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| Gender: |
Male |
| Age: |
51 |
| Location: |
India, Karnataka, Bangalore |
| Connection: |
| No connection |
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| Smoking Habits: |
Never |
| Drinking Habits: |
Never |
| Interests I'd like to share with others: |
Books, magazines |
| My Favorite Sports: |
Cricket |
| Top 5 movies: |
Fanaa, jodha akbar, shivaji the boss,om shanti om, race |
| Top 5 bands, composers, or musical artists: |
a r rahman |
| Top 5 books: |
I am writing my book(1), , The Airport by Arthur Haiiley, Coffin from Hong kong by James Hadley Chase |
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I am 78 yrs old. With the mercy of the lord I have lived so long with only an ailment of diabetes and general weakness. But, with Diabetes you never know. It is a lurking danger beneath the calmness.It can strike any moment. I check my blood sugar once a month. On this June, I simply postponed my regular checking - I was a bit overconfident. And it punished me. During dinner I simply swirled and fell unable to stand. A few seconds I knew nothing. Then I started vomiting. My son held me, laid me on a reclining sofa. My grand children came running holding buckets of my vomit. My wife was scared to come near me. I must have given them all a shock.
When you are old, you must have people around you, people whom you can completely trust. God has been very kind to me in this regard.
I heard somebody call up the doctor- must be my daughterinlaw. And the next day I was transported to a clinic-our family doctor. He said he was wondering why I did not call up this month. The MD suggested all the routine checks. When he saw my blood sugar level at 310, he decided to admit me in his hospital.
I was now in the care of a different set of hands - expert hands. The compounder wheeled me into my A/c ward. There was an additional bed for a family member which was occupied by my wife. But, as i said she was only watching me from a distance even as the tender fingers of the nurses guided the tubes into me. There were three of them in red striped uniforms. As I opened my eyes, they were all smiling at me. But their deft fingers were on me doing their jobs. One of them said "Good morning Uncle-how are your feeling" I simply waved my hand and smiled. Confidence returned to me slowly. The doctor came much later. Obviously all things were kept ready by these ever watchful, dutiful nurses. They helped me turn my body this side and that side. The doctor went through all the reports and finally turned to my son who was standing nearby and said " nothing to worry, but he will be here till we reduce his sugar level. He will be in Insulin' Just 10 minutes and he left. Again the nurses took charge. For three days I was under their care. I felt they were an extended family. Sometimes more smiling than even my family members would have been. They spoke in mild tones, even if they had to repeat the sentence many times. They were definitely more patient than even my family members. Perhaps, they are trained this way. Or perhaps they are scared I may complain. I do not know. But all I know is that they were tender and nice. They were all young girls barely into their twenties. They had their own families. They treated a patient as one of their family members. All I had to do was press a button and in a minute one of these uniformed girls would be there to take me to answer the call of nature. Food came to me regularly.
Third day, I was discharged. I really wanted to continue - but cant. Someone else is waiting to receive their love and attention.
I asked The girl who came regularly at me her name. "Sheila" she answered. "Does she live with her parents? is she married?" was my doubt. "No Sir, I am an orphan. I stay with my Friends in a hostel". She said shyly. And the smile left me even as I was discharged from the hospital. Poor thing!
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Push Yourselves! Acheive!! Exceed Your Targets!!!
This has been the motto of today's corporate living. People are caught unwittingly into this Target - Acheive - Push cycle. And money is the centrepoint of this circle. In the chase for money, human living has gone into a rut. Creativity has lost its meaning; rather new things are created only for money. Hectic life programmed to minutes has brought in new disorders, such as Traffic Jams, Insomnia stress, Hypertension and suicidal tendencies. Diseases unknown a few decades ago, are now very common. Youths into their twenties are harassed by newer heart and neural problems which even the medical science is unable to keep pace,stressing out even our eminent medical men. And poor nurses getting trapped between stressed out doctors and frenzied patients, themselves go into a tizzy. As the years roll by, more and more people are sucked into this cycle. Even Kids. They are groomed to become marks scoring machines churning out reams and reams of rote reproductions. Some of the genius few, who resist rote knowledge are pulled, forced into this money making cycle by their parents, and eventually commit suicide unable to match the expectations of the so called peers.
Beware! this cycle is beginning to turn faster. Its frenzied pace is programmed to crush humanity in its wake.
Let us all withdraw ourselves into a quieter, calmer, happier lifestyle. Let us abandon this cycle. Now!
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