Focus...

Focus. It's a funny thing.

"Focus" She said. "Focus on what he's doing."

I held the mask over his face.
I thought of how simple life was when I was a kid. Focus.
I thought of how last night while driving back, we hit a dog... how I wanted to stop and see how it was doing but my friend said "who cares ? It's just a street dog !" And I thought of my own Ruby and how it could have been her. But I allowed the car to drive on. Focus.
I thought of how sick I felt having to depend on my aging parents even as I enter my 3rd decade of life, because of my professional choices. Focus.

He wasn't breathing. I opened his mouth forcefully.
I thought of how I could remember the first chocolate a girl gave me, but I couldn't see her face anymore in my head or remember her giggle. Focus.
I thought of the first child who died in my arms. Focus.
I thought of how I myself chose every important decision in my life... and watched everyone in my life suffer. Focus.

From where I'm looking, the light is dim... but I can see what I need to. I know I can do it. Above all else, I must believe I can do it.
"Give me the 8.5 number tube." I say.
"Are you sure ?" my senior asks doubtfully. "Yes, Ma'am."
I think of how my recent crush turned out to be not just married, but also a mother. Focus.
I think of how alone I feel in a crowd everyday. Focus.
I think of how when I'm gone, people will vaguely remember me as someone who made them laugh for atleast one day in their life. Focus.


"Tube's in." I say as I remove the scope and connect the tube to the oxygen source.
The Madam turns to the students beside her.
"Did you all focus on what he did ? It was a difficult intubation but he made it look so easy. That comes with experience and good concentration skills. You could see it in his eyes. His mind was focussed only on the patient in front of him and how to intubate him. He did not allow his mind to wander or be distracted by what was going on around him in this operation theatre. That is what is needed when handling a difficult case. That is true... what's the word ?
"Focus ?" a junior volunteers.
"Exactly. Focus. That's what he displayed just now to you all. Good job, Roshan."

The irony is not lost on me. I nod thankfully as I motion simultaneously to the surgeon that he can begin operating.

I think about how someday, I too will come home to my own wife and kids. Focus.
I think about how someday, my name too will appear in journal articles and presentations. Focus.
I think about how someday, I will finally bring joy to those I love. Focus.
I think of how someday, hopefully, the tide will turn in my favour again. Focus.

From where I'm looking, the light is dim... but I can see what I need to. I know I can do it.

Above all else, I must believe I can do it. Focus.

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Love story of a doctor... a bittersweet SMS


I was in 12th.
She was in 12th.

I got MBBS
She got BSc.

I was doing MBBS
She got MSc.

I was doing MBBS
She got PhD.

I completed MBBS
She got a doctorate.

She got married.
I was preparing for a PG entrance.

She is the mother of 2 children.
I am doing my MCh.

Her child is in 1st standard.
I completed my MCh.

Her son passed 10th.
I have opened my clinic.

The irony of it all ...
Today is my ENGAGEMENT...
And today is her tubectomy.

Author's note : I guess this SMS was sent as ajoke to me... but there's just something so truthful about it that struck me... because I know many a medical heart that has suffered this scene in real life and had to carry on.

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When Pigs did Fly...


Bang in the middle of it. That's where I am now.
When I'd first heard of a new disease, swine flu, hitting Mexico and how they'd responded by going into a curfew, I wondered how a whole nation could come to a standstill for a cough. Then again, Mexico's population barely covers a few few Indian states at best. Of course, I also recall listening to my mom tell me how those 'damn USA people and their neighbours' should have expected it with their porky habits. I spent a good few minutes of that conversation trying to convince her that the disease was not contracted by eating pork or for that matter, hugging pigs, sleeping besides pigs or if a pig sneezes around you. Mom listened carefully while I explained it all to her. She always listens when I speak on medical matters. Cause I know best.

Since then, I've watched the pigs fly across oceans and continents, waxing and waning wherever they stopped by, taking a few lives and leaving many a runny nose along the way. And just like that, one fine day, I woke up and found myself bang in the middle of it. From out of nowhere, Pune became the hub of the disease in India with a present score of 15 out of 23 registered deaths across the nation and over 180 people diagnosed to be infected in less than a week.

On Saturday, I'd struggled to get elbow space while walking through the busy malls of Pune, waiting in line for my ice cream cone(s). On Monday, the mall was all mine. The 1000 strong Saturday crowd had dwindled down to a brave ( uninformed ) 25 of us on Monday, even before the official call to shut down colleges, schools, malls and theatres had occured.
Of course, even then, we were all wearing the statutory masks. Of course, back then it was the basic one. Since then, calls for the more impermeable N95 masks have reverberated across the city. It felt weird walking down the streets and staring at all the different types of masks available... I couldn't help but imagine how, like a bikini, soon, there'd be more varieties available in shapes ( a two piece for my nose and mouth ? ), G- string ( covering just my nostrils ? ), the see-throughs ( for the daring girls of the city.. oooh yeah ) and of course, my all time favourite - the itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot maskini !! I wouldn't be surprised if before this is all over, this would actually come true.

On a more serious note, I've been reading a lot of articles on how people feel the disease is hyped. How it's just a flu and this is some sort of gimmick by the medical / pharmaceutical ganglords to cash in on just a simple running nose. Being in the medical field for nearly a decade now and having a front row seat here in one of Pune's hospitals which has decided not to turn away symptomatic patients, unlike some of the major hospitals, I have to say that I disagree.

The symptoms have usually started with a simply runny nose and sore throat, fever and headaches ; just as in each and every case of flu you and I have encountered over the years. But then it turns bad... and turns bad real fast. Respiratory distress sets in acutely and in hours, your lungs need external mechanical support in the form of ventilators just to keep you alive. Amongst those who've progressed to needing ventilatory support, only 30 % have been weaned off it.. i.e. have come out alive.

As scoffers say, it is true that most of the patients dying have underlying diseases as well... but there are two questions I'd like to ask you in this regard.
Firstly, How many of your loved ones are truly free of any disease ? And given the choice, would you want your parents or spouse walking around in the midst of a disease that spreads by breathing ? Would you be willing to risk their health for your beliefs, citing the high odds ? Would you be willing to let them sit besides someone with a runny nose if another seat were available ?
And secondly, while most of those who died had underlying diseases, what about the healthy youngsters who died ? They were just walking around like you and me minding their own business and 48 hours after sneezing for the first time, they were taken off ventilatory support and declared dead. They were not necessarily of a lower social strata either.

My heart goes out to the medical residents stuck in between all this. On the one hand, you have a shortage of protective mechanisms ( acute shortage of even the basic masks and Tamiflu pills ) while on the other hand, you find yourselves literally staring into the mouths of possibly infected patients for as many as 24 hour straight shifts. You examine patient after patient, enduring their coughs and sneezes, knowing that even the cough droplets which lands on the table in front of you, can potentially be fatal. I know we would all have loved to be decked in Z-kits ( the protective kind which covers us from head to toe usually seen in disaster movies ) with our fancy N-95 masks and literally swimming in antiviral tablets, but the fact is - we're at the wrong end of the barrel of a deadly gun. We're risking our lives and praying a single flimsy mask will save us , when we ourselves know it won't work. I've been getting calls from medical staff and friends in other states advising me to wear upto 6 regular masks to get the effect of an N95... they maybe right, but they're also being impractical.

In fact, unlike public opinion on the streets, I'm totally supporting the stand of those doctors who, having being denied these protective measures, have refused to treat flu patients. Sure, our aim is to heal but that doesn't mean that we have to die for lack of protective gear simply 'because we're doctors and it's expected of us.' Just as getting HIV or Hepatitis B from your patients is not part of the job description, dying for a patient isn't a doctor's job. Atleast the last time I checked. If the city cannot provide adequate protective measures and preventive medication to the attending doctors, who are easily the highest risk group presently, I see no reason to blame them for their indifference and concerns.

My two cents ? Stay at home and enjoy a long weekend. India was always gonna be a boiling pot once it all started thanks to our population density. Since even city wide curfews are impossible here, the best you can do is take adequate hygenic precautions and avoid large crowds and closed ventilation halls or malls. Because respiratory diseases hitting a nation as crowded as ours - well, it's gonna take awhile to get rid of it. Other than that, pray to the Swine God ( surely, we must have one of those amongst our One crore Gods , right ? ) and offer sweetmeats to every pig you see to keep him happy. And save a prayer for us white coats too... we're gonna need it, now that all the regular patients have disappeared and only the sneezers are pouring in.

Of course, my Mom just called again and told me that now that the disease is in Pune, I should wear my mask properly, even while eating ( guess I'll have to get the two piece mask for that ) and to stop walking around pigs. I thought of explaining it to her once more, but then I figured I was better off just agreeing to whatever she said. So I did what I do best.
I listened carefully while she explained it all to me. I always listen when she speaks on medical matters. Cause Mommy know best.




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Love Aaj Kal : ****

Team A consists of those went to the movie and came out saying "Yuck !!What a crap movie. What was that all about ? "

Team B consists of those who went to the movie and came out saying "Wow !! What a refreshing movie. Great story well told."

Having seen the movie, I can safely say this.. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL YOU TEAM A PEOPLE ??? I mean, seriously, get a life !!!!

This is easily the best Bollywood movie script to come out this year. It is awesome simply because it is real. Yes, I said real. This is how we've become. There is no glossing over the fact. Gone are the days when a taxi driving Aamir Khan kisses a heiress Karishma Kapoor ( Raja Hindustani ) forcibly in the rain and she's in love with him forever.

Mind you, this isn't Saif Ali's film. Nor is it Deepika Padukone's.. it is director Imtiaz Ali's all the way. It is a screenplay that deals with how much love has changed over the past few generations... and yet, how little really has changed.

Two stories play out before our eyes in parallel views.. we have the contemporary, hip dude Saif Ali Khan holding a breakup party with his girlfriend Deepika at the very onset of the film ; the decision to break up being the possibility of a strained relationship once she moves to India from UK. It is a celebration of the times they had, rather than a mourning of love lost... it is an indicator of things to come. In breaking up, they become more liberated in their conversations and dealings with each other and this will, in the end, redefine their relationship.

Watching this unfold is a puzzled Rishi Kapoor who in the course of time, reveals to Saif the story of his own love to a girl he never spoke to for over a year, young Harleen Kaur.
The Saif of 1965, playing a young Rishi Kapoor, is of course, the man we're used to seeing in Bollywood films... the man who falls in love at first sight, who travels beyond state borders just to see a girl he's never spoken to... just to fall in love. And in his story, are some of the best moments of the film. In particular is a scene when they first meet after he arrives in Calcutta to see her after spending a year in love with her memory... her reaction to his gift is amazing. Believe me, that moments alone made me wish I was in love again. Of course, inspite of how different they are, the Saif Ali Khan of 2009 eventually realises just how alike he is to Rishi Kapoor... how even though they don't agree with each other, their heart says differently.

In between this, of course, both Saif and Deepika find love / companionship in other partners, but even then, they both feel incomplete and it shows. And that is perhaps where so many people find fault with the film. They complain "If they love each other, how can they be with other people ?" I say that is, in fact, one of it's biggest strengths... showing us for what we are. It isn't about making grave mistakes, we all do that ; it's about continuing on with life and still having hope for redemption... still clinging on to the hope of love. It's about being scared to commit, being scared to be alone, being bold enough to live your dreams... or shatter them a day after you've finally realised them. In short, it's about life as it exists today. As Rishi sagely points out " In the olden days, we gave up our careers for true love, today you kids give up true love for your careers." Wise words indeed...

For me, this was a beautiful love story. It was genuine ( no mean feat considering Bollywood's been churning out a 100 romantic films a year since 1950. ), it was funny, it was heartfelt and well executed. There were so many moments you could relate to, from both the love stories.

The songs, like in his eariler directorial venture, Jab We Met, grow on you. Whether it be the dance number "Twist" or the heart rendering "Dooriyan", they do find a place in your heart.. Saif and Deepika both have roles tailor made for them while Gisele Monteiro , a Brazilian model playing a homely Punjabi kudi, is an ethereal beauty... I mean WOW !!! Talk about inspired casting !! Watching Rishi Kapoor too is a joy... he always brings a certain charm to his roles.

My two cents ? This is a movie for those young at heart.. for those who have felt the pangs of love and want to relive it again. This is the movie to take your gal / guy along and slowly remember why the two of you fell in love with each other before.

This is, in short, a worthy follow up, to Jab We Met.

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