Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Prescriptions That Heal And Feel

“I do not know what is wrong with her!” said Amma.

“Give her some gripe water” opined someone in the room.

This incident happened sometime during the 1980s when our family was settling down in the ‘then Bangalore’, somewhere in a quiet street of Wilson Garden. Back then when the greenery was at its lust best and the weather was that of a hill station’s things were a lot different in this city, but for one person. Appa was entering the house after a long tiring day at work; he was working as a clerk in a bank back then. While he was at the door and was about to remove his shoes, he heard the hullabaloo. He looked around and saw his little daughter in her mother’s arms turning apple red and restless, crying like the world has come to an end. I must have been around eight months old. His heart must have twitched, and how am I so sure about it now, well I shall explain that later.

What happened after that is a hilarious anecdote recited in our household even today. Only a father could do such a thing, and when I ask or tease Appa about it now he gives me the widest grin. Seeing me cry he rushed in with his shoes on and snatched me literally, while everyone could do nothing but look at him rush out. Amma enacts it quite dramatically anytime we ask for, like it happened just yesterday. Within a moment he was gone, running out in the street.

He returned in the night having tried everything to console me, our favourite spot was a medical store named ‘Bharat Medicals’, not knowing what is wrong with me he would take me there thinking some medicines might help. But finally I would end up sitting on the counter, looking at the vehicles and passer bys and playing with the shopkeeper which somehow worked according to him! That day it so ended up that I had a bad ear infection, so the doctor diagnosed after a consultation which happened after he returned back home with me.

“He did not even let me check why you were crying!” says a miffed Amma. I have always been a child with cough, sneeze and wheeze. Needless to say, Vicks has been my constant companion, she used to rub it on my nose and chest to put me to sleep, she laughs about this weird practice of hers now saying:

“Most mothers sing lullabies, I rubbed Vicks!”



“Vicks kittu, kammi akku!”[Apply Vicks, it will come down!]

More than any poem or mantra, I have heard this from Appa. Some relationships are a blessing, you would have never asked for it but still they turn out to be one of the best things in your life. Having a father who treats you like a princess all the time in all the places and also expects others to treat you so maybe is one. But having a father who treats you like you are his world, well that is God sent, sans pareil. Anyone who knows our family knows about me being his total darling, people do pull his leg about it but he is proud about the same.






What we as father and daughter share is beyond this post. We have our moments; happy, sad and the usual like everyone else but today inspired by this prompt by Vicks and Blogadda, with a thought about what might be his reaction I hugged Appa in the morning as soon as I woke up. He was sitting on the sofa with the lights off and I was at my ‘running nose’ best rubbing my nose on his tee, the early morning allergic rhinitis episodes that I usually have. Believe me it was magical, it really did take me down the memory lane. He is a retired man in his sixties now, very young at heart doing everything possible for his daughter.









"You are a doctor now, why don’t you take care” he scolded.

“Appa...”

I mumbled and hugged him tighter knowing how gratified he is about this one particular fact, someone who had to visit the doctor every other week during her childhood is actually one now. What he said while he hugged me back made my day:

Why this special love today, Vicks kittu, kammi akku!”

Adorable! Ain’t he? I am going to give him a special hug this Father’s Day and every day. His heart does twitch when I am not well even now, and his prescription for his daughter who is a doctor always does include ‘Vicks’. Some joys of life are given to heal and feel.





#HugYourDad

PS:“This father’s day, I am expressing my love towards my dad by participating in the #HugYourDad activity at BlogAdda in association with Vicks.


-R.

Tuesday, May 5, 2015

Pudding Lesson



And then there was this pudding!


A lesson learnt. This happened over a birthday dinner with my friends last week. Banana and Oreo cookies are two of the many things I detest, more because of the peculiar after taste I get, some sticky stuff stuck deep inside my pharynx. On this rarest of rare occasions the sight of this small bowl made me feel this dessert maybe is worth a try, Of course there was chocolate brownie, cheese cake, ice cream and everything else on the platter which was barely touched. After my 'overindulgence' during this sumptuous dinner I have to agree with whoever had this opinion:


"The proof of the pudding is in the eating"

 It has been days now, the softness of the banana pieces at the bottom of the bowl and the crumbs of cookies in between, things which never pleased me, Ah! well they are still lingering in my thoughts. If two bad things put together make one good, for me this was it. A pudding that day was enough to teach me a very important lesson in life. Try what you do not like, go beyond your boundaries. You never know when it may surprise you!

Let me know if you do, and if someone could share a good recipe of this delicious pudding, pretty please, teach me and be my guest! :-)


-R.


Saturday, April 25, 2015

From Where I See- Book Review




I finished reading ‘From Where I See’ by Dr Ajay Yadav this morning and let out a sigh. When I closed it and read the back cover, something which I usually do only after I finish a book in the fear of  getting to know the turn of events, well this time I couldn’t help but smirk.

“It’s not only a book; it’s the path to revolution, a journey towards a utopian world. Accepting the truth is the toughest job in the world. If you feel that you are open minded, have the courage to accept the truth and a desire to change the world. Be a part of the change and take the first step to build a road to the ideal world

The story begins with a doctor being interrogated at a typical Bollywood style <imagine while you read> police station for his friends death , a friend who was struggling with intrapersonal, interpersonal, inter-social and inter-religious conflicts which eventually  kills her. Soon after which he is in flashback. What follows after that is 'Point A to point B to point D to point G to point Y to point A to point S to point Z to point E...'. The writer in my frank opinion has opened a Pandora's Box; the consequences are for the reader who opens the book. A plethora of issues are discussed in the pretext of conversations between family and friends, and not to forget the in depth seminars which run in pages. The idea although is quite new, this for me as a reader terribly fails, terribly.

My dilemma with the book is plain and simple:

To build the plot with the characters or to put a across a hundred of those pragmatic opinions?

The research with the social, national, religious issues interspersed in massive amount in between is completely laudable. What fails is the connect; the discussion is a pain to read not because it is revolving the truth but because they are extremely longish. At more than one instance I admit I forgot where, why, how and who was talking to whom! I had no issues with the facts and data put across; they just seemed to be in the wrong place. The characters speaking so much over tea or dinner about varied topics appear only simulated. It is mostly the authors point of view talking, as he himself says, this book is his effort to find the root cause and probable remedies of conflicts, and a try at exploring hundreds of pertinent questions. Thumbs up!

Thumbs down for the structure, if this was a little different maybe the story had some chance of keeping me hooked, the issues raised are very much relevant to the world of today. Humanity indeed has to be our only religion. At the end of all the colloquy, all of a sudden out of nowhere the police do find out the killer, and then the discussion gets back to the journey towards ‘The Utopian World’. This story is no chiclet novel material, nor based on corporate intrigues involving mega millions or political chicanery as the foreword says, it is written with a valid intent but falls short of a decent composition. It needs an editor. Period.

Title: From Where I See
Author: Dr Ajay Yadav
ISBN-13: 9789382536819
Binding: Paperback
Publisher: Lifi Publications Pvt. Ltd.
Number of pages:401
Genre: Fiction
Language: English
Price: Rs.300

My rating: 1.5/5

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