First Delivery.

My Daughter In Love posted this message on her Facebook page.

I could not resist the temptation to ring her up to remind her that her first delivery was 26 years ago and that boy is now a married young man very likely to shortly send his wife for her first delivery.

The inside story is that my very enterprising DIL has started a catering service from her home and this was the first consignment that she sent out.

Fleeting Moments.

A friend sent this image on WhatsApp to me a few days ago and I have been thinking about the message that it conveys all this time.

Transliteration:

Guzar jaathay hain…..khubsurat lamhen….

yunhi musafiron ki tharah…..

Yaaden vahin khadi rah jaathi hai….

rukkay raasthon ki tharah….

Ek umr ke baad us umr ki baathein umr bhar

yaad aathi hai…

Par wah umr phir umrbhar nahin aathi…!

Translation:

Beautiful moments pass away just like passing travellers…
Memories remain static just like the roads traversed…
After an age memories of the past keep haunting for the rest of our years…
But those moments never return throughout our lives…!

Living In The Now.

Ah, fill the Cup – what boots it to repeat

How Time is slipping underneath our Feet

Unborn tomorrow and dead Yesterday

Why fret about them if Today be sweet!

~ The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

Snoopy’s pithy observation says enough about this topic and I simply leave it at that and close this post.

This is my take on this week’s Friday 8 On 1 blog post topic. The other seven bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Maria. Sanjana, PadmumRaju, Shackman , Srinivas and Conrad.  This week’s topic was suggested by Raju. Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they have to say on the topic. Thank you.

Medical practice today.

Today’s topic has been suggested by Padmini who apparently has been inspired by this image doing the rounds in social media.

I have little to add to what the good doctor has to say but, let me share a personal story that my readers have already read earlier here.

Let me share another story that I have never shared publicly before.

During surgery for a revision to one of my replaced hip joints I collapsed and had to be revived and looked after in an ICU for a few days post surgery. This was in one of Pune’s renown hospitals and I recovered quite satisfactorily. When the bill was presented before discharge however, I was shocked to see items that should not have been there at all. I refused to pay and when told that I would not be discharged if I did not, I volunteered to stay on there indefinitely. I informed my surgeon about this who too was appalled at this and had to intervene with the hospital’s management to get those items removed and a fresh bill prepared. In all fairness to the surgeon he did not let me down and for my next revision, he operated in another hospital where I received excellent care, and more importantly no attempts at ripping me off took place.

These two stories show both sides of the divide. The money making non caring side of one set of people involved in medicine and the the caring and ethical behaviour of another set of people in the same business.

Unfortunately, the non caring money making side of medical practice today seems to be more prevalent now than the latter.

Having said that however, I must admit that I am blessed in that I have excellent medical resources, two within my immediate family, one GP who is also a personal friend, an amazing Psychiatrist who too has now become a friend and the orthopaedic surgeon mentioned in both the stories to whom I free access whenever I need. Thanks to these wonderful people in my life, I have not been led up the garden path except for the two occasions mentioned above and now I am confident that with these resources batting for me, I will escape future rip offs.

Sadly, most of us do not have such resources and will face unprincipled behaviour from the practice and that is sad.

This is my take on this week’s Friday 8 On 1 blog post topic. The other seven bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Maria. Sanjana, PadmumRaju, Shackman , Srinivas and Conrad.  This week’s topic was suggested by Padmum. Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they have to say on the topic. Thank you.

The School Bell.

I suppose that this should really be called a gong but, this is actually a bell similar to the one used in this post.

For the past thirty years, if I over sleep, at 5.00 am, I am woken up by this bell ringing ten times. I can’t think of even one day when it did not.

My home lies directly across from a boarding school. The school existed much before our neighbourhood was colonised and residential homes came along and has a tradition going back to more than five decades. When we first moved in, we could see the buildings and the play ground as there was no wall around it as it does now. As more buildings came up around the area, the school put up a wall and on my advice to prevent drug pushers selling drugs over the wall to students, raised further by corrugated sheets. This has prevented us seeing the children play there but, at least, we are sure that corrupting influences do not operate from our side of the wall.

The bell is rung to wake up the boarders but is rung even when the school is shut down for vacations. Many years ago, I had strolled across to the Principal to ask why the bell rang even during vacations and he said that though most of the students would have gone home for the vacations a few would remain whose parents were overseas or to attend extra classes to catch up with the curricula that they would have not been able to during the regular classes. Made sense to me.

Apparently, some neighbours complained about the bell in the mornings and even tried to get a legal stay order but on finding out that the practice has been going on for much longer than the complainants moving in into the locality, the matter was dropped as other residents in the area actually welcomed the bell as it helped them either wake up themselves or their school going children.

This morning when I heard it, I was reminded of how even during the current lockdown the watchman of the hostel meticulously rings the bell every morning at exactly 5.00 am. I am in awe that he never over sleeps!

This post will be incomplete without one of my favourite poems.

For Whom The Bell Tolls.

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.

~ John Donne.

Considering the background that I have given in this post, I would however alter the poem to fit the context.

For Whom The Bell Rings.

No man is an island,
Entire of itself.
Each is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thine own
Or of thine friend’s were.
Each man’s awakening enhances me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell rings,
It rings for thee.

What’s The Fuss All About?

What the fuss was all about in my case was maintaining my long hair and beard  as,  my  regular  hair  cutting  saloon  was  closed  due  to  the  lockdown.   

The next big fuss was about getting assurance that I could visit the saloon and be safe now that, they had reopened.   So, I pestered my son and heir to go, inspect, ensure and report back about the hygiene at the salon and the precautions that they take to prevent spreading of the virus.

The next big fuss was to get ready mentally to take the risk despite the assurances received.  The discomfort of the long hair and beard finally persuaded me to take the leap of faith and go.

The next big fuss was all from the lads at the saloon.  They were delighted to see me after such a long time and ooed and  aaed about my hirsute splendour and tried to persuade me to shape both rather than revert to my earlier version of short crop for both.  Finally, with much reluctance, my choice prevailed and you can see the result below.

Lest my readers think that the fuss that I experienced was so great, here is what Stevie Wonder has to say about it.

If I’m caught at a dance party without my dancing shoes
And everybody dances on my bare feet
Shame on me
If I’m minding my business just doing the right thing
And you try to front me off in the street
Shame on you
If a family’s waiting for that special blessing to
Come their way
But they ain’t trying to get on their knees and pray
Shame on them
And if we live in a time where every nation’s fighting
Around the world
Yet we can’t all agree that peace is the way
Shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
Shame on me, shame on you, shame on them, shame on us
So what the fuss
If I gotta get up early in the morning for a job
Interview
And I forget to set the stupid alarm
Shame on me
If my children are playing outside like little children do
And…

This is my take on this week’s Friday 8 On 1 blog post topic. The other seven bloggers who write on the same topic every Friday are Maria. Sanjana, PadmumRaju, Shackman , Srinivas and Conrad.  This week’s topic was suggested by Maria. Please do go over to their respective blogs to see what they have to say on the topic. Thank you.