Showing posts with label Personal opinion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Personal opinion. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2011

The Invincible Damsel


I am that mute invincible Damsel
arrive unannounced to your wife's dismal
Nothing that I could be related to
I desert you in wringing pain so true.

I prefer the high ranked & sedulous
painting their years with darkness
Its a game of loves me loves me not
filled with fear instead of love.

I creep silently on your left and right
yet I carry an aura of light
all dressed up flashy and bright
If you can't spot me, it's not my plight.

Come! Come to the Invincible one
jump into my lap of unpredictable fun
There is no going back I spare none
oh yeah, I go by the name migraine.


- Madhu

Wednesday, October 05, 2011

Stay Hungry! Stay Foolish!



I am honored to be with you today at your commencement from one of the finest universities in the world. I never graduated from college. Truth be told, this is the closest I've ever gotten to a college graduation. Today I want to tell you three stories from my life. That's it. No big deal. Just three stories.
The first story is about connecting the dots.
I dropped out of Reed College after the first 6 months, but then stayed around as a drop-in for another 18 months or so before I really quit. So why did I drop out?
It started before I was born. My biological mother was a young, unwed college graduate student, and she decided to put me up for adoption. She felt very strongly that I should be adopted by college graduates, so everything was all set for me to be adopted at birth by a lawyer and his wife. Except that when I popped out they decided at the last minute that they really wanted a girl. So my parents, who were on a waiting list, got a call in the middle of the night asking: "We have an unexpected baby boy; do you want him?" They said: "Of course." My biological mother later found out that my mother had never graduated from college and that my father had never graduated from high school. She refused to sign the final adoption papers. She only relented a few months later when my parents promised that I would someday go to college.
And 17 years later I did go to college. But I naively chose a college that was almost as expensive as Stanford, and all of my working-class parents' savings were being spent on my college tuition. After six months, I couldn't see the value in it. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life and no idea how college was going to help me figure it out. And here I was spending all of the money my parents had saved their entire life. So I decided to drop out and trust that it would all work out OK. It was pretty scary at the time, but looking back it was one of the best decisions I ever made. The minute I dropped out I could stop taking the required classes that didn't interest me, and begin dropping in on the ones that looked interesting.
It wasn't all romantic. I didn't have a dorm room, so I slept on the floor in friends' rooms, I returned coke bottles for the 5¢ deposits to buy food with, and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple. I loved it. And much of what I stumbled into by following my curiosity and intuition turned out to be priceless later on. Let me give you one example:
Reed College at that time offered perhaps the best calligraphy instruction in the country. Throughout the campus every poster, every label on every drawer, was beautifully hand calligraphed. Because I had dropped out and didn't have to take the normal classes, I decided to take a calligraphy class to learn how to do this. I learned about serif and san serif typefaces, about varying the amount of space between different letter combinations, about what makes great typography great. It was beautiful, historical, artistically subtle in a way that science can't capture, and I found it fascinating.
None of this had even a hope of any practical application in my life. But ten years later, when we were designing the first Macintosh computer, it all came back to me. And we designed it all into the Mac. It was the first computer with beautiful typography. If I had never dropped in on that single course in college, the Mac would have never had multiple typefaces or proportionally spaced fonts. And since Windows just copied the Mac, it's likely that no personal computer would have them. If I had never dropped out, I would have never dropped in on this calligraphy class, and personal computers might not have the wonderful typography that they do. Of course it was impossible to connect the dots looking forward when I was in college. But it was very, very clear looking backwards ten years later.
Again, you can't connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.
My second story is about love and loss.
I was lucky — I found what I loved to do early in life. Woz and I started Apple in my parents garage when I was 20. We worked hard, and in 10 years Apple had grown from just the two of us in a garage into a $2 billion company with over 4000 employees. We had just released our finest creation — the Macintosh — a year earlier, and I had just turned 30. And then I got fired. How can you get fired from a company you started? Well, as Apple grew we hired someone who I thought was very talented to run the company with me, and for the first year or so things went well. But then our visions of the future began to diverge and eventually we had a falling out. When we did, our Board of Directors sided with him. So at 30 I was out. And very publicly out. What had been the focus of my entire adult life was gone, and it was devastating.
I really didn't know what to do for a few months. I felt that I had let the previous generation of entrepreneurs down - that I had dropped the baton as it was being passed to me. I met with David Packard and Bob Noyce and tried to apologize for screwing up so badly. I was a very public failure, and I even thought about running away from the valley. But something slowly began to dawn on me — I still loved what I did. The turn of events at Apple had not changed that one bit. I had been rejected, but I was still in love. And so I decided to start over.
I didn't see it then, but it turned out that getting fired from Apple was the best thing that could have ever happened to me. The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything. It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life.
During the next five years, I started a company named NeXT, another company named Pixar, and fell in love with an amazing woman who would become my wife. Pixar went on to create the worlds first computer animated feature film, Toy Story, and is now the most successful animation studio in the world. In a remarkable turn of events, Apple bought NeXT, I returned to Apple, and the technology we developed at NeXT is at the heart of Apple's current renaissance. And Laurene and I have a wonderful family together.
I'm pretty sure none of this would have happened if I hadn't been fired from Apple. It was awful tasting medicine, but I guess the patient needed it. Sometimes life hits you in the head with a brick. Don't lose faith. I'm convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on. So keep looking until you find it. Don't settle.
My third story is about death.
When I was 17, I read a quote that went something like: "If you live each day as if it was your last, someday you'll most certainly be right." It made an impression on me, and since then, for the past 33 years, I have looked in the mirror every morning and asked myself: "If today were the last day of my life, would I want to do what I am about to do today?" And whenever the answer has been "No" for too many days in a row, I know I need to change something.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
About a year ago I was diagnosed with cancer. I had a scan at 7:30 in the morning, and it clearly showed a tumor on my pancreas. I didn't even know what a pancreas was. The doctors told me this was almost certainly a type of cancer that is incurable, and that I should expect to live no longer than three to six months. My doctor advised me to go home and get my affairs in order, which is doctor's code for prepare to die. It means to try to tell your kids everything you thought you'd have the next 10 years to tell them in just a few months. It means to make sure everything is buttoned up so that it will be as easy as possible for your family. It means to say your goodbyes.
I lived with that diagnosis all day. Later that evening I had a biopsy, where they stuck an endoscope down my throat, through my stomach and into my intestines, put a needle into my pancreas and got a few cells from the tumor. I was sedated, but my wife, who was there, told me that when they viewed the cells under a microscope the doctors started crying because it turned out to be a very rare form of pancreatic cancer that is curable with surgery. I had the surgery and I'm fine now.
This was the closest I've been to facing death, and I hope it's the closest I get for a few more decades. Having lived through it, I can now say this to you with a bit more certainty than when death was a useful but purely intellectual concept:
No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new. Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.
When I was young, there was an amazing publication called The Whole Earth Catalog, which was one of the bibles of my generation. It was created by a fellow named Stewart Brand not far from here in Menlo Park, and he brought it to life with his poetic touch. This was in the late 1960's, before personal computers and desktop publishing, so it was all made with typewriters, scissors, and polaroid cameras. It was sort of like Google in paperback form, 35 years before Google came along: it was idealistic, and overflowing with neat tools and great notions.
Stewart and his team put out several issues of The Whole Earth Catalog, and then when it had run its course, they put out a final issue. It was the mid-1970s, and I was your age. On the back cover of their final issue was a photograph of an early morning country road, the kind you might find yourself hitchhiking on if you were so adventurous. Beneath it were the words: "Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish." It was their farewell message as they signed off. Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish. And I have always wished that for myself. And now, as you graduate to begin anew, I wish that for you.
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish.
Thank you all very much.
- Steve Jobs

Monday, August 23, 2010

ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా - My Favorite


ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా, వాచే స్మరావా గజాననా
గౌరి హరాచా నందన, గజ వదనా గణపతీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా


ధ్యాని ఆనుణీ సుఖ మూర్తీ, స్థవన కరా ఏకే చిత్తీ
తోదేఈల జ్ఞాన మూర్తి, మోక్ష శుఖ సౌజ్వాల
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా


జో నిజ భక్తాంచా దాతా, వంద్య సురవరా సమష్టా
త్యాసీ ద్యాతా భవ భయ చింతా, విఘ్న వార్తా నివారీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా


తోహ సుఖాచా సాగరా, శ్రీ గనరాజ మోరేశ్వర
భావే వినవిట గిరిధార, భక్త త్యాంచా హౌణీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా


ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా, వాచే స్మరావా గజాననా
గౌరి హరాచా నందన, గజ వదనా గణపతీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

Friday, July 16, 2010

Retrospect - సింహావలోకనం

  
Retrospect

 Lion looks behind
musing in the mind

Having a respite from haste
Ain't all copy and and paste

Years rolled by
Not one or two but five
  
equations liquefy
hoping goals and ideals fortify

Passions of my own seem painless
Accolades for the principle caress
  
Colors glamorized my canvas
Primarily it is them she admires

I say to my blog beloved
Announce that out loud

so everyone can hear
as reasons for revolution ain't clear







I like the word "Simhaavalokanam" which means having a retrospect. But literally the word comes from the notion that a lion looks behind and sees the path it has been through.


Well, I am not a lion and I do not hunt for anyone. But, really, it has been a while since I put in this blog directly from my head rather than just copy pasting the stuff that I like. Time has gone by. places changed. Most importantly my life partner has been around me for all this time, just that I didn't get it. In a few days, it will be five years since I left to USA. Fortunately, my plans stay the same. Not sure if the path I am going takes me there or if there would be forks which confuse me, but ideas and ideals hold strong. Since starting this blog, I finished my masters, residency, and now moving to my work place. In the personal life, got engaged and recently got married after which I joined her to this blog.(You probably have noticed how my blog got colors and pictures of a happy couple). She has also been an admirer of my blog. It has been a dais to express my feelings in forms of music, video and to cherish my favorites. Every now and then, I had visitors commenting and commending me for what they find here. Thanks to them. I hope they continue to visit and enjoy what I post. 

Monday, May 10, 2010

Cloud Nine



"Spring brings up sparkle to this juncture

as I satiate my wish to nurture

the subsistence tide is on its stature

the elated instance of sustenance venture


vicissitudes and strife in days of yore

seem only to meliorate my lore

as I sense this perpetual succour

appears never it commenced here-to-fore


thus I prevailed high and soar

though I plunged with no wings or oar"



Sunday, April 25, 2010

ఘన శ్యామ సుందరా

ఘన శ్యామ సుందరా శ్రీధరా అరుణోదయ ఝాలా
ఉఠిల వకరి వనమాలీ ఉదయ చరీ మిత్ర ఆలా

1:ఆనందకందా ప్రభాత ఝాలీ ఉఠి సరళి రాశీ
కాటి ధార క్శిర పాత్ర ఘేవుని ధేను హమ్బరతీ
లక్షితాతి వాసురే హరి ధేను స్తన పానా ల
ఉఠిల వకరి వనమాలీ వనమాలీ ఉదయ చరీ మిత్ర ఆలా

2:సాయంకాలే ఏకె మేళి ద్విజగణ అవధే వృక్షి
అరుణోదయ హోతాచ ఉడాలే చరావయా పక్షి
ప్రభత్య కాలి ఉతలి కావడి, తీర్త్-పత లక్షీ
కరుని సదా సోమదాల గోపి, కుంభ ఘెవుని కుక్షి
యమున జళాసి జాతి ముకున్దా దధ్యోదన్ భక్షి


घाना श्याम सुंदरा श्रीधरा आरुणोदय झाला
उठिल वकारी वनमाली उड़ाया चारी मित्रा आला

1:आनंदाकनदा प्रभात झळी उठि सरळी राशी
काटि धार क्शिर पात्र घेवुनि धेनु हम्बरती
लक्षिताती वासुरे हरी धेनु स्ताना पाना ला
उठिल वकारी वनमाली वनमाली उड़ाया चारी मित्रा आला

2:सायन्काले एके मेळि द्विजगण अवधे वृक्शी
अरुनोदाया होताचा उड़ाले चरावाया पक्षी
प्रभतया काली उथली कावडी, तीर्थ-पता लक्षी
कारुणी सदा सोमदला गोपी, कुम्भा घेऊणी कूक्शी
यमुना जळासि जाती मुकुन्दा दध्योदन भक्षी

Saturday, April 24, 2010

ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా - My Favorite




ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా, వాచే స్మరావా గజాననా
గౌరి హరాచా నందన, గజ వదనా గణపతీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

ధ్యాని ఆనుణీ సుఖ మూర్తీ, స్ఠవన కరా ఏకే చిత్తీ
తోదేఈల జ్ఞాన మూర్తి, మోక్ష శుఖ సౌజ్వాల
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

జో నిజ భక్తాంచా దాతా, వంద్య సురవరా సమష్టా
త్యాసీ ద్యాతా భవ భయ చింతా, విఘ్న వార్తా నివారీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

తోహ సుఖాచా సాగరా, శ్రీ గనరాజ మోరేశ్వర
భావే వినవిట గిరిధార, భక్త త్యాంచా హౌణీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా, వాచే స్మరావా గజాననా
గౌరి హరాచా నందన, గజ వదనా గణపతీ
ఉఠా ఉఠా సకలజనా

Sunday, October 11, 2009

A Flight of Fancy



This is a special post coming directly from my Airindia flight. Experiencing that nostalgia in all ways. The feeling of returning home enriched by the companionship of saree hostesses and all the namaskars. Co-passengers bringing the warmth and spirit of India. The flowing medley of languages Hindi, Gujarathi, Marathi, Telugu, Tamil discussing anything from managing the luggage to helping out the elders brings the scent of genuine brotherhood.

As I hold back and wait to board
a gush of thoughts flows through my head.
Pleasure of repatriation,
suspense of hariolation,
euphory of reunion,
retrospect of duration,
and gloom of ambiguation,
like a flock of flamingos,
take the flight of fancy
While my pyramidals plead for an impulse of pleasure and peace...


Sunday, September 20, 2009

The mettle to muddle through...




Each one of us have so many similarities and differences. Even twins grow up with differences. As you grow up you accumulate a lot of your lessons direct and indirect from your family and friends molding you as a unique being. And then develop likes and dislikes along with expectations and goals. How strong you believe in them is determined by numerous factors but a few major determinants. There will a constant molding of the basic idea of what is ideal. People strong in their basic definitions of what is good and what is wrong and what their goal in life would tend to deviate less at any major drift in life. The aspect of prioritization. Though I got this word later in my life into application, I feel it is the major determinant of how a person acts at different times. A person with a strong character has lesser degree of juggling around of his priorities and has a clear definition what his basic priorities and goals are. However heavy vicissitudes of life are, he makes sure he would satisfy his basic priorities. And hence,

God! Gimme the sinew to assuage the yen for what I am and I want to be.
And not let myself be the one that I am not or don't want to be.
Let me spring, flourish and realize my pursuit.
Let me not stray away in the flux of convention.
Guide me through these circumstances testing my tenacity.
Let me be as innocent as I am of existence of alternatives I can be,
and to start questioning the authenticity of good and bad.
Give me the wonderful synchrony with nature
to push off to the undefined horizons of complacency.

Sunday, August 30, 2009

Śūnyatā - The Emptyness



Vanity and Vacuum crept into my life,
like a harrowing hollow ending in strife.
Perished are the instigating asseverations

holding the intended consecrations.


Here I am entrapped in an imbroglio,

like a maelstrom that caught my brio.

Eternal attempts to flee

haven't resulted in victory.


Afresh and again, I venture into the pain
albeit the consciousness of impending slain,
Only contempt
for me to culminate!
O God! How profound can I deprecate!

Perplexed, I am, in the existent stalemate.

God! You solely can succour me, my mate!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Please Participate - STOP TB (Strategy/Action/Partnership)

Hi! I would like to introduce you to a priceless and chaste act of doing something practical. If you have been bored by the ceaseless posts of mine regarding all kinds of altruistic behaviors here is a practical thing anyone of us can contribute to.

Each Picture is a link. Click them and Read along...

Click on this image for the video on STOP TB PARTNERSHIP.
I am a proud to be a member of Stop TB Partnership. Why don't you be?

About the Stop TB Partnership

The Stop TB Partnership was established in 2000 to realize the goal of eliminating TB as a public health problem and, ultimately, to obtain a world free of TB. It comprises a network of international organizations, countries, donors from the public and private sectors, governmental and nongovernmental organizations and individuals that have expressed an interest in working together to achieve this goal.


Click on the pic for a video
Caption:
A young TB patient is brought by her mother to see Dr Praveen at the MCD Chest Clinic in Patparganj in East Delhi.

In order to achieve our mission and make our vision a reality, the Stop TB Partnership has set the following goals:
  • Promote wider and wiser use of existing strategies to interrupt TB transmission by:
    • increasing access to accurate diagnosis and effective treatments by accelerating DOTS implementation to achieve the global targets for TB control; and
    • increasing the availability, affordability and quality of anti-TB drugs.
  • Derive strategies to address the challenges posed by emerging threats by:
  • Accelerate elimination of TB, by:
    • promoting research and development for new TB drugs, diagnostics and vaccines; and
    • promoting adoption of new and improved tools by ensuring appropriate use, access and affordability.
I take this opportunity to present few other international organizations helping out in this process. I cannot enumerate numerous local organizations striving hard for a healthy India and which are mostly ignored. I repeat a thyagaraja's saying here which is very much contextual.
endarO mahAnubhavulu |

andarIki vandanamulu ||



Click on the Banner for the website

Description: Dr Siddiqui (centre), DOTS provider and General Physician outside his clinic in Sahaspur Village.

Credits: � August 2004 Gary Hampton / The Global Fund

Click on the Title for the full article.

This is for people who are familiar with the health field and especially with MMWR in USA. Did you ever expect an article like this in MMWR? Please go through it by clicking on the picture above and know some facts. Your contribution would be invaluable.

We, as medical students used to go to the remotest areas of tribal visakhapatnam and vizianagaram for distribution of medicines we collected from physcians for charity. The patients are sickest of all with no education and access. - under National Service Scheme


Ever wondered how I got in touch with this organization?? I saw this video first.

Again Rehman was the inspiration. Someone can evoke lots of potential in us making our slumbering souls to erupt.

Be Indian.- रहो भारतीय

We have come to another country in search of education, job, money leaving behind our own people whom we are grown up with. We all have different backgrounds, families and experiences.

I agree we all have different ideas of our mother land. Some of us are proud of our nation’s rich and varied heritage. Some of us are proud of our raising GDP and recent changes of rates of developments and growing international importance. Some of us are proud of raising comfort levels among the middle class as felt by us at our home places.

But... we also have a large chunk of ourselves who are discontented with what is rampant there. Like Corruption, politics, caste system, poverty, illiteracy, violence, governments' inactivity and fraud. Yes, we are here for money, comfort and good job. Where ever we go, whatever we do, we are Indians. We accept it or not, we are Indians. Don't we have a responsibility?

In the context of deteriorating value systems in the contemporary world, I would like to tell you, we used to have a great respect towards our parents. I said "we used to" because there are a lot of instances after the so called westernization has occurred in India that parents are left to their plight. Even westerners don’t do that so often. I don’t know how that crept into our culture.

Coming back to the point, this value of respecting parents begets another great responsibility of respecting your country. You may not respect it but protect it. Help it to grow in the right way. After all that is where you grew up the whole life, even if you are not grown up there that is where you belong to. World recognizes you by that name. Your culture even after being a lot westernized has its roots in there. You can't be an American or a British even if you cultivate a whole lot of their habits. You are still called an Indian.

This is written as a response to a small debate I had with my friend about India. I think this kind of discussions are much common. But what is important is how helpful are we to our country after all said and done?



"The world is changing. But we will always be proud of what we are."

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Bedlam



Contemplated the ideal
Pursued for the apt
Hurled into despair
and desolation sprung over

As desolate as I can be
Forlorn for I am vetoed
the fortune of approval

Pangs of chastity held me off
till dread for wreckage of my dream
left me in anguish and torment

Sole solicit for a divine prospect
had a crooked ramble
raking up austere bedlam

Sunday, April 06, 2008

My Ho-hum Life


"Enough of it.. thats fine." I feel like saying these words every now and then these days. Just because I feel soo tiresome. Lots to learn and lots to do. Learning by doing is not always true. Still holding on to be cheerful and alive. The same old hospital, same old work. Its been almost one year that I joined here. May be its because I am approaching the end of PGY-1 year, I feel dampened. And thats the reason I don't have any posts.

Meanwhile, I also have so many questions propping up. One clear cut question out of those like the essence of it is 'what next?'. Do people back home need help? Now? In future? (People getting service and goods for lower price would not appreciate the value of them. Apart from the few people who cannot really afford, people at higher economic strata try to exploit the services.)Or do I end up giving my services to people who don't need it?(Places where any economics doesn't work and only ergonomics do, would be an ideal place.) Can I stand alone with competition who wants business?
What about our social segregation factor - The caste?

What kind of specialty would be the best to go back home? In the first line, does it require a specialty? What would be the investment?

Wednesday, January 09, 2008

Reverse Migration - An NRI's "Journey Back Home"

A post by India returned NRI about his experience of coming back home. After you go through also read this article on "Reverse Migration" in New York Times and this article on "Brain gain" from BBC news


(This post is mostly for the NRIs who are ensconced in the USA. But others can also read it for fun)

I can't believe I have actually completed my 'reverse migration' to India, after having lived in the USA for centuries. The first, tentative steps were taken nearly three years ago and at every step, there was this danger of the 'N+1 syndrome' cropping up and dooming the entire move. The good thing was that I had enough dough tucked away in all kinds of investments, which made it possible for me to kind of 'retire' and not be a wage slave – I didn't really have to find a sucker Indian corporation which would treat me like a brown saheb.

I have been getting several requests on how one actually pulls off this Mayflower-in-the-reverse trick. As a summary response, I have recorded ten points, which I am going to share with you.

(1) It is important to go slow on making the move.

(2) Take a lot of stutter steps first.

(3) Import only the sentimental and 'familiar' things from the USA when you move. Everything is available here.

(4) It takes only a few weeks to get used to the dirt, dust, rudeness, inefficiency, heat, potholes, relatives' chatter etc.

(5) Establish your own norms and priorities here.

(6) Don't get hung up about the USA.

(7) Whatever maybe your chosen profession, be that mover and shaker and help push the Indian economy a bit further

(8) You should have some extra activities to get more out of your India return - music, dance, religion, writing, travel and whatever

(9) Come back with the intention to give something back to the society and when you do give back, do so actively and not just as a dole to some charity.

(10) Attitude is everything.



(1) It is important to go slow on making the move.

First of, I took my own time to make the transition. India has changed so much in the past n years that you have been in the USA and you need to get familiar with the new place. Even your relatives and friends have evolved and you don't get that impact during your once in a few years visits to India.

Since the last time you visited it, there has been a telecom revolution in India. And this has completely changed the landscape. Just to give you an idea, there are now a hundred million cell phones in India (with a hundred million unique ringer tones for them), which is double of what we had just last year. It's only a matter of time before every single man, woman and child in India will be armed with a cell phone.

Everybody has a favorite cell phone story to tell. Mine is about our family Punditji, whose cell phone accidentally fell into the sacred fire while he was performing some holy something. (I bet his colleagues around the fire quickly chanted "Om Cell phonaaaya swaahaaa…" or something) The man tried to exchange the charbroiled cell phone for a new one, but even though the gods were on his side, the Nokia guy apparently refused to budge.

Thanks to modern technology, India is also now a land of junk courier mails. The most inane and useless pieces of paper are mailed via courier and one has to affix his or her precious signature and pick up the trash.

Most of you probably haven't been to hell yet. But if you want to witness something close to it (and get a glimpse of new India) all you need to do is visit your corner school in the evenings. You will see two hundred cars and a thousand two wheelers parked every which way outside the gate. And come the school closing hour, there will be sheer pandemonium, with honks tooting and vehicles revving up their engines and children crisscrossing, lugging their thirty pound school bags. Remember how you walked to school?

But then, India is a country of contrasts – where the ultra modern shares space with the ancient. A country that is littered with cell phones and couriers still has people who use Morse codes and telegrams. Even as we manufacture jet engines, our roads are open to bullock cart. There is good news and bad news about eco-friendliness in India. The good news is that most traditional things that people use are bio-degradable. But the bad news is that the damn thing bio-degrades in front of your house.

The point is India has changed while you were away. So, wake up and smell your coffee – in a trendy coffee shop and pay nearly a dollar for it.

(2) Take a lot of stutter steps first.

I visited India many, many times before my final move.

I know it is an expensive proposition. But unless you actually 'taste' the new Indian life a few times, you may be quite surprised when you actually make the big move. You can include a few 'things to do' with each such trip – such as finding out if you can afford that latest condo they are building in the poshest part of your city or if the elite school you want to put your children is so exclusive that you need a letter from President Kalam to get them in.

(3) Import only the sentimental and 'familiar' things from the USA when you move. Everything is available here.

I had a tough time abridging my 3500 square foot Colorado home into twenty five boxes. Except for my sentimental collection of classical music, photo albums, etc. (a lot of which got damaged in the floods a few months after I received them. But then, that's another story)

There are furniture stores in India with IKEA catalogs who will readily build you that fake IKEA piece, if you wish. Instead of wading through JC Penny's in search of that elusive pair of pants which fits you exactly, in India you have the luxury of getting it tailored to suit your weird NRI derriere. So, don't overload the boat.

(4) It takes only a few weeks to get used to the dirt, dust, rudeness, inefficiency, heat, potholes, relatives' chatter etc. (Well, actually, you may never get used to the Indian rudeness.)

After about the first week, I got over the urge to reform every single Indian that I came across. The following week, I even managed to finally see a commercial on TV without Amitabh Bhacchan in it. You get 'immersed' fairly quickly. Cricket is still everything in India and they still talk about 'uppish' shots or fielders 'shying' the ball. I soon re-learnt exactly how to slouch over a sofa and ask a bunch of similarly-slouched folks 'All out for??' and be instantly accepted by them. You will realize that the Barry Bonds-like hulk who slugs the balls away, is called M. S. Dhoni and that he is the latest heart-throb of every teenage girl in India. (It is Sania Mirza for boys, but then, she probably deserves an entire blog)

If you want to endear yourself to the older generation, all you need to do is to look your cynical best and complain 'Hmm. They have increased the Railway cancellation fee to forty rupees. What can the public do?' even though you have no clue as to what the fee was earlier or what it ought to be.

You will see that you can easily comprehend a staid newspaper like 'The Hindu', because it divides itself into the Blood Bank page, Obituary page and the Sharapova page. In fact, I have been privy to every move of Sharapova after I got back to India. You will realize that the picture of the dignified lady, staring out of the newspaper, is actually that of Lalu Prasad Yadav's. Among other things, you will discover that the Sensex they talk about here in India has nothing to do with the Sensex marriage we have in the USA. You will also get the feeling that with every passing week, the magazine 'India Today' looks and feels more and more like an airlines in-flight magazine – a far cry from those days when it used to be the gateway to the happenings in India.

Basically, getting back into the swing of things in India is very simple – much easier than you will realize. Somewhere in the very back of your mind, you have actually stashed away all your Indian survival instincts and sensibilities and they will all rush to the forefront right with your grand entry into India.

(5) Establish your own norms and priorities here.

Don't become another 'body' available for family functions. Sure, meet and spend time with relatives. After all, that is one of the reasons for your transition back. But don't be consumed by the extended family.

You will find that every other day someone or the other is either getting married or celebrating their kid's second birthday and that you are 'specially' invited. But there is no end to it. Watch out for the eightieth birthday celebrations – they are major traps which will suck you in for hours. That's where you will meet a hundred of your senior citizen relatives and other hanger-ons (each of whom has a son or daughter in New Jersey). The food is usually good, but remember there is a high price to pay for it. .

(6) Don't get hung up about the USA.

India has become quite modern too. Familiarize yourself with the modern banks, schools, computers, plane reservation, shopping, investing etc. Qualitatively, there should be very little difference in all these activities between the USA and India.

For those of you who are completely out it, the Indian dollar is called the rupee and is literally only worth about two cents. Even though there are dirt-poor people in India who would kill each other for a rupee, you will have plenty of it, because with your American bankroll, you will most likely belong to the filthy rich class here in India. Learn to divide everything by fifty and pretty soon you will realize how things are cheap in India.

You will see that you don't have to give your right arm for that dental procedure, even though your Indian dentist's office is more plush than your American tooth fiend. For the price of a couple of large pizzas, you will be able to travel first class, A/C from Delhi to Kanpur. And you can make reservations for it on-line and get your ticket in a few hours by courier and even thank Lalu for making it all possible!!!

(7) Whatever maybe your chosen profession, be that mover and shaker and help push the Indian economy a bit further

I teach Production and Operations to MBA students in one of the top colleges in Chennai. But I made sure it is only an Adjunct position, just to give me enough traction to stay in action, and not be a careerist. Since I have worked quite a bit in factories and Production, I have a passion for Manufacturing. I am slowly trying to spread my message and hopefully in a few years, I can graduate a few good Production Managers. Indian planners firmly believe that close on the heels of IT revolution and the IT enabled Services revolution, we are going to witness a major increase in Manufacturing activity – watch out, China!!!

India is booming economically and there is so much of excitement that it makes up for everything else. I am really kicked about all the possibilities. Contribute to India's growth. Think of it as a debt repaid – for, the government did spend hundreds and thousands of its meager rupees in educating you in the IITs and the IIMs.

(8) You should have some extra activities to get more out of your India return - music, dance, religion, writing, travel and whatever

One of the reasons I moved back was to further my writing career. Strangely, over the past three years, I have hardly written anything, even though several Tamil actors have been wanting scripts from me. One of these days, I hope to settle down enough to write. I hope!!

(9) Come back with the intention to give something back to the society and when you do give back, do so actively and not just as a dole to some charity. (which is also okay, if you think about it)

A good part of my return to India is also altruistic. I have a large surrogate family of underprivileged kids whose education and well-being I sponsor. I have recently put three of them in engineering colleges at great costs. I spend a good part of my weekends teaching them Laplace's transforms and 'spoken' English. It is such a pleasure to see every positive step these children take – especially considering they had pretty bad upbringing. I wish I could write more about my experience. But it is too personal. Maybe in a later blog…

The point is, there are so many wonderful organizations in India, NGOs and other non-formal outfits. You may be able to identify with some of them. Or if you have a cause very dear to your heart, go for it. You can make so much difference to the society around you that it will be a sheer joy to see the change you have effected.

(10) Attitude is everything

Finally, it is not as traumatic as people make it out to be.
People who meet me don't even realize that I had spent dog years in the USA. (These days, I have begun to call the letter z 'zed', I am at least half an hour late to all my appointments and I eat gulab jamuns with my bare hand - just kidding about the last two) Don't expect to be treated like demi god just because you were in the USA, although people just might. You will meet so many amazing people in India and you will discover that those wonderful people (and even celebrities) are highly accessible here, (unlike in the USA) that you may feel that the whole of India is shrinking into a tiny India Association.


So, come back to your old motherland!! I strongly recommend this to you, if it agrees with everyone in your family

Saturday, December 22, 2007

"Heal thy Physician?" Old Story Retold

This is a very good article published in THE HINDU in june 2003. I was very much moved by the content and felt that it's true to it's core. Please take time and read ahead...

Heal thy physician?

These days, it is almost with a sense of relief that one hears something pleasant being narrated about doctors and healthcare professionals, says Dr. SARANYA.

THE HINDU PHOTO LIBRARY



Patient and doctor ... does the fault lie on both sides?



A FEW days ago, as I drove past the Central railway Station, Chennai, I noticed, with mixed feelings, that the General Hospital or GH as it is known, had been razed to the ground and in its place, the new building. As I saw the construction work going on at a frentic pace, my thoughts went back to the number of years I had spent inside that historical monument, as a student and later on as a house-surgeon and then as a post-graduate with virtually no time to breathe.

At the time, more than 20 years ago, we were told that our mission in life was to save lives and we were determined to use all the skills we had become equipped with, to ensure that we did the best by our patients. Why then 20 years later, does one hear only depressing things being spoken about the medical profession? These days, it is almost with a sense of relief, that one hears something pleasant being narrated about medical care or doctors.

Take this instance of a friend's relative, who was admitted into a hospital. The doctors were very comforting and the family was delighted that they were "so lucky". The treatment progressed smoothly for a while, until post-operative complications set in. A few days later the patient passed away and the family was in a state of shock. Disbelief not because their family member had died (someone up there keeps the score and they accepted this very readily) but because they were kept totally in the dark about the patient's status. To their questions even a couple of hours before she died, they were told she was doing well and would be sent home shortly. In this instance, communication between the medical personnel at the hospital and the patient's family was totally lacking. Now if this is the plight of well educated individuals can you for one minute imagine how their less fortunate counterparts would fare? Post-operative care in many of our hospitals leaves much to be desired. Despite the best of efforts of hospital staff, things do go awry.

On the same subject of communication, there are patients who on their visit to the laboratory for testing, would like to discuss either their "illness" or their reports with one of the doctors. After doing this, they feel very relieved and often offer us "consultation fees" which we obviously refuse. They apologetically tell us that the consultant was "so busy" or that he/she was in a hurry or that there were several patients or that they did not feel like "troubling" the doctor and therefore, were unable to get their doubts cleared. In spite of being well away from the clinical field, the increasing need for communication between the patient and the doctor is being brought home to us repeatedly.

The patient has read a bit, is very anxious, and reaches the doctor most often imagining the worst and with implicit faith in this "worker of miracles". Let's face it, but for the fact that doctors themselves are in the same profession, and, therefore, know a bit about what ails them, they too would probably feel the same. Death being the leveller, sickness or illness makes doctors more human. Ever so often we see some of the high flyers of the profession become entirely different human beings, when it is their turn to be part of the patient's family, or the patient himself. Illness or personal tragedy makes the very same doctor more humane in his subsequent dealings and it seems unfortunate that we tend to forget that we are human beings first and doctors next. Long years ago, when the time came to choose the area of specilisation, someone jokingly told me that I would be at a total loss while dealing with patients, as I would become an emotional wreck. While empathy can cast a big burden of responsibility on the doctor, the opposite of indifference or callousness is far worse.

With communication being the key to solving most problems, at times I wonder how much of a patient's recovery is attributable to the medical treatment given and how much to doctors' bedside manners. I refer here to patients with surgical and non-surgical problems. Some doctors have mastered the art of communication so well that they would put graduates from the schools of marketing to shame. This skill that they have perfected over the years, compensates for all their other inadequacies. Forgive me for sounding so cynical, but I say this after being a helpless witness fairly recently.

Like in the computer industry, the medical profession set the trend three decades ago, when the "brain drain" started. While it was for acquiring more knowledge, higher qualifications, and exposure to working in hospitals abroad for a while that were the reasons that most young doctors left the country, now several "still idealistic" doctors feel they cannot cope with "the pressures" of being a doctor in this country and, therefore, run away. Some of these doctors return as they want "home" to be their final resting place and when they no longer need to play doctor.

However, in the midst of all this chaos, we still have a few doctors, who are tenacious, who still follow and honour all that they were taught and maintain the highest standards of medical care. A young doctor comes to mind as I say this. Several patients and other junior colleagues have spoken about this person in glowing terms. Patient care is his prime concern. This doctor is so committed to his profession, that almost all his waking hours are spent seeing patients. Irrespective of how busy or tired he must feel, he is extremely kind to all of them. It's hardly surprising that he is revered amongst students, staff and colleagues alike.

Patients too have learnt to demand a certain basic minimum from their doctors in return for the consultation fee. The pervading atmosphere of suspicion about the medical profession has made most people have the doctor under a magnifying glass. The doctor, right or wrong, has retaliated by practicing defensive medicine, by taking no chances.

A friend with a gynaecological problem recently voiced her concerns about her doctor to me. The doctor refused to collect any fees from her, but suggested that scans be done at every visit. My friend's question to me was whether scans were required so frequently and why instead couldn't the doctor collect the fees directly from the patient. I am certainly no expert on this. Neither did I want to make an observation without having all the facts, but this is one more instance which highlights how the entire issue of "trust" between the doctor and the patient has almost been eroded with time.

Let's take a look at the other side too — patients are very difficult to handle at times. This reminds me of an amusing incident that took place almost a year ago in one of our government offices. A colleague and I had gone to meet an official and as we arrived a few minutes ahead of time we were shown into the comfortable boardroom and offered a glass of cold water. This courtesy came as a very pleasant surprise and we were more than willing to wait. We soon had enough entertainment to keep us going for the rest of the week. One of the staff in the office had apparently felt giddy and was ushered into this waiting room so that he could rest a while. A soft drink was given to him, followed by some coffee/tea. Even as he came into the room he had recovered sufficiently to feel embarrassed by the fuss being made and told his friends that he was fine. However, Indians by and large being a very warm and caring lot of people, can't let such an issue go unheeded. So as we watched, the doctor on board, came to have a look and ordered some tests and left. Arrangements were then made to draw a blood sample. In the meanwhile, other friends dropped in having heard of their colleague's giddiness. Each of them recounted their own "similar" personal experiences and how they were taken care of.

On hearing that a blood sample was going to be drawn, each of them helpfully looked at the list of tests asked for, and added a couple more for good measure. The sample was taken with five other friends in attendance and the hero of the day, who was by now suitably gratified with all the attention showered on him, explained for the tenth time, the entire sequence of events from the minute he opened his eyes that morning to the second he had "lost consciousness". Having been fortified with the cold and hot drink, the plantains, the biscuits, hot vadai sambhar and most importantly the concern showered upon him by his co-workers, he was ready to start work for the day. He looked at his watch, realised it was getting on to lunch break, so decided instead to just sit down for a few minutes more, go for lunch and then start the day's work after that.

Patients sometimes want this kind of attention when they go to doctors also, forgetting that every one has an illness that needs the doctor's time. Some patients are totally insensitive to the needs of other patients and the doctor, and presume that only their illness is important. They also visit the doctor with hoards of relatives, who apart from adding to the confusion make quite a noise and in addition contribute to more dust and dirt getting into hospitals.

While hospitals do understand the concern of relatives, patients too must understand that it is in the interest of the patient, that hospitals are strict about the number of patient attendees, or the visiting hours and so on. Even in a laboratory where the patient comes to give a sample, three or even four relatives most often accompany him. While this is cause for concern in a laboratory, in a hospital, all it takes is just one attender with a runny nose to cause untold harm to yet unseen patients. Studies done in the best hospitals in the world have proven conclusively that the risks of post-operative infection, or hospital-acquired infections are minimised when visitors to the hospital are much less.

As I wrote this, I wondered if there was any point at all in hoping to achieve by writing, and had kept it aside for a couple of days. Yesterday however, an incident that took place, made me feel that I should complete this piece.

A friend described at length how his family doctor is so committed to all his patients. His home is open to anyone throughout the day, he refuses fees from critically and terminally ill patients and has been a tremendous emotional support to them at all times. In addition he has kept himself abreast with the latest trends in medicine and has no hesitation in getting an additional opinion from other consultants when in doubt. It is no wonder therefore, that he has a very large, happy and respectful clientele who are extensions of his own family.

Listening to this, made me feel that all is not lost yet. We still do have several young doctors, who following the highest standards laid down by the "giants" in the field, practise medicine the way it was and will always, be meant to be practiced. There is no denying that our hospitals still have the best brains and highly skilled doctors; however post operative care needs to be improved. It needs to be impressed on all young doctors, that good bedside manners and effective communication are equally if not more important in good patient management. With increasing specialisation in the field of medicine, unfortunately the "family doctor" concept has all but disappeared. This needs to be revived. Our "specialist consultants" too will then be less burdened and be able to devote more time for patients who really need their help. Even in 2003, we can still boast of being able to give the best "on the spot" medical care to any patient based entirely on human considerations. We can, I am certain, through combined effort make sure that our medical care is once again considered on par with the best anywhere in the world.

The writer is with the Lister Laboratories, Chennai.

Saturday, October 20, 2007

Come Back Home



Come Back Home - घर् लौट् आवॊ - ఇంటికి తరలి రండి

This is entirely my opinion about this video, a nice one by a young business graduate of the US. I can see a very keen and practical outlook of Indian Market he has, as all the students educated in the US. Though it is intended for the American investor of Indian market, I notice an interesting point in here. Apart from the opportunities he saw, he very clearly pointed at the two most burning issues government and pollution. I am not keenly interested in the earlier issue as I am happy to see many young and energetic people taking care of that part. My point of interest here is the increasing demand on public health and medical burden the future of India would face.

In this video, he says India has a brain gain from the silicon valley. I hope we also have a Health care valley to have a brain gain of doctors. I hope the medical colleges there give out good graduates that would serve our country rather than people like me who leave mother land and always "try to" get back and never be there at the time of need.

It is time, India needs help. If we can afford to be part of its infrastructure during its rise, we never see a fall again.

Thursday, August 30, 2007

Melancholy




"It's somberness and melancholy
and pensiveness and gloom
and bleakness and desolation.
It has spread all through the life.

I know life is full of
fluctuations and vicissitudes,
permutations and perturbations.
But for now, here I lie in deep rancour and sulkiness.

I wish I were rejoicing in jubilance and elation.
Though my career needs
a passable degree of my attention,
here I am dwelling in my dungeon,
contemptible and deplorable
to the people of the world,
losing the winsomeness and allure,
lying soo defunct and lifeless.

Career is not all. There's lot more.
Oh god! Give me the fibre and the sinew,
the vigor and the brunt,
to hit hard the duskiness off my life!!"


Friday, August 03, 2007

Renaissance!! Resurgence!!


Things always don’t work the way they should. It’s the stubbornness and audacity one shows for the things he believes in, determines how he reacts to his challenges and tribulations.


The strength of a diamond is all what we need.


I have come out from the grime that sullied my state of affairs.

I had a recoup and now I am equipped with the impudence and nerve.

I have got back my nascence and my sang-froid.


Before the quicksand of the faux pas takes me into its womb or may be from half way into it, I sprung back to a state of normalcy, to know myself in the true sense and to stand up to what I live for. Perception of my state in analogy to my state of conformity or normalcy is always demanding as life is always dynamic and fluid.


If things allow me to be me, myself as I perceive myself to be, It would not be as good, 'coz I would have nothing to learn and realize through it. But here I am sound and impregnable now to any kind of breach in my integrity, come what may.