Good Rice, Bad Rice!

                     “GOOD RICE, BAD RICE!”

Year is almost touching its finish line. New Year parties are being planned and the countdown to welcome another gleaming sun of next year is on.

As we sit, waiting to ‘cheers our glasses on the new year eve’ lot of introspection goes around. What we did, how we did, what it resulted and how differently we could do it are like all the mangled thoughts that stern the pot.

Then there are providence perpetuated things that came as bonanza in our lives or fell like hell in its full fiery on our head. And after the storm, all we search for is a justified answer to ‘how’, ‘what’ and ‘why’....

The universal law enforcement seems like an unsolved mystery for us, though the concept is explained with crystal clarity in scriptures. It all boils down to “GOOD RICE, BAD RICE!”

Once upon a time, there was this farmer, who worked really hard in his fields from day in and day out irrespective of sun, winds and rain. His hard work outshined in his over stretched paddy fields, and because of his “leaving no stone unturned” effort at the time of harvesting of crops scored him the winning point. His goodness was always flooded with best quality of rice almost throughout the year. And at the year end, when most of his rice was sold at good price, there was a good amount left which he used to conserve in the big tank for his personal use.

This tank was very peculiarly and conspicuously designed by the farmer, it was very huge. It had two openings, one big opening at the top from where all the left over rice was put and the other small, lidded opening at the bottom near the base, like a top from where the small amount of rice was drawn for day to day personal use.

For years he worked hard and filled the tank with good quality rice seeds. Meanwhile he was married and had kids.

One day out of sudden, the farmer thought that he have worked so hard now it is a time for him to pursue well deserved break and spend little quality time with his family as well on entertainment. That year he became very irregular to his fields, passed days dozing away at his home or hanging out with his friends. Even being lazy in his acts the storage camp provided him with quality rice to feed upon throughout the year and year end. Consequences of his actions were well evident. The crop quality dipped below average this year. Half his crop was destroyed by pesticides and the rest found no buyers because of its poor presentation, only the morsels could make into shelves.

To meet the expenses he had to rely upon the last year savings in the tank. He emptied his tank with all the shiny seeds for the sale and in return filled it with poor quality paddy of that year.

His storage tank saved him a day and he was able to ride on his losses. At same time he learned lesson from his mistake and started to be regular in the fields. He started work and sweat again and by the year end with his earnest effort he could harvest a bumper crop. While he worked his ass off, sweating day and night, his storage tanker provided him with the rotten deal. The rice that they ate that year was no comparison to the quality they had earlier. It was small, non shiny, irregular, brittle and not very palpable. But the farmer had no option; he had to survive on that even though he was working very hard. He knew it was result exponent of his lazy self.

But, at same time, it was all confusing for his five year old son. All he could perceive was that when his father enjoyed his life, they had good rice to eat and now when he is working like an ass in the fields giving up all bodily comfort, all they get in their plates are the bad rice. The boy totally failed to notice the concept of storage tank. And that’s we do too. We also, for our convince delete that part and perceive the picture from the eyes of five year old and end up blaming god, the fate and the destiny. All we have to do is to replace the ‘rice’ with ‘karma’. It always boils down to “good karma, bad karma” with the storage karma which we cashes on daily bases.

So while running an introspection scan, please take in consideration the stored in “Good rice Bad rice”

(Story picked from srimad bhagvatam)

With this note, wish you a very happy new year 2015. May it fill your life with all the well deserved happiness, see you next year!

HYPOCHONDRIA EXEMPLIFIED

       HYPOCHONDRIA EXEMPLIFIED

Hypochondria isn’t a rare finding but you find it in diverse forms  and once when it crosses pathological threshold it presents in different forms like OCD, hysteria or mauchean’s, and sometimes being excessive vigilant smart ass ends up having the real ass red.(No pun intended).

                                                                        CASE 1

This patient once had a fractured hand. He went into shock that how in any possibility this could ever happen. As his argument, he always had balance diet and kept thorough score on his calcium supply. It was later explained to him that his vit D3 plunged and hence he ended up having a hairline fracture in his phalanges.

Though his middle finger fracture and his pain was under control but the curiosity to see his finger healed made him undergo various x-ray films from different radiology lab. He had at least 15 x-ray of that injured finger. He only stopped when his stomach snatched all the limelight for the little finger. His gut failed to digest anything. Everything that went in instantly reversed back.

Running from pillars to post different doctors took two months, no relief and five kg weight loss. Finally one wise doctor gave footage to his recent history and saw the pictorial display of his injured finger.

Now he is undergoing treatment for x-rays poisoning.

                                                                  CASE-2

This particular 16year old boy was diagnosed with Urticaria. He become so disgusted with even a little scratching that he started popping anti- histamine as candy.

Though it put him under drug induced haze but put itching at bay. That was a done deal from him even when his doctors asked him to cut short his dosage.

Six months down the line, his GI tract revolted. Doctors were ‘on’ with another ‘irritable bowel syndrome’ diagnosis with is liver enzymes (SGOT, SGPT) going sky rocketing.

It was again drug induced. He was put under treatment. He was improving too but trust is not the word in his dictionary. Every fifteen days he got his blood investigated for SGOT and SGPT and once those numbers dips his confidence increases. He goes for repeated investigation against the advice of his doctors.

                                                                       CASE-3

This woman is atypically well read, so proficient that she can read between sentences as well as spoken words. They say ignorance is bliss. But thanks to Google that bliss have long ago fainted away. It became very difficult for a doctor when Wikipedia trained patient contribute in DDX or ask you to pen few extra unwanted investigation. Belonging to such species, this woman came with prepared thesis on her symptoms as well as probable diagnoses. And any symptom that appears on the scanner is to be checked by doctor instantly and thoroughly or she loose sanity and become ICU hysterical.

Now here is the problem, when you drawn your doctor with symptoms it becomes difficult to fish out the genuine treatable one and authenticity of everything is lost in mid air.

So patients, be aware but beware of your idiosyncrasies.

                                          CASE-4

They are high alert patients of Dengue, malaria and chickenguniya seasons because every mosquito bite makes them go into anaphylactic shock. The most shocking reaction to mosquito bite is about a patient, who after being hit by a random astray mosquito went into completely inconsolable state beyond any comprehension.

His blood sugar dipped and he almost fainted creating panic in household.

In the hospital, where each and every test known is med books was performed and all came under normalcy limits.

Three days after when he was discharged, he had a shameless grin on his face, ‘’Sorry False Alarm!’’, while his father was holding a fifty thousand bill.

MORAL

Don’t be a boy who called fox. Because when the real fox come no one will believe you.  

HYPOCHONDRIA

HYPOCHONDRIA= Meaning chronic and abnormal anxiety about imaginary symptoms and ailments.

For a doctor, these cases are worse cases ever because these species of people bring the porridge of mingled symptomatology and it becomes as difficult as rocket science, to dart the real one, actual one, authentic and genuine one which require immediate attention.

Right to know is a privilege but partial knowledge gained from surfing search engines can be dangerous. Sometimes ignorance is bliss. Not every mosquito bite would drag you to dengue shock syndrome. Being vigilant is good, obsession is pathological.

MY HEART IS ON FIRE, Third degree burn!

It’s not a story of a cupid stuck, broken heart story neither it’s the rant about the great revenge; it’s just a functional symptom that a boy of 16 years complaint frequent. Without any clock linked specific aggravation time or any triggering agent his body used to present with great discomfort in epigastria region. Day in, day out, out of the blue, there used to be a screams of horror creating a whirlpool in his life as well as the lives of his near and dear ones. Five times he have been rushed to ER, Ten times he have been injected for relief, three times his body have been scanned from head to toe and he have consulted every doctor with above five star rating in yellow pages, for his ailments. But even after this expensive medical jaunt he ends up on square one.

Every passing day is the distressed for him because he have not stumble over the nomenclature of disease he is suffering from. His every prayer on lip seeks answers of his diagnoses. His imaginary fears are feeding his anxieties and worsening his problem as well as posing point for his studies, after all its a high school syllabus, he don’t have luxury of time to go on such a spree.

He is in anguish that his heart is burning on the stove and would rot up one day. And what makes it worse is that he is screaming for help and no one is able to chalk down the doable rescue mission for him. A doctor says, apart from his mind nothing requires to be fixed.

THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT

Mankind require hope to survive. For him his gross straw in flooded river was diagnosis and finally he was bestowed with it.

His chest was scanned under the PET scan {generally used to find a hidden tumour or cancerous growth} and in those shiny test results laid answers to his destiny. The anacoluthia of his life was caught red handed. Thank god, it was not his heart but the stomach that has trespassed in the neighbourhood of the beating box.

He was finally diagnosed with HITUS HERNIA, a condition in which the part of stomach skips from the hole of diaphragm (the hole through which the oesophagus passes) and lodges in the mediastinal region in vicinity of heart, one of the rare anomalies that form aetiology for heart burn.

In no time the treatment was started and in no time he laid back to the study table pacing his daily routine.

It was the perseverance that made boy to get his answers. That means hypochondriac trait is good. Is it?

PHRENOLOGY OF HYPOCHONDRIAC

    High placed eyebrows

    Excessively long nose

    Popped out ears

    Sliding downward angle of outer commeasure of eyes

THE PLACEBO EFFECT

His scans were basking in crystal clarity. There was no picture of stomach pouting to the cameras. Anatomy was normal in its borders and boundaries.

But still he was diagnosed and treated with unlabeled vitamin tabs and the best thing out of the whole case scenario was that he was getting all pink.

MORAL

“Anticipation kills than a real thing.”

The Fault In My Stars

                  THE FAULT IN MY STARS

The sparkling studs that beautify the moonless night, whether they are some astronomical wonder of milky way or have some astrological significance whether to blindly trust them or take it as the treat for eyes in delightful mood is the big question?

BORN WITH GOLDEN SPOON

This man, who happen to be a protagonist of the story was born with the diamond studded golden spoon in the filthy rich family. He was reared with all tender care which helped shaping his delicate physique and at same time made him a lazy bone. He was diluted to fun life and hard work was the rare bird of endangered species. His father influence and the bank accounts were enough to sail down his ship through academic life.

But the real challenge started when he joined his father business.

The boy was a habitual lazy bone. Going to the office, scanning computer screens, reviewing the files and sighing checks were too much for his body to take in for day. It was under his father’s dictatorial pressure that he wake up at the ring of alarm and seated in the office hour by 9 am but he started to lose interest.

The monotonous mediocre life was not something he dream of himself. His air castles had adventures of Indian Jones, the showy money of Mr. Scrooges and the ‘notebook’ love life. But all of the sudden the real life was pouring hot boiling water over it, disfiguring it beyond reorganization. He can’t let it happen.

ESCAPE ROUTE

Finally one day, he found the way to balance his dream life with real early mediocre life. A friend of his, who shared the same lethargic genes with him, suffered from same diagnosis. He was remedied out of his problem by some esteemed astrologer, who did such serious calculations and manipulation with his friends’ stars that he got a jackpot contract that ensured a heavy paycheck for next five years and discounted free time for free will. Listening to marvel story, he was convinced to bet over his own stars, after all his luck was steamy hot and sexy. He met the man who vouched with such a linguistic precision that could make anyone enchanted. Our protagonist wasn't an exception.

ONE YEAR LATER

One year later, he was almost the same man grossly but on microscopic examination few delineating details were revealed which are as follows:-

He added an extra alphabet in name as well as surname.

Each and every finger even the thumb adorned the colorful rock.

His right ear was pierced he wore a diamond stud into that.

There were at least six to eight charm necklaces hanging down his neck.

He had lost 10kg in last 12 months, given into religious fasting to make at least few demigods out of forty eight lakh, happy.

WELL HERE IS REPORT CARD AFTER ONE YEAR

There wasn't any significant increase in his balance sheets other than the fact his bank accounts shown excessive expenses which he carried out in name of religious austere which on long run would not only fill in the craters created but put a surplus tags on it.

On the health front, apart from alarming ten kilogram loss he had an increment in ailment suffering column of medical records.

The weight of chains in his neck was too heavy and he was prohibited to take them out even while sleeping. Apart from few wear and tear rashes, he developed a constant pain in his neck, which on x-ray shown a popped C7 bone and hence bringing him under criteria of cervical pain.

PHRENOLOGY OF SUPERSTITION

·         Excessive big eyes which shows more sclera. There are very emotional people who believe things without considering the statistics.

·         Highly arched eyebrows.

THE ANTI-CLIMAX

The man expected a care free life with showering money from heaven but instead apart from his health and plenty currency from bank account, he also lost rights to the sole decision maker to his business as his father took reigns of the business in his hands.

MORAL

There was, will or never be any shortcut to success.

HEALTH HINTS ! BY JOSEPH POWER

HEALTH   HINTS !

There’s a skin without and skin within,

A covering skin and a lining akin;

But the skin within is the skin without,

Doubled inward and carried completely throughout.

The palate, the nostrils, the windpipe and throat,

Are all of them lined with this inner coat,

Which through every part is made to extend,

Lungs, liver, and bowels from end to end.

The outside skin is a marvelous plan

For exuding the dregs of the flesh of man;

While the inner extracts from the food and the air

What is needed the waste of the flesh to repair.

Too much brandy, whisky, or gin

Is apt to disorder the skin within

While, if dirty and dry, the skin without

Refuses to let the sweat come out.

Good people all, have a care of your skin,

Both that without and that within;

To the first give plenty of water and soap,

To the last, Tittle else but water, we hope.

But always be very particular where

You get your water, your food, and your air;

For if these be tainted or rendered impure,

It will have its effect on blood, be sure.

To food which will ever for you be the best

Is that you like most, and can soonest digest.

All unripe fruit and decaying flesh

Beware of, and fish that is not very fresh.

But of all things the most I would have you beware

Of breathing the poison of once-breathed air.

When in bed, whether out or at home you may be,

Always open the windows and let it go free.

With clothing and exercise keep yourselves warm,

And change your clothes quickly if caught in a storm,

For a cold caught by chilling the outside skin

Flies at once to the delicate lining within.

All you who thus kindly take care of your skin,

And attend to its wants without and within,

Need never of cholera feel and fears,

And your skin may last you a hundred years.

                                                                        JOSEPH  POWER

THE BEAUTIFUL !

Very nice poem that I came across and I thought to share......

Beautiful faces are those that wear

It matters little if dark or fair

Whole- souled honesty printed there.

Beautiful eyes are those that show,

Like crystal panes where heart-fires glow,

Beautiful thoughts that burn below

Beautiful lips are those whose words

Leap from the earth like songs of birds

Yet whose utterance prudence girds

Beautiful hands are those that do

Work that is earnest, and brave, and true

Moment by moment the long day through

Beautiful feet are those that go

On kindly ministries to and fro-

Down lowliest ways, if God wills it so

Beautiful shoulders are those that bear

Ceaseless burdens of homely care

With patience grace and daily prayer

Beautiful lives are those that bless

Silent rivers of happiness,

Whose hidden fountains few may guess.

NEEDS V/S MORALS

          NEEDS V/S MORALS

This is a never ending debate of Needs v/s morals, where you can’t pin down to the winner. Because every time is near to the finish line, there is another fact pops up making you re think your proposition. For example a random boy on the street steal because he was starving for days and had no subway option to fill his empty belly. Stealing is immorality but need has it’s own weigh in the balance. You can keep thinking at your wits end but at the end of the day you won’t even be in vicinity of a proper answer.

“It’s all about damn sex “

How many patients in my six years of practice of white coat that I encounter people walking in the wooden gate of my clinic, with not only a problem but an appropriate solution to it?

All they needed a moralistic stamp from another human being.

Well, I say, I had one, till now and I thank god for that.

A woman in her early thirties walked in with huge documented files of having tales of her medical history

All the  gynecologist she  have ever been to unanimously sang just one diagnosis for her, “Uterine Fibroids” And when they were ready with the scalpel and the anesthesia to get them cut with their housing area, they disappeared without leaving any trace of residual symptoms of disparities in her menstrual cycle. For months the hide and seek game continued without its sequence being deciphered until one day the patient herself adorned the Sherlock hat to decode it and what she came up was not only surprising but shocking till its last word. She was diagnosed with this problem two years back, at the same time when her husband was diagnosed with diabetes Mellitus.

Now this would be irrelevant medical detail because we take in consideration the blood relation under the column of family history. But as suspenseful the things get, it was actual key to the lock.

There was a complete loss of libido [complete absence of sexual desires] that leads the man to row towards medical investigation and in no time the culprit called diabetes was nailed for it.

He started with the different brands of allopathic linage which were able to brigade down his rising blood sugar levels but fell flat to increase his sexual drive.

Like men, women too have needs that have to be fulfilled but this woman was rendered helpless in middle of no man’s land. The sexual frustration piled up whose first signs appeared in the form of bleeding fibroids. But still one question remains unanswered, even though we understood the origin of the problem. What’s with the hide and seek game?

Well, she used those perverted devices to fulfill her desires as well as tried hard to bridle her morals to go astray which temporarily blanked her misery but actually they were fuming embers buried deep in earth waiting to erupt with its bloom and glory.

“WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT IT?”

If the things would have settled, I won’t be writing further and further, but instead of settlement with those vibratos and stuff, there was a brewing controversy to take birth.

The lady was not happy with the scenario which was rendering her into self pity and self disgust mode and now she was done with regular fights over the topic. She knew her body will give up and she would lose the sanity of her mind and it was the high time that she stepped in boldly may be promiscuous to save them both.

Finally she found her match in a married man at workplace who shared the same misery of unfulfilled desires.

They can shoulder each other and can epitomize a real life “friends with benefits” example.

They both don’t want to get out of this marriage because there is no apparent reason but at same time the non apparent reason is the fishbone stuck in throat.

The question is the lady asked my expert opinion upon her suggestive treatment to her complaint, in short she wants my blessings for her first extra marital affair.

MIND V/S BRAIN

Irrespective of the fact whatever I say or explain in the prolific erudite style, the lady will do what she have to do. She can shunt doctors till she gets her desired answer. Here is my dilemma.

Option A: The piling in sexual tension makes her quite susceptible case of uterine cancer [according to Dr. Hamer’s theory which we discussed earlier. Dr. Hamer says; to save such patient, whatever it takes just resolve the conflict].

Option B: The book of morals categorized it under Lust and prohibits act.

Option C: Shut yourself into your chamber and hide beneath the white coat and apply wait and watch strategy till the storm get over.

ONE YEAR LATER….

It didn’t matter what option I picked. It’s what really happened.

The lady is pregnant.

Her husband was under fertility treatment to beget. The lady still have ties with her need fulfiller and their average for past one year have been once a week.

And the moot point, that concerns us all, her fibroids have finally gone forever and she has received clean chit from all gynecologists.

PHRENOLOGY OF LUST

Small, horizontal elongated almond shaped eyes [Arabic eyes]

MORAL

Irony is in itself.    

HASTE LE VISTA {BREAKDOWN PART- 2}

                                                 “HASTE LE VISTA”

                                            (PART 2 OF BREAKDOWN)
This lady born in the family of illiterate people had a humble education with no following big degree attached to her name. Though her beauty scored high on the board and as a consequence she was married early in her seventeenth year of life.

Her husband was a good man who kept her happy and even air the embers of her ambition. He got her into the college against the wishes of his stereotype family. His openness provided wings to the lady who started to think big. Oh! The life has bestowed utmost benevolence and over flowing out of the cup happiness in her life. She was in so much love with her husband and they had their first love child, a baby girl. But, as the fate had it, on brutal day, everything given to her just slipped away from her fingers.

Her child was in teething phase, her college education was in midway and her youthful life had just walked few steps from inception point, when the news of the sudden accidental death of her husband standstill everything, a  tragic tale causing a bleached life.

She went into depression because of the heartbreak but lessons of lively vivid life were so deep imbibed in her soul by her deceased husband that she survived across the pacific. Her broken heart which was wounded beyond repair could only be bandaged with the fancy that may be in next life she would meet the man of his dreams again. Haste-le-Vista, she will see him later, but when she meets him again, she needs to have trails of successful life behind her to show him that how much she treasured the small phase that they had together. She wiped her tears and was ready for the voyage. But there were perils in her path. Her in-laws family was not so keen to have her and her baby girl and so she was back to her parents’ house.

She couldn't have her foot hold there too as being the part of the big clan of seven sisters; she was supposed to find another nest.

Against her wishes, she was married again, this time to a widower with already two toddler boys. The second man in her life was quite a laid back one. He had no ideology and was happy to work like an ass in his mediocre settings.

The lady was not supposed to settle in for it. She had wings which were ready to spread. Hence breaking all household thresholds she went out, revolting and got herself a tag of professionalism. She found her way in the dark and started to walk alone and when it started to get sunny, the crowd joined her.

She was successful and started her own business enterprise. In no time the luck blessed her with one more child, a baby boy and riches again. Her husband followed her league.

It’s been twenty years since her second marriage and she is not ready to rest. She wants to fly far beyond the limits of the sky with only one wish in her heart that burns like aired ember “haste-le-vista”…

Life is never stagnant; it goes around in both cases. It is want you want and what you choose?

We always have a choice!

PHRENOLOGY OF HOPE

1.      The proper and full nasal septum that divides the nostril.

2.      Brightness of eyes.

MORAL

Life is clay, mold it the way you want it.

Breakdown Part 1= mayday mayday

            BREAKDOWN

 MAYDAY MAYDAY

At certain point of life , there are some milestone that we nomenclature as turning points, stumbling point, boiling point or breaking point. Each and every epoch on the road map of destiny have following consequences while we live our life. Thereafter, is all about swimming through those after effects. They say, life is all about the way you design it. Is it true? Do we ever have choices to make?

Here is a story of two ladies stumbling over almost a same pebble and nicking the same artery leading to a major hemorrhagic draining out all what they once dream about the Rainbow Life.

STORY 1= MAYDAY MAYDAY

With the awesome statistical figure, this lady stood almost 5 feet 7 inches above the ground level. She was pretty, smart, educated and domesticated. A complete cocktail for a prospectus bride. Girls with such credentials life move fast with them. One weekend she had her graduation degree and the following Sunday she had a grand photo shoot with the rock in her middle finger.

The guy was an engineer with well settled family background. The things were pretty colorful on the canvas and all those wedding bells ringing above the head. But sooner the colors start to fade away and her whole life got bleached when even after two years of marriage, the dowry demands from the so called well settled background family didn't get satiated.

Domestic violence, weepy eyes and broken heart all were delineated on her phizog
like a tell tail farce. When the water was neck high, the girl’s family finally intervened and cut off all the wear and tear ties of this burden relationship. The girl was back to square one from she started. Six months of wound healing and again she was up for matrimony. Though this time she really found her knight in shinning armor with whom she also have a baby girl, but the wounds of past have left deep scars that refuse to melt down with passing time and left her hurt deep.

Life is beautiful for her at the moment. Living a larger than canvas life in her love nest, she still fears a worse is yet to happen. Sometimes her anxieties are sky high.

In one case, her daughter had chicken pox and she went screaming on roof top. Her daughter healed in a week, but it took months for her nerves to settle.

She is not ready to shake hands with life and have become very suspicious of even good things knocking her door.

It’s been twenty years since her second marriage and still her status quo is maintained.

PHRENOLOGY OF HYPER ANXIOUS PEOPLE

1.      Long and thin nose

2.      Small nostrils.

Check out next week a complete contrast, the story of lady number 2, in ‘HASTE LE VISTA’

THE WHENCE OF DOOMED FUTURE = MARRIAGE TO THE DEVIL

THE WHENCE OF DOOMED FUTURE

        MARRIAGE TO THE DEVIL

“Future” is the big business house. How many of us would be fantasized to know about the occult and it is because of our curiosity and financial contribution we give birth to the best con people and charlatan of society. Though this is the domain of astrologers but what happens when we blindly believe it.

IT’S GOING TO GET DARK

She is a well qualified engineering teacher in one of the reputed college of Delhi. She is the only sister to her well settled brothers in Australia. Since her NRI brothers are financial contributor; she bears the burden of the responsibility of her parents in India.

She is 27 years old and ripened enough to get into matrimony but whenever you ask her about the life’s crucial decision she have just one blunt answer “I don’t want to get married.”

A logical understanding about her detailed family history can deduce since her elder brother had a fail marriage; it created fears in her heart and demyelinated her romantic synopsis of brain. But to the utter disbelief, this happens to be not the reason for her animosity towards the holy matrimony.

She says that her birth chart have such complex calculations that any relationship she enter would destine for a break up. And it is not just one astrologer that voiced for it but there is a unanimous chain of ten eminent prestigious scholars of society vouching in for same statement. Even though how hard you try to talk her out of her paranoid belief, she would counter exemplifying it as the similar birth chart matrix of her elder brother, who not only defied the words of wisdom and got married finally ending it an eminent break up. She is not in any position to take the dagger in her chest. She is happy and well-off without it.

She is so stuck up with this fevicol idea that no logical explanation could dare to move her from it.

Even though her elder brother has not given up over happiness and gearing up of second marriage and her younger brother who too suffer from the traces of worst birth chart scenario, is presently dating an Australian lady.

PHRENOLOGY OF A BELEIVER

High arched eyebrows dividing the forehead in equally two parts.

Dropping of outer commeasure of eyes.

MORAL

Irrespective of the fact what the changeable lines on the hand and numerical of stars says, the bridle of future is still held in hands of almighty and hence susceptible to variability.

the ticking time bomb {part -2}

      TICKING TIME BOMB

                                                                             (PART-2)

The protagonist has well mastered the Brits stiff upper lip demure as the consequences of her eventful life!

She was just thirty and had developed thick medical records. From day in to day out she was popping pills for hypothyroidism diabetes mellitus and irregular menstrual cycle and frequent recurrent attack of IBS (irritable bowel syndrome)

Due to all these accumulated pathologies she couldn’t conceive again and had two failed IVF (In Verto Fertilization) procedures to her name. Her daughter was five by then and it was high time that she have sibling support. Every time her orthodox mother-in-law made trip to her city’s dwelling, she became death pale remembering all those tyrannous cannons. She would let loose her tongue on her for not giving a grandson to the family. She bugged her to try harder to have another baby. The lady was left with no choice except to swallow the lump and just stifle.

She turned to religious fast and austerities to find some tranquillity and miraculously she conceived, this time with twins. She was happy. Her fat medical history brought in few complications but her doctors were competent enough to not only accept the challenge but gave it a tooth and nail contest. Anyways, she need to have caesarean surgery to give birth to her twins, only to realize later that her new born girls shoulder got dislocated during the process.

Next six months were frustrating. Her days were spent worrying and caring about the new ones in her life. She didn’t took any big leaps in advice care for herself after the surgery, always settled for loop holes but for her kids she philandered with blood and sweat, year later her hard work finally paid off and her little girl shoulder was back to the pavilion but her body started to beep code red. Her condition declined with day’s pace. 

There was another addition to her medical records; she developed an intestinal polyp and crohn’s disease. The abdominal pain was crossing her tolerance threshold and all the pain killers were started becoming pain friendly. Her doctor husband took his wife case to his gastro-entrologist friends who unanimously vouched for a surgery. In no time, giving in consideration the lady’s condition, surgery was scheduled.

But irrespective of their hasty steps, the ticking time bomb exploded in her abdomen. Her intestine perforated a complication of crohn’s disease and she had all the mixing of poisonous fluid with her abdominal contents. She had peritonitis a worse medical emergency where the survival rates are valued in minuscule.

Immediately she went under back to back major laprotomy (open abdomen surgery) quinces of fluid was drained out of her gut. For days when breathing became strenuous she was put on ventilator inside the closed endeavour of ICU.

HAMER’S THEORY

As for now...

She is partially out of danger. A food pipe is put down her throat to help her with food and another pipe connected to her abdomen that drains out the pus. She is breathing on her own.

Though she survived this one and it will take months to get back on her feet.

But the question lingers large, when will be the second ticking bomb set on.

MORAL

Partially, we write own destiny. It totally depends upon what ink we use.

The ticking time bomb {part 1}

                   TICKING TIME BOMB

                                                                               (PART-1)

A scene before an ambushed bomb goes off is pretty much normal. People walk carefully to here and there, carrying out their errands, their brain loaded with their personal worries completely unaware of even the whence of impeding shadow of death. And then in that entire normalcy, there is a sudden blast, and then thereafter left is blood and mangled bodies all over. And nothing seemed normal.

Similarly there are many ticking bombs waiting to explode inside our bodies leading to massive destruction. Only difference being, they are triggered by our own rogue self, contrary to the terrorist motive.

THE STIFFLE LIFE

She was the most beautiful girl of the locality. Once the eyes crosses her face, they were definitely bond to bounce back again on her god’s personally crafted phizog.

Though at a very tender age, she was exposed to custom made perils, the very first being, when her father deserted them and ran away to another town for a better life and for a new wife. It was her mother whose bold personality brought whole scenario under control and stood like a shield for her family. Though she provided them their basic needs but a missing father figure was constant thought that linger in her heart. This didn’t make her sad but only angry. Paradoxically there was no one to vent it out over. Hence she stiffed.

Years later she was moulded into a very pleasant damsel, studied hard and just after graduation landed into a job of receptionist at some random hospital.

Things were going pretty smooth, till one day she announced in her house that some new doctor has proposed to her. Her mother was ascetic, as she could sense a better life for her now.

She started dating that doctor, only to know after few months that he was married. She was heartbroken and more than sad, she was angry of being cheated again, first her father and now her lover. Again her introvert demure prevented her to vent out anger. SHE STIFLED.

Couple months of severance made the love smitten doctor realized that he couldn’t live without her and he traced back his steps towards her, after having a divorce and settled law suit.

She wasn’t ready to go back but her mother’s frequent regular persistence, she finally gave up to the building pressure, ended up marrying the doctor. She was, the lady luck in doctor’s life, in no time doctor had money raining from all side, that he brought a big house, own car and job at a very reputed hospital as a HOD to the department. But the only drawback was, he got busy and couldn’t give much deserved time to her new and beautiful wife. It won’t have mattered to the girl, if her in-laws won’t have went on her about the second wife tyrannies. She couldn’t revert; after all it was her choice to pick that kind of life. She stiffed another episode of suppressed anger.

A year later she was blessed with a baby girl. Finally there was something to smile about, something to feel worthy of being living. For a time being she locked that suppressed anger in a closet and savoured  the blessings showered over her, till one day, couple years later, it relapsed with much mutiny.

CHECK OUT NEXT WEEK, the rest of the story of her stiff stride and finally the great explosion.