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Life in a Limbo !

Hospitals are great levelers in many ways. Brings you face to face with mortality, of the uncertainties of life and death ! The trauma of suffereing , of old age and sickness and the passive patience with which people wait for a diagnosis..theirs or for their own ! Amid all this Bhaskar as always kept reminding of the transitoriness of life, of giving up on my obsessions with "dusts and musts" and losing weight and getting back to a healthy  lifestyle that will not see me back to the hospital!

Going back to the hospital after 22 odds years was nostalgic in some ways ! I showed Chibu the Delivery Suite where he was born and the Phototherapy unit where he was treated for jaundice.I shared room with a young mother who gave birth to a baby girl yesterday. The little one kept everyone including me on their toes  the whole night and we took turns to rock the imp who could turn her face into a flexi-5 before breaking into a scream !It was nice to see the parents sharing tender moments with the baby...a new bonding,  a new beginning.....moments of shared  joy and discomfort ! I always look back and think were we like that ?

Amid all the seriousness , discomforts of surgery and bloodshed there were moments of humor. I was woken up one night by the whole staff of the Officers family ward...who wanted to know why I rang the alarm...Me in that groggy state could not remember a thing....The bell had rung continuously for so long that smoke erupted from the  switch board!  Then  suddenly  the on -duty nurse remembered that actually my alarm wasn't working - So was it some spirit who did that  ...with my penchant for attracting them? Well , one of the ayahs broke the mystery..the live wire for  the bell was lying under my bed and a poor lil lizard just bit into it and got  electrocuted..the contact caused the uproar ! And all this ensured  the Commandant's inspection next morning.......The men in uniform marching in ,all for the folly of a gekko...Ahh...it wasn't so bad to go back to that place after 22 years....:) But again I am not going back again before another 22 ! 

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  1. hospitals are depressing! going back never again should be more like you! =]

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  2. I know exactly how you feel....but then we have to visit that place occasionally just to keep us in better health..isn't it? very well written and I am glad you could find humor in that place...:D

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