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Where: Shenoy Nursing Home,Secunderabad
When: 1986, October 29th
Who: This is me. Yes, Jussri. Since I’ve always posted pics of others here I thought, this article would be the best only if I put in my pic.

I post a lot of pictures of random people and scenes on my website. I like to spread goodness around me. These days I meet a lot of people who often ask me if I am a photographer. Well my answer would be a yes-no. I have forever used photography as a medium to attract people to read my scribbles. Alongside in life I developed a love to capture other people smiling. That is how I ended up taking assignments. But if you ask me who am I?

I am a qualified Physical Therapist working towards contributing back to the field in my little way. Photography and writing help me spread the good things that I was brought up with.In two days from now, my parents celebrate their birthdays which are on May 9th and 10th :)[Yeah yeah, both are Taurus(eans) πŸ™‚ ]. This post would be the only best gift I can give to them. Having talked about the ‘ Why’ part of this write up, I will now move to the ‘what’ part of it.

Every time we rushed home to complain that the teacher caned us bad,my mother’s standard question round was the first wall to hit. I swear to God I have never hated anyone more than my mother all those years. At times I felt she enjoyed making us feel bad.She would start her conversation like this.

“Nuvvem chesaavo cheppu” ( First tell me what did you do)
Well, it was difficult to hide facts from her.
“Memedho arusthonte kopam lo kottindhi sister( Yeah, yeah we were yelling and sister caned us[I studied in a catholic convent and we called our teachers Sisters(nuns)]

Then she would start her reverse engineered explanation for the entire situation. You are three kids for me at home to take care. I still find it difficult to manage you. How can sister make 60 students quite in 45 minutes?
I think it is justified she caned you guys!
Justification for the caning done!
No more arguments your honour.
And we disperse. This was the order of our life all through out our schooling.
Everytime there was a complaint from us, my mom went back to the root of the issue. Looking for the cause.

Fast forward many many years and I am in my General Medicine lecture. Day 1. Dr Joshi. A veteran general medicine specialist from our hospital was taking our first class.
Two things he spoke that day have remained in my mind forever.

1. Developing an inquisitive mind.
2. Believing that every problem/obstacle had a cause for it at a grass root level.

20 years of listening to those two lines and a professor telling you the same point in a medical school!
I really needed a break from listening to the same stuff every where i went. Looks like every one has same mothers like mine. But having been through medical school, surfacing out of a hell hole with minimal scarring, fighting my way through tough situations in life, I can never thank my mother enough for teaching me my basics right.

In these days of arm chair activists and anti-arm chair activists, I want to send out a plea.
Look with in yourself. Are you doing absolutely the best thing right now?
Are you able to show the strength of your character in testing times?(by not giving into temptations and short cut ways to success and wealth)
Can you say a No to yourself and strike a balance in the temper times?

Well, when I was tested, I asked myself these questions.More precisely,I was taught to ask myself these questions.I have always been this, ‘ drops of water make an ocean’ kind of activist for social causes. For all of you who are bugged by the over motivational videos and shows that keep cropping up around you every once in a while:
Stop watching television
Pick a hobby
Make a to-do list
Appreciate little things
Spend time with the elders in your family , let them tell you stories from their life
Count numbers when you are angry.

I never liked growing up under the iron hand rule of my parents. Today I absolutely cherish those moments. Today I am glad I grew under their parenting.

For all the challenges I faced,I surfaced unscathed because I was taught one best thing right.

Problems are mere situations and the solutions are right within them if you look at the roots, routes and causes.
Here’s thanking my parents for giving me an excellent up bringing. I thank God for letting me be your daughter folks πŸ™‚ Have an awesome year ahead.

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of Roots, Routes and Causes

I am a qualified Physical Therapist working towards contributing back to the field in my little way. Photography and writing help me spread the good things that I was brought up with.In two days from now, my parents celebrate their birthdays which are on May 9th and 10th :)[Yeah yeah, both are Taurus(eans) πŸ™‚ ]. This post would be the only best thing gift I can give to them. Having talked about the ‘ Why’ part of this write up, I will now move to the ‘what’ part of it.

Every time we rushed home to complain that the teacher caned us bad,my mother’s standard question round was the first wall to hit. I swear to God I have never hated anyone more than my mother all those years. At times I felt she enjoyed making us feel bad.She would start her conversation like this.

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NIDIA 8

This article connects two locations and a lot of people.The general rule I have for myself and this blog is to avoid taking names of people and places as much as I can. So there wont be many details in this one πŸ™‚

A month ago or so, I missed getting into international headlines by may be a few inches. May be they would have read something like, Graduate student from India killed in a road crash. Fast forward few weeks, come across the world to the east and I meet with a road traffic accident. I don’t fancy describing the way I fell and the details.They are really not joy spreading things to write about. But my life definitely flashed across my mind. I thought God! this is it! Am dead! Crashing into a side walk at one of the busiest junctions of a city, definitely wasn’t the most pleasurable thing.

Standing on a busy road with blood all over my feet and bruises all across my joints, I felt strong! For the intensity with which I fell, I was to surely die. But I didn’t. When I was able to reach the hospital and I sat in the casualty room , I was beaming with joy to have survived it. But once the excitement of survival died, I realized how horrible the pain was.

One nurse goes about with the typical first aid measures. In comes another to take down my details. There is a lady standing close by to my bed, attending to her elderly mother in law on the next bed. The nurse asked me a series of questions. I told her I am a physical therapist. The minute this lady heard me mention it, she sprang to her feet and came by my bed. She began asking me how I fell and then moved on to explain her problem to me. She was about 50 years old and from the way she explained her problem, I understood she had heel pain. The nurse was working on my foot and I go on talking to her about her problem and what could give her relief. Fifteen minutes later I am fit to leave to home and this lady pats my head and tells me that she was trying to keep me busy! Her heel pain is celebrating it’s fifth anniversary this month and like it’s commonly said, ” A veteran patient is better than an experienced doctor!” She knew quite a lot about her problem. I remember her smiling at me when I was telling her how to feel better! Now I understand why she was smiling at me πŸ™‚

Her presence of mind in trying to make me feel comfortable in pain and her warm smile left me dumbstruck.She patted my head affectionately and left. She didn’t erase my pain. She just comforted me in my pain by the best way she could. I never asked her name. I don’t think I will ever see her. But she will always be around in my life with the wonderful example she set for caring and affection. May be another, Maria who I might never see in my life again.

I have heard life and death being discussed quite a lot before. There are too many opinions, theories and reasons that are given when it comes to death. Theories and opinions apart, the minute I was able to stand up, pick up my phone and call my people, I realized one thing which I will remember for the rest of my life.

To count my blessings and thank my people who pray for me each day. Ask me to name the God they pray to! I don’t think I have any names to give. They believe in goodness of human life and in counting their blessings when kindness crosses their lives. They believe in smiling at each pain and saying this is God’s will to make them strong. I gather my strength from them, and lead my life by the examples they’ve set for me.

Some incidents are the most humbling experiences in the world. In the span of two months, I have experienced two such incidents. And when my life flashed in front of me, it was worth all the watching πŸ™‚

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Her energy startles me……


She is the centre of our world.

She makes our lives complete.

For people who don’t know her, she is just another one of those million middle class house wives who struggle their entire lives at home sacrificing their ambitions and dreams for their families.

But for us she is the person who has shaped up our lives to a meaningful start. She has helped us realise what we are worth aiming for in life.

She is so wrong in so many ways. I feel bad how a person like her is not being punished for her mistakes.

She says she never helped the family in moving to a better financial status.

She says she never earned our diwali gifts.

She says she was never able to buy me a pair of pearl studs that i wanted all my childhood.

We never know as to when she will realise how much she has contributed towards what we are today.
What Β will make her realise what she is for us!!!

Everytime she feels low of having lower performance levels it startles me…

Her lack of performance includes when she cant work for another extra hour after a 12 hour household work shift..:)

Her journey began from an obscure sleepy village that waited for a week for the drinking water to arrive during floods.Today she an epitome for something called a “Complete Women” for me.

She inspires me to look forwards in life for challenges.

She inspires me to be the best mom I can be to my kids in future..

Thanks MOM… We Love You …

This article is the preface of a book I write for her.

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Technology keeps me Ticking…:)

Heavy holiday meal, air conditioned room and a relaxing environ to just sit and do your work leisurely… Ideal work environ for me… Sometimes it makes me wonder how I have been evolving constantly.. I spent all my growing years in a close knit family with so much of love and affection to consume that I always felt I would get obese with all the good traits they were passing on to me… πŸ™‚Β 

I would be lying if i’d say it was making me better everyday. I grew to be very dependent on my family for my mental strengths and everything when it came to taking things head on in life. Things changed and today I am more than happy to call myself the member of a Global family! πŸ™‚Β 

Today, we are scattered all around the world i’d rather say(coz i consider even the lane next to my home also to be a part of the world ). We seldom speak.It is all Β about me and mom these days.

How we wake up at sevens and eights these days and how we smile and fall back to sleep daily. πŸ™‚ Rewind ten years, we used to react so differently to the same situation-Wake up rush about with chores and rush to our respective worlds-schools and offices.

How we skip nutritious food and binge on junk stuff at times these days.Β 

How an unopened mail blinking in the inbox from my dad brings a smile back onto my tensed face during exams..He is growing up to be a techie freak too these days πŸ˜€ congrats pa.

How an offline from my twin calls me with my nickname….

How my niece’s screams make me go ga ga over her again and again… The best valentine gift I ever got. I am happy I never got committed to anyone else before and today am happy with the gift i got on the best 14th feb of my life.

Rewind ten years again , I used to cry badly if my dad returned late from work(These days I am suprised if he returns early:D).

How I got scared if my sister got angry at me…Now a days it worries me if she isn’t angry at times πŸ™‚Β 

All those years I spent growing each day with increasing love and addiction towards my family, most of my waking hours used to give me a constant fear- What happened if we all had to part ways in future.

Today it doesnt bother me much even though I spent most of my days alone. I dont miss them.May be I should thank TECHNOLOGY Β forΒ that.May be because I am able to stay in touch with them so much that I have been able to compose myself better in their absence too. And ya Me and My Sister- We fight bad these days too.Thank god itz in e amils now….thank god her office networks are not permitting messenger’s usage or she would yell at me on call and ya mobiles have jammers πŸ˜€ ) and the arguments are endless.Still IT helps us avoid exertion due to stress.. we beat the stress out on key boards πŸ˜€ and ya we have good biomechanics so no worries, fingers are still in good shape. BTW akka i presume your doing your hand exercises πŸ™‚

And ya Momz learning to SMS these days πŸ™‚ another big relief for me .She managed a TINCKU for THANK YOU the other day…(that too with the T9 on )

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