Walk of life

 International Women's Health Day  The morning alarm rings at 5.30am." It's so cold outside, let me sleep for a few minutes more." But the milkman rings the bell.He comes at same time as my morning alarm rings. Suddenly she remembers...husband has to catch a morning flight and Chintu has some competition at 8am.FiL and MiL are Diabetic. So morning Tea has to be by 6.30am. By the time,morning chores get done,the helping hand arrives.The household chores get done.Then it's time to prepare Lunch.She serves lunch to her inlaws.Her Chintu comes from school.By 4pm,she finishes her responsibilities. An hour rest.Again it's evening snacks,Chintu 's studies,then Dinner preparation. Husband comes home tired after work.He wants everything in his hand. Dinner plates get cleared.Kitchen cleaned.It is already 11pm. The day ends. Next morning, same routine.  This has been life of every woman globally and 24hrs,7days a week, 365 days a year......for centuries.  My Ajji, h...

 When Words could be touched........ I was candidly checking my Treasure Chest of childhood memories.  Found few letters written by my Ajji,Father,Aunts.....when in Hostel trying to boost my morales. Letters...... Papers filled with words..... One could touch and feel the words written with emotions....... One could visualize the emotions of the Loved ones poured into the Letter...... One could visualize the face of the Lived ones while reading the Letter...... Today,the Paper has been replaced by the Screen. The Pen is replaced by the Keyboard..... The emotions are conveyed by ChatGPT...... and Emojis. Pankaj Udhas sang " Chitthi Aayi hai...." A song on Letter sent by a Father,Mother,Sibling from a remote village in  India to overseas....... If a song could bring so many emotions..... Then the Letter could bring..... The smell of your soil,fragrance of your home,the breath of your lived ones....... A Letter ...... From Parent to Child.....words of concern, words of warmt...

 When you lose your health...... I was referred a 70yr man suffering from severe pain. A CA Lung with metastasis. He was a very successful, famous Advocate.A Robust and Dynamic personality yesterday.  But that Cancer had made him weak and vulnerable.  He had become a frail shadow..... Another patient with Parkinson 's disease regularly visits for pain relief . A retired Chairman of a Conglomerate.  Both these people have been Dynamic personalities looked up on by everyone. They inspired youth by their enormous work and attitude.  Today,though the Brain is very strong..... The Body became weak and debilitating.  They get emotional " Why me,Doctor?" " Just look at me today.Yesterday I was energetic and always on the go.Today I struggle with pain.Tomorrow I may either be on a wheel chair or bedridden for the rest of my life." Yes,it pains,breaks even a Doctor's heart. We Doctors are taught not to be emotionally attached to the disease .We can sympathize the su...

 Valuable Antiques. A few days back,a group of friends were conversing regarding Matrimonial sites, T& Cs of prospective Girls and Boys. Pay package was the main criteria for choice. I was appalled to hear one of the T& Cs of some prospects and the parents..... How many " Antiques " ????? Antiques...... A name given for old parents.  The prospects didn't want any old parents staying with the Boy. Old parents.....aged....dependent.  They added responsibility and burden.  I had my Grandmother ( Maternal) staying with us.My Paternal Grandfatther visited us often.  I would visit my Aunts during summer holidays and they had their inlaws aged dependent staying with them. Always been with Grandparents.  They were loving but strict. They taught me discipline, sincerity and importance of hard work and empathy.Through tales from Ramayana, Mahabharata and quotes from Bhagwad Geeta they inculcated right values and morality in all kids. Even when they were not k...

 Left or Right????? Bhagwad Geeta quotes.....even if the majority are on the Left......the wrong path is always wrong. One can't justify it to be right just because everyone is following it. Today,the corruption begins from childhood itself.  " Eat this last morsel, you will get your mobile game to play." " Score the required marks, you will be bought this I phone ". Exam paper is leaked. Seats are purchased by manipulation. Ideas are stolen. Tenders and Contracts are rigged. Votes are acquired by either power or distribution of favors and freebies. Businesses are run on percentage and commission.  Wars are fought over politics and greed. When the whole world is on the Left..... And nobody is Left on the Right...... Then does the Left justified to be Right....even if it is not Right????? - Dr Tripti Milind Galgali  Hubli.

 The silver lining in the darkest cloud Dr Tripti Milind Galgali  Hubli. Last week, Hubli saw dark clouds suddenly in the evening, followed by deafening thunder,lightning......and the whole city got flooded with heavy rains. Every one and every thing taken aback....put on stand still commotion.  The silver lining here...respite suddenly from torturous high temperatures of Scorchingly Hot May. Last week my parents and my son got visiting me for few days. Last week huge overload of Anaesthesia work which gave me no time to breathe. Last week I got severe bout of my Allergic Sinusitis. Had to take medications which make me drowsy and irritable. The drowsiness got me sleep in bad position which resulted in massive Spasm of my neck muscles. Work,Stuffed nose,Severe Pain ,Tight neck and Right Arm.... I was engulfed in worst challenges entire week.  I surrounded myself with only negativity, wallowing in pain and misery.....cursing everything- my health for slipping away wit...

 Slipping through my fingers...... A very famous song by ABBA. The moment I saw my baby extracted out through CSection,each moment since then....my memories captured my baby..... Each moment I tried to hold tightly with both my hands..... The first smile.....teething troubles,the crawl, the first Word,the first step...... Their first day at school with tears in their eyes.....and mine too...... The first stage performance...... The exams ....the results..... The summer holidays..... The activities done together..... The arguments.....the shouting...... Each moment I wanted to stay forever..... But however hard I tried to hold the moments tight...... I saw them slipping through my fingers. My babies grew so fast...... Before I could sit down and enjoy each moment......they outgrew every moment.  Time flew so fast.....so did my babies spread their wings and flew off from the nest......to find their own path and tread their own journey........ Slipping through my fingers...... Mo...