BORN WORRIED

   BORN WORRIED

Life teaches us so many lessons sometimes in the harsh way and those things get imprinted over our brain, mind and heart forever. This new found wisdom helps us to make better choices in future but what happens when we get jinxed over one thing and our life revolve over and over and over again to that point? See for yourself.

PRE-HISTORIC LIFE

These are the days, short lived and long forgotten. The days which are marked with springs and blossoming flowers of childhood, no worries and only fun, so was the life of this boy. He was the son of a banker. The spring swept away so fast those now those days have become nothing but the memory in the nostalgic yellow pages of book. He had big dreams for himself. A probable graduation scholarship and foreign settlement but the dreams are gone broken.

THE HAUNTED PAST

It was a time he was about to take the decision about his career but lo and behold the lightening stuck their house. His father was diagnosed with third stage throat cancer (it wasn’t a surprise for the family as it was expected because of his father’s indulgent activities throughout his life but the surprise factor was is timing of appearance). His life started to shuttle between the chemo’s of his dad, his studies and his low scale coaching business which he used to do to fund his pocket money.

THE PRODIGAL SON

Day by day his father condition worsened and day by day his professional hard work tried to outshine. If there is a straight road there are no worries but the brain wrenching happen when there comes a T-point where the wits of greats get exhausted without being conclusive. But this young boy who was genetically mutated to man with burden on his shoulder had to find answers. Since his father job was just dissolving in ether, leaving boy’s low scale turned medium scale business as the financial liquidity there was another outbreak of news.

The boy had received a complete scholarship for his once upon a time foreign dream. The boy could see the irony; the father could see his helplessness and the mother could manage a shower of tears. His decision would describe the course of future. And hence came the era of prodigal son.

TEN YEARS DOWN THE LINE

He is well settled coaching teacher now and his business is bearing him lot of juicy fruits. He is married with a kid too. His father died two years after the diagnosis. And after that major setback, life has been velvety smooth for him except his mind made creases giving him jerky and bumpy rides.

The incident in his early twenties has made him aged like a worrisome man with pulsating carotid in his early thirties now. He have started living on edge irrespective of the fact that life has given him a chance to let down his hair and relax on the revolving chair but still, once broken dream and tore heart had left a deep scar and the constant fear of impending misery. If he wants, he still can’t live his life the fullest.

PHRENIOLOGY OF WORRISOME

Small eyes

Excessive long nose (makes one excessively cautious and particular about the surrounding)

Tense lines on the forehead showing itself the deep furrows

MORAL

Destiny is always destining to happen whether we worry about it or not. 

Want of Prodigal Son

     WANT OF PRODIGAL SON

We have stepped into 21^st century and aged with its passing years but still our stingy mediocre thinking is glued to our social outlook having male child in the family who can be crowned as the prodigal son, who carries on the family genes into the new century. In past, we have seen under the pretext of having male child, there was increase number of female feticide. The advance medical test like ultrasonography and ammocentesies became the play cards in the hands of bigots of the society.

But these are the con old methods; the new to one in is SURROGACY.

             TWO SISTERS AND ONE BROTHER

The family was one of the nuclear family of Delhi with very well settled background but the only flaw that they think they had was that they have two daughters no son. Since the orthodoxy of gone ages ran in their blood. But when their two daughters were young and below ten years of age their financial condition didn't allow the burden of third. But with passing time, as wealth increased in their bank accounts, they were robbed of appropriate age to beget a child. But the dream to have a baby boy still lingers deep in their thoughts even though they were on the verge of getting their eldest daughter married.

It was the modern technology that opened doors for them to get their wish fulfilled.

They went and registered for surrogacy, nine months of wait, two lakh down the pipe, last moment of anxiety and definitely misuse of technology to know the gender of unborn finally bear them the fruit. They became the proud parents of the boy, delivered by the maid who worked in some remote sectors of suburb of the city. Poverty made her do that, money made them buy the son.

The two day old boy went under the gruesome scanning head to toe to rule out any organo-pathy or genetic disorder. Boy was young and healthy and his new mother was old with arthritic knee.

It seemed like a fairy tale, finally their patience paid and they bought their way changing the course of destiny.

But as they say, we should think before, what we wish for.

          PROVIDENCE HAD THE LAST LAUGH

As the boy grew from infancy to toddlerhood under the care of his elder sister (or couple’s second daughter) the big smile and the puffed up pride of the couple started to faint away in oblivion. He started to show symptoms of hyperactivity and destruction. Doctors diagnosed the boy with ADHD= Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.

Our diagnostic machines can pick up pathology or defect in chromosome but not the heredity or per se in this case hyperactivity or insanity running in the bloodline.

The body at present is undergoing super-expensive psychiatric help and is yet to take admission in school like his peers.

He was born to be a prodigal son to take the responsibility of his aging foster parents but he became the overgrowing liability for the oldies.

        PHRENOLOGY OF BIGOTS OF SOCIETY

Stiffed upper lip

Pinched nose

                                  MORAL

Sometimes when we force god though we are delivered the package but the packing is not the same as we want it to be.

THE GREAT DESPERATION (EUTHANASIA SERIES)

   THE GREAT DESPERATION

                                             (EUTHANASIA SERIES)

Euthanasia means mercy killing. The continents have been divided over this never ending debate of mercy killing for terminally ill people. When their ailment become incurable and their sufferings crosses extremes, they plead for death, they plead for no other breath and then the big question arises on the humanitarian ground, whether or not they deserve the peaceful death. But when mankind can’t hold any firm grounds and the matter just keep going on merry-go-rounds, it’s the desperation of the sufferer who finally noun the clown.

WORKOLOCHIC SALVATION

He was 53 years old when he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and it shocked everyone who heard it. The guy in his plenty years of existence on the planet had lived in and with nature with a signature Amish style in the Forest of Jim Corbett Park.

And after being diagnosed with city’s lavish disorder and being treated in city’s ravishing hospital, his misery increased many fold. Finally he got bored with this humdrum existence and frequent rendezvous with doctors that one fine morning he gave up all, running back to the pavilion in the greenery of the forest to find the ultimate solace.

He abandoned the whole lot of colored medicines, digital scans and the bed rest to the greenery of the dense jungle.

Whole life he has never smoked a cigar, have aside any hard drink, had not touch soft one, but still without such indulgence he didn’t expected such fall down in his bachelor life.

His brother and mother requested him to stay but one thing that didn’t rusted in his body was his obstinacy. His decision was the rocky line with no exception. He had remedied his condition with work alcoholic euthanasia.

And what was expected, happened in just matter of days. The fortnight later to the day he left the house, the son of nature got absorbed in nature, Ashes to ashes, earth to earth. Was it a desperation or prudence, the question still looms large?

SANTHARA

 (Religious Ecastic)

Years back, in my intern year, my friend was dealing with a case of liver cirrhosis (liver damage, again irreversible pathological condition) of one of her acquaintance who happened to be of Jainism faith.

The lady was 65 years old and was diagnosed with Wilson tumor (excessive disposition of copper in body which mainly damages the liver) which has rotten her liver and as a result she had a screwed up digestion. Her day in and day out struggle was with swallowing the morsel of food but completely futile. All that went in one way in fraction of seconds was puked out with addition of gastric juices.

Even the senior most doctor of our hospital went in to see the patient at bed side, but the projectile vomiting had no full stop. The family of lady had taken opinion from all system of medicines authorized in India but the canvas was still colored with shades of grey.

She was a strong will lady, that once, at the death of her husband in her youth, she became the man of the house bringing up her two little kids. But now she had enough from life and she didn’t want to cry or be on her knees in front of verdict of providence and hence she turned tables on destiny and decided to adorn “santhara”. It is a religious fast in which the persons willfully give up his life, fasting till the very end. No grains and no water.

Her family tried to talk her out but even on death bed, her words were rock solid. It didn’t take death much time to take her soul away. Finally it was desperation that played the dice.

Both the above listed cases went into their choose euthanasia.

PHRENOLOGY OF STRONG WILL

Remarkable horizontal length of upper lip demonstrates the strong self esteem trait.

Prominent parallel lines running from base of the nose to the center of the upper lip cutting it represent high moral trait.

Bright and big eyes show confidence.

Broad nose with well placed alae nasi indicate pneumatic nose hence finally to brain gives strong decision making power.

NOTE

I can’t think of any flashy moral. In my freshman year I won first prize for speaking against the motion of euthanasia-mercy killing. But now bring in practice for six years and watching the naked reality of sufferings, my heart and my mind differ with their own proposition. Hence, it’s a never ending debate of ethics.