Showing posts with label ಪ್ರೀತಿ : Love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ಪ್ರೀತಿ : Love. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

The tough WOMB

A very usual day in one of the villages of Srinivasapura taluk in Kolar district; 'she' was happily moving along the walk-path of her village's highway, which connected itself to the district headquarters further ahead. It has been her daily chore to set out for a casual walk once in the morning and again in the evening, since she was declared pregnant. At least one family member would accompany her every single time she set herself out since then. They were all excited for the fact that she was carrying her first ever child in her 'womb', so she was.

It was a well-off family, the head of which was an ex Zilla Panchayat President. She had no real pressure on herself in any aspect, unlike many others of her kind in the village. The only challenge for her was to safeguard her young little one who was gradually growing within her, to birth. They never seemed to have bothered whether it would be a 'boy' or a 'girl'; all they honestly wanted was to see her family tree grow, 'lucky, I am..' she thought. She was right!

'She looks near to term..?' asked a passing by villager. 'Yes, she is.. expected anytime in a week or so..' said her family member. Her pulse gained pace, without her knowledge. She was excited, knowing that 'the day' which would make a huge difference in her life was not too far. The little one kicked from inside in response to her excitement, they both already had the 'chemistry' set in. While subconsciously she moved a little away making way for the moving tractor, something banged her belly really hard.. before one could realize what was happening around, she was found deep in the nearby dug trench being unable to make a move. It took a while for her family member to recover from the incidental shock, who at once took her out with the help of others around. 'Are you fine??.. Nothing happened to you right??.. Does it pain.. ' - she could hardly respond to those questions shot at once.. pain from within the womb was unbearable until she lost conscious.

While I washed my hands coming out of the small animal OT following a surgery, my eyes naturally stared at the wall clock. It easily stuck the half past twelve mark; making me recall what my wife had packed for lunch today.. with love, obviously. A pregnant sheep walking with lot of pain into the OPD ward interrupted my preparedness for lunch. I walked closer..

"What is the problem?" asked our Professor.
"She is pregnant, almost term. Met with an accident.. a tractor banged her and she is in immense pain since then" replied the accompanying owner.
"When did this happen?"
"Yesterday morning.."
"Oh! What made you take so long in seeking medical care?"
"We are coming from a far off place, near Srinivasapura.."

The severity of the accident was too much, the abdominal muscles seemed to have given away and some parts of the foetus were pressing out on the skin at belly. The animal experienced severe pain on palpation. No parts of the lamb were felt in the birth canal, which ruled out the possibilities of going in for an assisted delivery. An ultrasound scan couldn't really help us to know whether the lamb was still alive inside; we knew that it would get too late if going for a detailed investigation. A word was soon given to get the OT prepared for surgery.

"Are you sure she is almost term?" I asked.
"Yes, she is.." owner replied.
It was my responsibility to make it clear to the owner that 'all is not well'. I continued.
"We are not sure if the lamb is alive inside. But still, we have no other way than going in for an elective c-section"
"No problem.. she is one among our family members. She has been so good to gain all our love and affection. No matter the lamb is alive or not, we want to get her well soon.."
"Seeing her condition, it is doubtful that she will eventually recover after surgery. The condition is really worse.." - I was in a hurry to convey the message, since it was all set for surgery in OT.
"Please try your possible best sir.. rest is left to the almighty.." owner's words were really touching.
"Sure, we will.."

While wearing the gloves, I looked in to her eyes. She found it hard even to blink her eyelids, could feel the pinch of immense pain she was undergoing for so long a time. Whether it really was or it did seemed so to me - her eyes were full with tears of pain. She closed her eyes more than she kept it open."Ready.." - signal from anesthetist brought me back to the real world. It took very less time to incise the skin; muscle layers had all given away as expected. Contusions made the bulk of intact muscle layers, they were literally crushed in to pieces. Later, it would definitely pose a real challenge to get them opposed and close. To our surprise, the uterus had no injury whatsoever! Not a small tear or scratch! It was strong enough bearing all the physical damage to save the life within!! I incised the uterus and took out the lamb. It was alive!! We couldn't believe this.. thanks to 'Nature' for making such a safe and tough womb!! Rest was all more tougher.. it was practically impossible to end the reconstructive surgery in a positive note. While I came out of the OT, the healthy active lamb brought a smile on my worried face..
out of the tough womb..
Handing over the discharge summary to the owner, he was informed that the chances of sheep recovering from surgery was highly questionable. With a small hope of good, the owner shifted the sheep to the boot space of his vehicle.

The wall clock ran a few minutes past three.. it was only then I remembered my forgotten lunch. "It's well past lunch time.." my wife seemed yelling at me. "Oh!!..", suddenly it stuck my mind that none of us had even bothered to show the lamb to his mother.. how could we be so mean?! By the time I rushed to the front desk, their vehicle was passing out of the hospital gate..

For whom the poor mother had to suffer so long and saved by sacrificing her own life, I strongly doubt if she could even get a chance to have him looked at; won't the brave mom curse us for this?? Sigh..

Friday, April 6, 2012

4 - a rOll Over of 3


On 04-04-2012, 'four' 'firsts' did happen in life:
  1. Going for a movie with my wife (16 months) after marriage
  2. Watching a Tamil movie on a big screen
  3. Getting to see the ambiance of PVR Cinemas
  4. Me visiting Forum Mall (being a Bangalorean?? shame!! huhh..)

It was during our vacation in Manali, for the first time I happened to see the song 'why this kolaveri di?' played in some (really don't remember which) channel; but, impressive it was! 'Hes Dhanush, S-I-L of Rajanikanth singing it for his own movie directed by his wife Aishwarya' - introduced my wife while we were breaking our fast early in the morning with bread-omelette. 'Hmmmmm...' I said; neither my wife knew nor me, whether it was my response to the song or the tasty dish.

Even after '3' (a little more than 'too') much of thinking for '3' days after watching, I really don't know why the movie is named '3'?. 'Why the name 3?' was my first question to my wife, who had no clue either and my conscious failed to pick any glimpse from the movie relating to '3'. Is it because '3' stars Dhanush (son of Director KasthuriRaja), Aishwarya (daughter of Rajanikanth) and Shruti (daughter of Kamalhassan) are involved in making this movie, the name '3'?

The movie feels fresh in every aspect, Aishwarya seem to have proved herself in this debut. Dhanush justifies his 'psycho' brand while Shruthi looks promising. Winning edge is the fact that the movie takes almost everyone back to their teen-age, which none can forget throughout life. With the pleasant aroma of 'love' from 'kolaveri' song, it will be a definite 'shock' to see the movie starting with the funeral of 'Ram' (Dhanush). Flashback trick used by Aishwarya really works in relieving viewers from this 'sentimental' shock. Re-recording alone reveals the extensive homework made behind the screens right from Script writing to Movie making.

'why this kolaveri di' song rocks on screen too; all the credit goes to Anirudh Ravichander, boy behind the Music. Enough has been made for the song in the Movie to help it find itself a place with ease adjacent to its Album version. Distributors did make sure to highlight 'why this KOLAVERI DI' on all stills, which signifies the importance of this song in the success of the movie as such. Also, this song gains a lot of 'meaning' (with bipolar disorder) on screen unlike in album to answer much of the critics it had gained for lyrics.


Film making is not just all about it. With its tragic end for Ram not disclosing his psychological disorder to Janani (Shruthi) and committing suicide, I strongly doubt if the movie successfully conveys the message 'Suicide is not the solution for Bipolar Disorder; it can well be treated to cure with the advancement in Medical Science', which is flashed on screen by the film makers soon after the abrupt dismissal of the screenplay. Instead, the movie would have been made in such a way that it conveys the message by itself.

'ok mama.. now theme changeu..'

The movie has gotten a lot in it to say that 'love can win anything'; very true. Ram scoring highest in Physics (coz Janani joins him in tuitions) and Janani's dumb sister starts speaking with her love towards sister are two such instances. Now, why not Ram cure his bipolar disorder after marriage with the 'love' that exists between them? Support program is one of the suggested therapy for bipolar disorder patients, a wife would definitely qualify for carrying out this.

Given a chance for me to play Aishwarya's role in this film making, I would have made Ram to disclose his psychological condition to Janani (frankly speaking, it isn't easy to hide 'anything' from wife) after marriage and given the responsibility of curing it to Janani.

'whaa wat-a change over mama..'

This way Dhanush would have made his way out of 'psycho' trend, Shruthi would have saved a lot of her tears for not crying, movie would have entertained all group of audience, love & life would have dominated and won over mania & suicide, viewers would have got into a positive frame of mind towards life at the end and most importantly there wasn't any need to flash the 'message' after the screenplay since the movie itself would have successfully conveyed it by then.

Finally, with all these changes I would probably not let the movie be named '3'. For all the successful changeover I made, with the existing '3' stars another superstar 'ME' would have been added to name the movie '4'!!

'super mama ready.. oneee twooo three 4'

Monday, August 15, 2011

My name is Harry

Courtesy - PicCat
My name is Harry; well, may be that doesn't matter anymore. My lungs fail to oxygenate blood and heart refuses to pump the impure blood. All my vital organs have rested themselves; kidneys being the main culprit for everything happening. There's a reason for me to fight my death – I just want to see my 'mom'.

Am 9 years old now; did you think it's not the age to die? But, being a Cat, that's nearly what I all deserve. 'Harry is going really down; all his vital organs have stopped functioning. To save him from further sufferings, I strongly suggest you to put him to sleep' says the Vet to my owner, which she refuses at once. My 'mom' is expected here to see me anytime now; I have to hold my breath until then.

While I lay down almost dead in the Intensive Care Unit, my owner picks a call – 'Harry hasn't had eaten anything for a week now; I don't see him open his eyes since past two days'. I know it's my 'mom' at the other end. After disconnecting the call, owner pats me and says 'Clara is taking the next flight and will be reaching here by evening. You will be alright Harry'.

Clara – the youngest daughter of my owner; she is my 'mom'. Even before I could open my eyes after birth, I was abandoned orphan. It's Clara who picked me up and gave me life then; it was she whom I saw when I opened my eyes for the first time. She was a school-going kid then, but still took care of me every single day – isn't she my 'mom'?

Though there were many Cats at home, am her only pet. She used to laugh with me, play with me, eat with me, sleep with me and even cry with me; in no time we were soul-mates. I don't remember even a single night sleeping without being hugged by her. I soon became her child and she, my 'mom'.

When she wanted to do her higher studies, she chose Veterinary Science. 'Don't worry Harry, I will soon become a Vet to see that you never get ill and had to suffer' – she told me before leaving to join a far away Veterinary School. I jumped into her bag and went till airport; was very sad that day and wept a lot for wanting her. It's five years now and she will be a Vet doctor in a month or so, and I have gone through all possible sufferings being ill and trying to restore my fading breath every single time, until she arrives.

'Harry never let me sleep the night before my daughter Clara was coming home. Now, though I told him she is already on her way to see him, he don't bother to respond' – my owner was telling to the Nurse who came to change my drip. She, and even me know very well that nothing on this earth could give me a rebirth; all meds pushed inside me had just gotten filtered out off my blood during dialysis.

'Harry..'; well, it sounds like my 'mom'. 'Harry.. I came for you..'; yes, it's my 'mom'. She gently pats on my head through body; I feel it so comfortable, as though am a new soul altogether. Finally am going to witness a sight, which I was longing to see for the last time in life. I put all my stored bits of energy together and managed to open my shut eyes. It's her.. my 'mom'; my 'mom'! She looked so sad, dull and red; hugged me at once. I felt it is the right time to let my pulse stop ticking. But then, I still want to live forever in the love of her arms. She comes close and kisses me on my forehead, tears roll off her eyes and falls on my mouth; I gently smacked it..
I pray, the great soul of Harry rest in peace.

Monday, June 20, 2011

ಬಾಯ್ ಚಿನ್ನ..

ಹಲೋ..
( ...ಅತ್ತಲಿಂದ ಮಾತು... )
ಏನ್ ಚಿನ್ನ.. ಮಧ್ಯಹ್ನದಿಂದ phone ಮಾಡ್ತಿದ್ದೀನಿ, receive ಮಡ್ಕೊತಿಲ್ಲ??
( ...... )
ಹಾಗಲ್ಲ, receive ಮಾಡ್ಬಿಟ್ಟು busy ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿದ್ರೆ ಸಾಕು..
( ...... )
ಮತ್ತೆ..? Coffee ಕುಡಿದ್ಯಾ?
( ...... )
ನಾನು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗೆ ಇಂದ ಏನೂ ತಿಂದಿಲ್ಲ. ಮದ್ಯಾಹ್ನದಿಂದ ತುಂಬಾ ತಲೆ ನೋವು.. ತಲೆನ ಎಲ್ಲಾದ್ರೂ ಜಜ್ಕೊಳ್ಳೋಣ ಅನ್ಸ್ತಿದೆ. ನೀನೂ ಬೇರೆ call answer ಮಾಡಿಲ್ಲ..
( ...... )
ನಾಳೆ ಬಂದ್ಬಿಡ್ಲ ಸಾಗರಕ್ಕೆ?
( ...... )
ನಿನ್ನೆ ಅಷ್ಟೆಲ್ಲ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದೀನಿ.. ಮತ್ತೆ ಯಾಕೆ ಅಂತ ಕೇಳ್ತಿಯ ಚಿನ್ನ??
( ...... )
ಜೀವ ತೆಗಿತಾರ? ನಿನ್ ಜೀವ ಹೋದ್ರೆ, ನಂದೂ ಹೋಗುತ್ತೆ..
( ...... )
ಅಮ್ಮಂಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗೋ ಮುಂಚೆ ನಿಂಗೆ ಬಿಡ್ಸ್ಕೊಡ್ತೀನಿ..
( ...... )
ಈ ವಿಷ್ಯ ನಂಗೆ-ನಿಂಗೆ ಮಾತ್ರ ಗೊತ್ತಿರ್ಲಿ, ಆಯ್ತಾ?
( ...... )
ನಾಳೆ ಬೇಡ್ವ? ಸರಿ, saturday ಬರ್ತೀನಿ.
( ...... )
ರಾತ್ರಿ ನಿಮ್ ಮನೇಲಿ ಇದ್ದರೆ problem ಇಲ್ಲ ತಾನೆ?
( ...... )
ಒಹ್! ರಾತ್ರಿ ಊಟ ಖರ್ಚಾಗುತ್ತೆ ಅಂತನಾ?.. ಹ್ಹ ಹ್ಹ ಹ್ಹ.. ಇಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡು ಚಿನ್ನ, ನಿಂಗೆ ತೊಂದ್ರೆ ಕೊಡಲ್ಲ.
( ...... )
Uma Gold ಬೇಕಾ?? ಬೇಗ್ನೆ ಬಿಡ್ಸ್ಕೊಡ್ತೀನಿ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿದ್ನಲ್ಲ.. ನನ್ಮೇಲೆ ನಂಬ್ಕೆ ಇಲ್ವಾ ಚಿನ್ನ ನಿನ್ಗೆ??
( ...... )
ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬಸ್ಸು ತುಂಬಾ rush ಇದೆ, traffic ಬೇರೆ.. ಶೆಕೆ ಆಗ್ತಾ ಇದೆ.. ಊಟ ಬೇರೆ ತಿಂದಿಲ್ಲ..
( ...... )
Currency ಕಡ್ಮೆ ಇದೆ, cut ಆದ್ರೆ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಮತ್ತೆ ಮಾಡ್ತೀನಿ ಆಯ್ತಾ?
( ...... )
Saturday ಪಕ್ಕ ತಾನೆ?
( ...... )
ಮತ್ತೊಂದ್ ಸಲ phone ಯಾಕೆ? Saturday ಬಂದ್ಬಿಡ್ತೀನಿ..
( ...... )
ನಿನ್ ಉಪಕಾರ ಯಾವತ್ತೂ ಮರೆಯಲ್ಲ ಚಿನ್ನ..
( ...... )
ಹೂuu ಮತ್ತೆ.. ಕಷ್ಟದಲ್ಲಿ ಯಾರೂ ಉಪಕಾರ ಮಾಡಲ್ಲ ಗೊತ್ತಾ?? ತುಂಬಾ tension ಅಗ್ಹೋಗಿತ್ತು ಮೊನ್ನೆ ಇಂದ.. ನೀನು help ಮಾಡೇ ಮಾಡ್ತಿಯ ಅಂತ ಗೊತ್ತಿತ್ತು..
( ...... )
ಹೇಳಿದ್ನಲ್ಲ.. ಅದಷ್ಟೂ ಬೇಗ ಬಿಡ್ಸ್ಕೊಡ್ತೀನಿ ಅಂತ..
( ...... )
ಈಗ mind ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ free ಆಯ್ತು.. ಹೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹಸಿತಾ ಇದೆ..
( ...... )
ಆಯ್ತು, ನೀನು ಹೇಳಿದ್ಮೇಲೆ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂತೀನ ಹೇಳು? ಬಸ್ ಇಂದ ಇಳಿದ್ಕೂಡ್ಲೆ ಏನಾದ್ರು ತಿಂತೀನಿ..ಇಡ್ಲಾ?
( ...... )
ಬಾಯ್ ಚಿನ್ನ..
BMTC ಬಸ್ಸಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನ ಪಕ್ಕಕ್ಕೆ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ 20ರ ಆಸುಪಾಸಿನ ಯುವಕ ತನ್ನ ಫೋನಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಡೆಸಿದ ಸಂಭಾಷಣೆಯಿದು.

ಪ್ರೀತಿಯನ್ನು ಒಂದು ಅಸ್ತ್ರವಾಗಿ ಎಂದೆಂದೂ ಬಳಸಬಾರದೆಂಬುದು ನನ್ನ ವೈಯಕ್ತಿಕ ಅಭಿಪ್ರಾಯ. ಆದರೇನು ಮಾಡಲು ಸಾಧ್ಯ? "ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಕುರುಡು" ಎನ್ನುತ್ತಾರಲ್ಲ..

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Love..? Not just that.


He rode his bike until the down-pouring drops made it hard to keep his eyelids open apart. Rain seemed to have taken a challenge; they had to find a shelter soon. A lonely shop with shutter down midst total dark was only what they found along the suburban roadside. Before she could ask him to stop, he took their way off the street towards the closed shop.

It always so happened, he used to read her mind and she spoke his words. Though they came from different profession, their thoughts kept flowing in the same direction. In his busy schedule, he always found enough time for her and she, unknowingly made him ample space in her reserved world. She never wanted him in her life nor he did; but life had brought them close together.

Apart from the sparingly moving vehicles, only lightening in the sky lit the dark around them. He figured no glimpse of regret on her face in being there for him and she could pick no danger in his look for being there with him. They had no idea, as to what they actually expected amongst each other, which made their hearts literally heavier.

Love..? Not just that. Valentine’s Day might have had them speak the word, if it was only that. 14-Febs were yet another day together, making choice harder for them as ever. She didn’t want to pick a yellow rose for him and he wasn’t daring to pluck a red rose either. They had no clue, what was really apt.

Wind blew stronger, to soak them in rain even under shelter. Clothes failing to reveal their existence on skin, chill made its way deep into the bones. They stood close enough; she could feel his breath and he did feel her shiver. Darkness masked his feelings from her while he gently placed his hands across her shoulder. It made her shiver more, as she lost her warmth to him in his arms. Soon, they felt comfortably warmer. Their heart got lighter and the rain, heavier.

Monday, February 14, 2011

I Love You..

(Courtesy - Google Images)
14th February, 2003

It was just yet another morning, to me. Being in the final year of my Graduation Schooling, I have had an assumed feeling of freedom from the strong clutches of Academics. Since it was Friday, the weekend laziness had already crept a bit in. That, wasn't enough to stop me from attending the first hour Lecture at half past eight in the morning, anyways. Being forced to sit at the last desk for being always late to Class, it was no different from my everyday drowsy start at School.

Looking at the 'Cats Herald' - the Student's Editorial at the campus corridor, I found enough to learn that it was again Valentine's Day! I said 'again' because, many such days had passed by in my life then, without much of a significance. Not being bothered for getting late to the next Public Health Lecture, I did read every single word published on the Cats Herald, which was flooded over with 'Love'!!

It was thirty minutes past we had entered the Clinics, felt my cell phone vibrating 'gently'. Rushing to a lonely corner of the Out Patient Department, I answered the call;
Me - 'Hello..'
'Good morning, Prashanth!' - it was that Girl at the other end, whom I incidentally met almost nine months back. Our profession was different and so were our ways of life. By the end of the call, she had asked me to make some time in the evening to meet her, which I agreed upon - had no better work either!

Had to cut my usual longer evening nap shorter, since I was going to meet that Girl at around seven. However, it was almost half past seven when I rode my bike to our meeting destination; but, the Girl wasn't seen around. 'She always was punctual to commitments' I thought and started looking around to find her until my cell phone did put a break;
Me - 'Hello..'
'Am getting a little late, can you please wait for me?' - the same Girl. Sounded as though she had a genuine reason of excuse for being late.
'Will wait, for sure..' - I had no other answer.

A lot seemed to be happening in the City, that Valentine's Day. Archies Gallery were full, Coffee Day were crowded, Shopping Lanes were congested, Roses were sold out and Dark Corners were all occupied! Since I had no good habits of smoking and other such sort, being a mere witness to the busy Bangalore was the only option left.

My wrist watch struck nine when I saw the Girl almost 'running' towards me. She really was feeling sorry for making me wait so long, could easily make that out from her face. While the Girl was gasping;

Me - :o)
Girl - 'Sorry..' (gasp) 'am late coz..' (gasp)
Me - 'Relax..'

By the time she recovered from gasping, we had reached a nearby eatery. And it was crowded, we restricted ourselves to sip a cup of fresh fruit juice.

'My colleague was behind me since evening, couldn't deny him as a friend and so I got late..' - said the Girl.
Me - 'Yeah, saw him coming along with you in the bus stop. Hope he and few others had something important to say for the Day', said her kidding since I was told earlier what was happening around.
'Don't know why they can't understand..' - she said.
Me - 'How do I know either?'.
(smiles).

We had very little time that evening as her PG was to close by 9:30 pm. Arbitrary and vague were the discussions while we rode on bike towards her PG. It was few yards away from PG as usual, I stopped my bike to drop her. She stood besides me and looking into my eyes;

'Don't take it in a different way, I love you so much' - the Girl said and walked away into her PG before I could say anything in response. My throat was actually too dry to utter even a single word.

14th February, 2011

Eight long years have now passed by, I didn't dare to say anything to that Girl in response to her feelings, which painted my heart red. How mean! Isn't it? But, not anymore. That Girl is now my Wife and this is our first Valentine's Day after marriage, on which Day I would like to tell her;

'Take it in all possible ways, I love you so much..'