The Healing touch .....

...The "Mendhuru" ( Noon) Sun records   now 37  to  39'C  regularly , the  Electronic display @ the beach would suggest  , the  Splash & Dive will provide  the  much  needed  succour as Breakers  after Breakers  would  bring ambient  saline surf for a much needed Holiday  of a Friday....relentless & Occasional Cool Cool water  wud be a surprise  though...transiently ...Wonder  how  tht  happens  as  the  better  part  of  the  Large  body  of  water  is  warm  under  the  relentless  Sun in  full  Glory  ....the  warm  swell would however  dominate ....The sea underneath is a Calm, of a poise, cut off from the  surface decibels of breakers  and   people  around , as U stretch , dive  in , the saline entering your Nostrils  and  Ears a natural  decongestant as  you surface  up  ....Certain things  don't change & truly it  didn't  change  :  the  regularity  of  the  Waxing  &  waning  of  the  surf ...as year after  year as we are in a tango  with a faithful partner : the sea...never  ceases  to  mesmerize  ...never ever temporary ....a solid partnership of Unison in Nature's bounty ....!!!!

The rains are here

 Blinding rains  are  here ....thunder  &  Lightning .... the  19  th  arrival frm  India  amidst  heavy  downpour hv set  the  tone  for a blistering  Monsoonal  attack  of  "Hulanghu"  in  local  parlance  ....

Having  witnessed  rains in  the  far   southern atolls  two decades back ....its  no  difft......the onslaught  &  its degree same ....

The  sea swells &  travel  risky  .....

The array of Tea packets  both  bought  &  Gifted hv added  a stability of  familiar  &  usual  feel  so  meticulously  cultivated  thruout ....the seasonal  rains  hv just  added a fillip to  the  flagging  soul , the  cup  of  tea   with  an assortment  & array of  a  choice  , a  gift of a fmly frnd  so  well  acknowledged  and  ensconsed  in  the  heart  ...

As the  flts over  the  Laccadive  sea increases in  freq  with Mumbai  skyline  bringing cheers , an umpteenth  time  a feeling  of  well  being  &  belonging  to  a city which is  Home  now  ....Tru :  Home  is  where  the Heart is ..!!!

The End of an Era

 Obituary to  the  Doyen of surgery Prof Narendra Prasad  formerly Prof & HOD surgery PMCH , Patna .

Sir always donned the  white apron , seldom we students saw  him  in formals ....the  Doctors coat was long , the  extremities  well  draped....he was  the  busiest Surgeon around , his colleagues and contemporary being Prof Motilal singh , Prof A A Hai , Prof OP  shah to name  a few .... He  embodied an inspiration & awe for young medicos who at  some point of  time  wanted  to  be a Narendra  Prasad , such  was  his  personality  of  enigma , laced  with Hard,  Hard work and  ultimate professionalism in an era  where Medical instrumentation had just  seen  the  light of  the  day ....we  used to  say Bailey Love  ,  K  das and  S  das in  the same  breath as Prof Dr Narendra Prasad . It  was sheer  number  of  successful  general  surgery  he  used  to  churn  out  on  daily  basis  either  be  it  in  PMCH or  at Alok Nursing  Home . his  personae  was that  of  a lightning : Sharp , Swift , Decisive The hallmark  of a Great surgeon .....this  was further augmented  by  the  twinkle in  his  eyes whenever  he  dwelt  on a topic , leaning  with  his  aproned  arms on  the  LT desk , a  fast applied  approach  to  Clinical  surgery with a smile of  ever  oozing  confidence so  so  very  much essential  for  a practitioner  of  Surgery ....

Prof Narendra  Prasad was a Cynosure of all  eyes  when  he  moved  in  the campus & we Medicos  definitely were awe struck  by  his stature .

As He passes  away , his  Legacy  will be remembered with  thousands  being  touched  in  their  Lives by Narendra  Babu....He will always be  remembered  by  we  Medicos as a solid Pillar of Professionalism & Hard  work , a benchmark of  diligent application to a discipline ....Rest  in  Peace Sir , deeply mourned by all of us ......

Makar Sankranti

 ...the  bone  chilling  Bihar  cold  ...as we siblings  huddle  near  Ma  over  the  Earthen heath  where " Makar Sankranti" preparations  are  underway ... the  kitchen is  warm and  definitely  Ma is  sweating  and  toiling  over  the  heat  of  the  oven ....the  crackling  sound  of  the  ground  rice  paste milky  white  in color  spread  evenly  over  the  pan  diligently  being  spread  over  the  edges  with  a cut brinjal with  its  stalk serving  as  a handle  to  smoothly  outline  the  paste as it starts  crackling  over  the  simmering  heat : this  would  serve  as  the  wrap over  a sweetened  cheese with  condiments  and  grated  coconut , the  preparation  in  bengal  being  called  "Patisaapta". All  eyes  are  glued  as the  delicacy is  special  on  this  particular  Sankranti  occasion. As  we  eat the  hot  preparation : the  ethereal  experience  well  etched  in memory  .....Ah ! Memories  ....Ma :  Her Golden hand  of  a Culinary  skill  unparalleled  &  irreplaceable : Laced  with  her  stellar  preparations was her  Love , bountiful &  in  all Munificence ...the  thin  pair  of  hands  with equally  thin  Golden Bangles  wearing  off over  the  years while  managing  her family with  elan  ....The  unmistakable  "Payas"was  the  Cynosure of all  eyes  and She  had  a  formidable  reputation  in  that  &  we  brothers had a disputed  stake over  the utensils  in  which  it  was prepared as the Payas  tasted  lot  more when partaken from the  utensil directly ....We called  the festivity more as Til Sankranti which held a spl place in our young hearts thanks to the delicacies ..... 

The abundant Rain .....

 ......Unusually Rainy at  this  time  of  the  yr ....as RainGods doing  the  rounds  frequently ...The Presidential Innauguration round  the  corner and preparation  in  full swing ....Diwali passed  off with festive fervour interacting  with frnds and  fmlys back  home ....the  communicability  is  relentless and  excellent , both  electronic  and  transport . As  I  fly  every  mnth  to  Mumbai to  reunite  with fmly  briefly.... the  Airports  at  both  places  a short  distance....a comforting  factor ....the main  street  here a long  one  is  waterlogged in patches , this  is  one  area  the  City infra  failed ...the  inner streets are congested  and waterlogged...a  much  desired  renovation ....The wars  continue  to  linger and frm times immemorial the  mindset  of  might  is  right dominate....the  Human Civilization witnesses not  much  of  a  progress ...The  Wars  are obsolete and  in  this  era irrelevant  other  than  destruction ....as  human  misery  pile  up  so  is  the  indifference....The real  war is on  the  health  front and full attention  need to  allocate proper  direction  as  the  latest Pandemic  proved  ... It  shud  hv  been a  period  of  reconstruction  as  many  fmlys  lost  kins  in  the aftemath  of  the  Onslaught ....with  excellent  Technology the young minds are a hope to change  the  old  order....!!

Finally the full circle

...It starts with Entrance  exam of CLAT 22 (Combined Law Admission Test  ) in  Dec  22 in  Bangalore for  Doel the  island  girl  who completed  her   A  levels here  and  got  a  seat  in  one  of  the  Prestigious  National Law  universities  of   India, precisely  Maharashtra National Law  University  Mumbai located  in  Powai where  another  great  institution  of  IIT is  located .Arnav  the  brother also  got  relocated  from  here  taking  admission  in a prestigious  group  of  schools whose  first  Chairman  was  none other  than  the  Mahatma .Archana too relocated  after  a  17  yr  stint here  in  the  Islands  brushing  shoulders  and  supporting  the  fmly  fulwell.

I on my  part will visit  motherland more  or   less  every  mnth now  for  a  short  stay , thus  completing  the  full  circle .

Relocating  myself  locally  to  a  sea view   more  compact residence & its  back  to  basics  again . 

Having  achieved  the  agenda  of  raising  a  family in  Gods   own  Land  in  quietitude , a sense of  deep  satisfaction  &  gratitude  to  God  &  fmly engulfs  me . The   Indian  Ocean  Diary Rojnamcha bloomed  and  spread  its  fragrance  sustaining  the   family  well maintaining  a  steady  bridge  with homeland  with  friends  &  fmlys . 

Hence  ,  its  time  to  Thank  each  &  everyone  of  you  now.....!!!

 

Fragile string and a thread to behold....

Fragility has crept in....no matter how much u try ..the thread and tenterhooks....a sigh....and crash will come the world...in smithereens...all investments of yesteryears down the drain ....a loss surreptitiously well entrenched....Crusoe made more relevant as he braces up to the kingdom of raw nature, bereft of an iota of a civilization....the social order so painstakingly inculcated now under tremendous pressure from the whiff of fragility doing the rounds...as humans hurtling down the vortex of a myopic view....as far far away from reality of age old systems nurturing stability....a silent revolution has crept in eating away the very foundations of humanity....as you only live in a time frame and the framework finite.....