My mom, who had zero idea about this make over, wanted me to perform this role.. Obviously, a make over came out which is not even accidentally remotely related to this image. .

My mom got the help of an uncle (my uncle’s friend), who came to school with a helmet and some accessories.. I’m dressed in a black suit which is the second good dress shopped by my dad from Kuwait.. The helmet, heavier than my head, is placed on my head.. A black bag, with some weightless stuffs inside just to fill it, is hung on my back. Then a tube, which I remember is an intravenous infusion set, is tied connecting the helmet and the bag.. Then he handed over a long stick to me and enacted how to use it.. Mr.Neil Armstrong is all set to land on the moon..

I landed on stage with this bizarre make over just to see the perplexed audience.. I made some different walking moves with the stick hitting the floor.. After several years, I realised that a stick must be used by Neil Armstrong to walk on the moon without gravity.. As I googled now, I couldn’t find any image of him holding a stick.. Despite all these puzzling factors, I bagged second prize.. Still thinking how!! πŸ™„

Rosy videos

She is the same Rosy whom I mentioned in my earlier post, seven stars.. She was not my friend back then.. All I knew about her was that her dad owned a video coverage shop and she had a swelling on the left side of her forehead, which was congenital according to her.. Her dad’s shop was named Rosy videos.. Everybody at school called her Rosy videos.. This made me believe that her full name is Rosy videos.. This belief remained till my innocence waned off..

Her dad made a video coverage of our UKG school day(I think free of cost).. After the video cassette got ready, it was played in our sisters’ convent, with all the kids watching… For the initial few minutes, title song is played in which Rosy alone is seen.. We were awed looking at her walking and running back and forth through bushes..

Fighter boy

I forgot this boy’s name, but his face is still clear in my mind.. All I remember about this guy is he fights, fights and fights… He starts his performance from the very next second after the teacher leaves the classroom and pretends like a quite boy once the next teacher arrives.. We leave enough space for the fighters to make sure that we don’t get hurt..

Confession

Remember the last time you confessed?

Mine was about two and a half years back, which was a heartful one..Confession is a sacrament which helps Catholics to repent for their sins and to ask God’s forgiveness.. It keeps us sin-free at least for a week that succeeds..

But it is not the case when I was a kid..

MG School

I studied in MG School, which is a Christian school, for ten long years.. This is where I made a lot of good memories and good friends.. This school played a major role in moulding me perfectly..

There’s a church in the school campus, where we pray on every Wednesday.. Everybody holds a song book and sings together.

Holy day

A holy mass is conducted on a Friday, every month. This is in fact a jolly day, as it sacrifices two class hours, which mostly includes history class (a separate post is needed to describe about this class).. Most of the students attend the mass while some remain in the classroom.. Senior students who are assigned to maintain discipline in these classrooms, do their best to entertain these kids..

I remember a proud look pasted on my face when we leave for the mass.. The same look reappears on my face, in the church, when it’s time for the holy communion (sorry dear God!!)..

After the holy mass ends, older kids get the privilege of sacrificing two more classes by taking part in confession.. We sit in the church with utmost silence, preparing a list of our sins.. When it’s my turn to confess, the proud face reappears for the third time.

I have a set of five decent sins which I repeat every time I confess..(Hope everyone has the same set of sins..)

  1. I fight with my mom.
  2. I fight with my little brother.
  3. I lie sometimes.
  4. I don’t pray regularly.
  5. I don’t control my anger.

Rev.Father shower some prayer advice after I finish this..

My friend had a different experience once.. Like everybody, she spent some minutes on recalling her sins.. But she had a black out when she was about to recount her sins.. After a minute of silence, Rev.Father showered some prayer advice and she left.. She shared this little secret with me..

Hoping to have a sincere confession in the near future.. πŸ˜ƒ

UKG Part 1

Childhood is certainly the best phase of everyone’s life, kindergarten being the cutest part… Travel with me down the memory lane and let’s re-visit some of my UKG memories..

My Birthday

At school, teachers and friends do their best to make birthday baby feel like the star of the day.. The new dress and extra smile add to the beauty of the birthday kid.. She’s always surrounded by a bunch of kids who accompany her in distributing chocolates..

I used to get coffee bite for most of my birthdays.. It was my favourite toffee back then.. I miss it’s taste as it is missing in the new one..

My UKG birthday was so special to me as I got some memorable gifts from our principal.. Every kid’s birthday was celebrated in the school assembly, so was mine.. Together they sang the happy birthday song as I stood infront of everyone.. Then I distributed toffees to all the kids and teachers..

Then our principal Rev.Sister gave away these wonderful gifts : a balloon, a small golden safety pin and a colourful beaded hairband.. What better gift can a UKG kid receive??!! I was the happiest kid in the whole world..

My first dance

I performed my first solo dance on stage when I was in UKG.. The same dance was performed one more time when I was in first std.. That marked an end to my dance life.. πŸ˜‚

My mom who was a great dancer when she was young(as she said), expected the same from her daughter and enrolled me in a dance class.. It was Bharatanatiyam (dance of tamilnadu) which is the world’s most difficult dance requiring graceful movements and facial expressions.. Within a few days, our dance guru and me realised that this dance thing is not my cup of tea.. So he taught me an easier dance for half of a song, which I decided to perform for my UKG school day..

The school day: My dance guru arranged a makeup man who painted something on my face to make it white, pure white.. Then a bright red lipstick is painted on my lips and some coloured feathers are planted on my hair.. He made sure that the makeup is more bizarre than the dance that is to be performed..A closely related image is attached..

I did an uneventful performance.. The only eventful thing is, my mom had to stop the song in between as I was taught for only half of the song..

Wound Healer

Back then we kids had the belief that scrapings from coconut tree leaves are powerful wound healers.. Once our friend, Ajay Varun, came to school with a fresh injury on his knee.. During break, we took him near a coconut tree, collected as much scrapings as possible and spread over his wound.. Poor guy, didn’t utter a word!!

My first award – Sunshine blogger award

Thank you dear Divya Krishnan for nominating me for this award.. It means a lot. It makes me feel like I’m a real blogger.. She’s my school buddy and is a bank of words. Do visit her blog, merry motherhood, and find many new words..Her posts definitely fascinate first time mommies with incidents they can relate to.. Her works inspired me as a blogger and as a first time mommy..

Here are the rules of the award:

    1. To thank the persons who nominated you and link the post back to them.
    2. Display the Sunshine Blogger Award picture on your post.
    3. Answer the 11 questions the nominator gave you.
    4. Nominate 11 bloggers who motivate you.
    5. Provide 11 questions to your nominees.

My answers for her questions :

1.What prompted you to start writing?

It was my husband who insisted me to write something.. I had no idea about blogging.. With his help, I opened an anonymous account which was left with zero content for several days.. My husband, who must be bored of listening to my same old stories several times, asked me to write something related to that.. So, here is my page Memories to let everyone travel with me down the memory lane..

2.How has your blog changed you as a person?

Indeed, it has changed me into a happier person, a deeper thinker and a creative person.. I feel, blogging is a good addiction.. The most important thing is, it stopped me from doing unnecessary online shopping as it used to be my hobby earlier..

3.Assuming you read books, name that one book which you often quote from.

I’m not a book-reader type.. I’ve read some of Chetan Bhagat novels and a few volumes of Ponniyin Selvan.. The thing is, I feel really guilty when I read non-subject books as I have a hell of a lot of books to read for PG preparation(those books are safe in my cupboard)..

4.Name that one writer whose works you keep going back to read.

It’s a difficult question.. Pass..πŸ˜‚

5.Assuming you listen to music, what is that one song that you feel was written for you.

AR Rahman’s ever fresh “chinna chinna aasai” from the movie Roja..

6.Assuming yet again that you watch movies, name that one movie that made you rethink the way you lived your life.

Rajini’s Kaala.. The director, Ranjith has done a great job which pulled me into the movie and helped me realise some facts..

7.Who is that one person you love so much that you hate yourself for it? (in other words that one person you cannot imagine life without?

I cannot imagine my life without my husband and my baby boy.. But I’m really happy about it.

8.What is your worst fear?

Derangement in the flow of my life.. I pray daily for my close ones to be healthy..

9.What motivates you to wake up each day?

My son’s cry.. This little guy depends entirely on me and he’s the one who keeps me running all day with 100% energy..

10.Given a choice, would you hike up a mountain or go diving in the ocean?

I’m familiar with the sceneries up in the mountain.. So I would like to explore the world deep in the ocean..

11.Happiness or contentment? Why?

I think happiness follows contentment.. Happiness can be attained only if we are satisfied with what we have.

My nominees for this award are:

1. Inaloveworld

2.InvestInYourselfFirst

3.Babysmoo

4.Marvellous pages

5.Live.Inspire.Celebrate

6.Shobha Iyer

7.A supertired mom

8.Claudia matias

9.The perks of being different

10.Backpack with Radhika

11.Loristory

Questions for my nominees:

  1. What prompted you to start blogging?
  2. What is your advice for fellow bloggers?
  3. Which character of yours makes you really proud?
  4. What is the happiest moment of your life?
  5. What is the first thing that you would ask for if God appears infront of you?
  6. What are the pros and cons of blogging?
  7. What is your favourite tourist destination? Describe briefly about it.
  8. What is your favourite food? Describe
  9. What is your favourite phase of your life? Why?
  10. What is the one thing that you want to do daily, but unable to do?
  11. Who is your real life superhero?