I once saw a statue of Gandhi near a school
in Andhra Pradesh, India. I went near it and realised that it was a person
dressed as Gandhi. Though he was standing still, his eyes were blinking. He was
wearing a dhoti and holding a walking stick.
He was fully covered in silver paint. Even the dhoti and walking stick
were painted silver. It was a hot summer day. Some students gave him a small amount
of money. A few days later, I heard that
he died. I think the silver paint caused some problems. Was it toxic or did it
block his pores? I don’t know.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Saturday, April 5, 2014
Saturday, March 15, 2014
SIDE EFFECTS
Most medicines have side effects. Side
effects produced by medicines taken for long durations should be of more
concern. Doctors generally do not discuss the side effects when they prescribe
a medicine. Some patients may be affected, others may not.
Once, I was prescribed a steroid inhaler
for asthma. After using it I started feeling uneasy and had palpitations but I
did not connect it with the new inhaler. I consulted another doctor and told
him I was feeling uneasy. He told me to continue with the same inhaler and
changed my medicine for hypertension. Only later, after searching the net for
information did I come to know that it was the new inhaler that was making me
feel uneasy.
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
THREE WRONG GUESSES
I was working in Madras (now Chennai) in
1983. It was my first job. I had to travel a lot. So, I had almost all my food
from restaurants in different cities. Some were hygienic, most were not. One
day, while I was waiting for a train at a station, I felt so tired that I lay
down on a bench. Someone woke me later and told me that the train was arriving.
I got on the train and reached Madras that night. Next day, I had a fever.
My roommate, who was also my colleague at work,
suggested I see a doctor. We went to a nearby clinic and consulted a doctor. He
told me it must be the Flu and gave me some tablets. A few days later, I still
had a fever. My friend told me to meet the doctor once again. We went to the
clinic and the doctor said it must be Malaria. He gave me some tablets for
Malaria and told me that if the fever does not go away in a few days then it
must be Pneumonia.
A few days later, I still had a fever. I
decided to book my ticket and return to Kerala. After reaching home, I went to
a Hospital and consulted a doctor. He told me to get myself admitted there. He
continued giving me the Malaria tablets for a few days and then conducted a
blood test. The blood test revealed that I had Typhoid. Now, I was given
medicine for Typhoid and also told to have only a liquid diet. I was
hospitalized for one month, after which I was discharged. I returned home cured
but weak. It took some time to regain my strength.
The doctor at Madras thought it was the Flu
or Malaria or Pneumonia. He made three wrong guesses.Thursday, February 6, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
TOUCHING THE FEET
I first saw it while travelling on a train
through North India. At one station, a young man touched the feet of his father
who was about to board the train. At another station, a wife touched the feet
of her husband before he got on the train. I think it happens less in South
India. I have never seen it in Kerala.
It is obvious that the person who touches
the feet of another is showing that he or she has a lot of respect for that
person. Sometimes we can see people touching the feet of political or religious
leaders.
When people shake hands, they seem equal.
One person does not appear superior to the other. When a person touches the
feet of another it is demeaning.
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