Friday, February 25, 2011

Story of my Operation: Last Part

Have you ever felt Earth shake beneath your legs? You are getting it wrong, you need not to be in the middle of an Earthquake to really feel this. I was undergoing the same trauma when I reached the hospital. I was given a green apron to wear which made me more nervous. My heart sank while I changed clothes. Meanwhile, the lower (also green in color) the sister gave me was of large size. Somehow I managed to wound it over my waist.

My heart pumped fast and hands shivered. Meanwhile, a fellow elderly patient who had undergone somewhat a similar surgery few days back was busy narrating me his set of experiences. His revelation were cut short by Sister (I thanked her) who told me that the time has came. A fact: I wasn’t taken into the OT through a wheelchair rather I walked freely without any support.

Just as I stood up I saw my mom, tears were rolling out from her eyes. I tried my best to control myself but failed and tears started rolling out from my eyes too. We both sobbed. Nurse accompanying us mumbled and clicked a switch on the OT door which got it opened.

Thoughts rolled inside me and cursed God that why only “Me”. Neither I smoke nor do I drink (alcohol) but then too I was undergoing a stomach surgery. Doctor had told me on earlier occasion that Appendicitis is a general problem without much reasoning to explain its occurrence. Yet this reasoning of his could not satisfy me. I was continuously blaming God and weeping.

OT was something different from my imagination. There was a big hall divided into three unequal rooms. In one room several beds were laid. Patients were made to stay there before and after undergoing the surgery. In other room sophisticated instruments were present. My blood pressure and few other tests were taken in this room. The last room was a store containing all the necessary and urgent equipments and medicines which would have been used in an emergency. You might be thinking where the rooms for surgery are? A gallery joined four OT’s with these three rooms.

The intern doctor assigned for my case took over my charge from the Nurse. A minute later two more doctors (one intern and the other a senior) came in to check me. All three tried their best to pacify me and repeated hundreds of times that my crying would unnecessarily raise my blood pressure creating implications in surgery. I was given tablets to lower down my blood pressure. I requested doctors to operate on me only after giving me an Anesthesia which would block all my sensation, rendering me insensitive to any pain.

I was getting restless inside the OT as it has been more than an hour since I got in. I was surrounded by group of interns, a computer operator and few nurses, all doing there bit to pacify me. They asked me several question about my education, my hobby, etc. to calm me down and told me about the easiness by which appendicitis surgery is performed. There constant push-up made me felt relaxed, even I had a tea with them.

A ward boy asked me to follow him; he took me inside the OT. So, finally after all those drama I was inside the OT. Its quiet similar in appearance to what I have seen in Bollywood movies. It was full of big and small instruments (by the way Instrumentation is my area of specialization), lights, and lots of chemicals. A lady doctor greeted me and asked me my name. The ward boy asked me to lie down on the bed. Another staff present tied my hands and inserted a drip in my left hand. I was quiet accustomed to all this as from past one month I took nearly 30 injections through drips.

I heard a soft number being played in someone’s mobile present in the OT; I guess it was a Jagjit Singh Ghazal. Once again, I requested the doctor to operate on me only after giving me an anesthesia which could render my whole body insensitive. She asked me not to worry and inquired about my education.

I don’t remember a single incident that happened henceforth. I woke up when someone shouted my name. I tried my best to locate and reply him and used all my energy to open my mouth but failed even to turn my face in either direction.

Mera operation ho gaya???” … this were the only words I was able to speak in a very faint voice.

Haan ho gaya, successful tha”… I got a reply from someone.

Even, it was getting quiet hard to open my eyes. One and half days later I was discharged from the hospital and a week later I went for my industrial training.

Read the First part : click here
& the Second Part  click here

They stood with me when I needed them the most :-
 Hasmeet Singh, Prakhar Chanauria, DSO Sir, Shalini Ma'am, Aman Dhingra and Uncle Aunty, Deepesh Mani Tripathi, Gaurav Sharma,     ....I'm sorry if I forget to mention any name worth mentioning. Please let me know any name as such by commenting over here. 

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Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Cabinet Reshuffle: UPA 2

What if BCCI replaces Sachin with Joginder Sharma? Yeah, you read it right, and please don’t give me that bizarre look, I know I may sound stupid but, when Cabinet posts are given to people with least expertise than why not the same model be followed elsewhere. 

I know, like always I’m late again and this time I’m late by a month.  Last month, UPA government reshuffled the Cabinet group of ministers. The reason they gave defied logic; they said Cabinet reshuffle aims in bringing new zeal and fresh blood yet most of the departments had the same old guards. Everyone knows the reason behind cabinet reshuffle.

It was done more to hide recent incompetency of the government than to infuse more of youth participation. Last year would have been very tough for UPA 2. The involvement of top notch ministers in corruption charges and scams and Prime Minister resistant attitude ridiculed the government. It gave the opposition a chance to intensify their demand of forming a Joint Parliamentary Committee (JPC) to investigate the wrongs in 2G spectrum. The government at times looked so keen to protect its ministers accountable for the mayhem that they even sacrificed the whole winter session of the Parliament, wasting enormous public money. 

Adding to the UPA 2 disaster lists was the sharp hike in prices of Petrol and Onion. Public sentiments were going against the government and something major was needed to be done on the part of Prime Minister. The only possible way for an allayment was a reshuffle.

Yet, things went quite contrary to the beliefs. Government would have never anticipated that reshuffling would only help in making UPA 2 look impotent. Entrusting a single Minister with two or more ministries showed the lack of bench strength in UPA 2.  

Reshuffling must have been truly carried out to bring in more of youth participation. Moreover, it looked like transfer of powers within the Cabinet Ministers rather than a complete change of guards. A week ago Honorable Supreme Court ordered the government to let it and the rest of India know the reason behind including former state Chief Minister in the Cabinet who misused his discretionary powers. 

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Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Commercialization of Festivals...( Valentine Special )

My inbox is flooded with messages telling me about my level of ignorance.

They all have one thing in common: they all describe the month of February as the month of love! I’m yet to make out what are the pre-requisite criteria of dignifying a month with such a stature. Earlier, I was told that the month of January should be celebrated as the month of ‘new hope’. An interesting thing to point out here that most of the messages I received were forwarded ones, pointing to some or the other organizations having a commercial interest.

Commercialization of festivals is the direct result of globalization. Two questions might be creeping in your mind- firstly, how commercialization is related with globalization? And secondly, why are festivals being marketed in such a large scale? Before going into further detail I must mention that this article concerns not only about festivals having a religious backing but also with festivals invented post industrialization like Valentine’s Day.

Globalization brought with itself a close nexus among the world different organizations. Post liberalization, suppose an Indian firm having a business in greeting cards was now directly interacting with a USA firm having a business in bouquets; both the firms supported each other logistically. Now the overseas department of that USA firm was maintained by its Indian Counterpart, same was true with the Indian firm. This in all broadens the scope of commercialization of festivals. It further heightened the belief that why not Indians replicate the same success which their counterparts did in USA.

Also, liberalization brought with itself a new breed of entrepreneurs who wanted to experiment with the shores still untouched. Companies started giving out sales and offers like Diwali Dhamaka and Christmas Bonanza. But, Valentine Day with its family (Friendship Day, etc) was still an alien to us.

Then all of a sudden companies migrated to a new theme. They started advertising their product around youths. More and more youth centric slogans started peeping out. Somewhere in the middle companies manufacturing Choc√≥’s, soft drinks, greeting cards, etc. saw an untimed opportunity floating in it. It leads to the emergence of festivals like Valentine, Friendship, Mother, etc. 

Our society accepted most of them like Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, etc.  But, few others like Valentine’s Day and Friendship Day are still looked at as somewhat defying ethics. People supporting such festivals and their commercialization claim to have a wider and broader thinking. They call themselves pseudo-secular. On contrary, people not supporting such festivals and their commercialization talks about the degradation of cultural and moral conduct which is brought in by such festivals.

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Sunday, February 13, 2011

A week that went by

"How many proposes?"... a fellow hosteller asked me.

"No one…"  I replied. 

He gave me a bizarre look and left. Thanks buddy for that droll look, which eventually acted as an inspiration. I don’t guarantee you of finding something valuable here. Moreover this post is an act of self evaluation I undergone last week. 

You might have kept a distant from the week of love if you had died a decade ago. But, there is no way to keep it at bay nowadays, thanks to our dailies (TOI, Hindustan, and Express to name few) that don’t miss a chance to monetize love through a one page advertisement.

Last week would have been great financially for vendors selling roses and wholesale teddies. I don’t think I should mention about Chocolates manufacturing companies. I never make it out why people are so desperate to eat an insecticide. This year was no exception to all those years of ignorance which was the root cause of still mine being single. I would rather love to blog, read newspapers and drink tea than circle around a girl hostel. 

Last week was bit tempering; I had restless nights and vacuous days. I’m in my third year of engineering and yet my future bewilders me. Meanwhile, the Incubation cell which I launched few months back with the support of Hasmeet Singh is planning for an Idea Conference in coming weeks with the support of Thoughtberg. Let’s see when the whole thing gets materialize. 

Last week was of much importance as far as the world politics is concerned. You guess it right; I’m talking about the Egyptian Revolution. I know, it has been weeks since the people of Egypt’s have taken demonstrations to the streets. Yet, last week Husni Mubarak speech was crucial and had significant effect. I wish something similar would have happen in India.

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Monday, February 7, 2011

Blood Diamond Trade

Diamonds aren’t forever!

Don’t be amazed, you read it right.

Diamonds aren’t forever! Just look at your Diamond ring for once before moving ahead.

Do you feel anything? Is it the feeling of Love? Or a sign of prosperity?

If so, than I’m sorry, you will again have to give it a thought after reading this post.

Two-third of the world diamonds are extracted in Africa. Blood diamonds commonly known as the conflict diamonds are the diamonds which are mined in a conflict zone and which are used to finance an insurgency.  Blood diamond Trade is usually carried out in parts of central and southern African countries which have vast reserves of diamonds but are politically unstable.  The countries falling in the region are being tormented by years of civil wars among various war lords and its people. They are the third world countries where industrialization is an alien word, making the standard of living lowest in the world.

In Angola and Sierra Leone, war diamonds ( another name for conflict diamonds) continue to fund the rebel groups which are acting in contrary to the international community's objectives of restoring peace in the region. 

People don’t have much to do in this part of the world and are being gripped under the clutches of poverty. From time immortal they are being used as a slave. They are made to work in the horrifying conditions in the mines. Also, the people aren’t left with a choice. In-order to earn a living they succumb to the pressure of working in such horrendous conditions. It’s extremely hard to work in a lode without the proper machinery and prerequisite skills. The unskilled laborers are forced to work for more than 16 hours at a stretch without food and other basic amenities. 

As the trade is illegal, sophisticated machinery and security of the miners are seldom given a thought. Laborers are given just a penny for extracting a diamond of more than a thousand dollar value. Mostly, laborers are teenagers as the elders get engrossed away with serious diseases and die early. 

A movie on this subject with the same name as of the article brought in many human organizations to raise their voice against the ill-practice. World organizations serious concerns led United Nation passed few resolutions to curb the Blood Diamond Trade, lowering the magnitude of trade. But, yet more is to be done in-order to completely stop it. UN should strive hard in bringing a political normalcy in the countries related with Blood Diamond Trade, which could subsequently pave the way for industrialization and modernization.

Once diamonds are brought to market, their origin is difficult to trace and once polished, they can no longer be identified. So, it may happen that the diamond you bought comes from the Blood Diamond Trade, killing many of those innocent Africans who died extracting it. 

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Communal Politics: Politics of Hatred

Political parties can be broadly divided into three forms: the right, the left and the middle. The right parties, as per the critics, follow the path of majority religion appeasement.  Whereas, the left parties follow the path of communalism. The middle parties don’t go either way. India, the world largest democracy, has all the three forms of political parties.

Communal politics is the politics based on the religious ground for attaining short-term selfish goals. India has been tormented from the very idea of communal politics since time immortal. It created havoc in the form of partition. India was partitioned on religious lines because of the wide spread resentment created in the minds of Muslims by the Muslim League. But, the hysteria created by communal politics vanishes in no time. The Muslim League disappeared from the political arena soon; a Party which created a country did not survive longer than a decade.

In the 80’s a new wave of political statistics came in the forefront. BJP started calling itself messiah of Hindus. Also, the circumstances happened to help the BJP. Hindus were quite annoyed by the minority appeasement policies of the ruling Congress. BJP sensed the political scenario and started luring the majority Hindu community with its Ram Mandir campaign. The result was the demolition of Babri Masjid followed by the countrywide communal riots, killing thousands of innocent people.

So, does the BJP only to blame for the communal politics?

No, BJP alone cannot be blamed for the rise of communal politics in India. The short-sighted minority appeasement policy of Congress vexed the majority community. Adding fuel to it was the introduction and implementation of Mandal Commission. Also, many regional parties like Akali Dal, Shiv Sena, Samajwadi Party and others were created on religious lines. Their main political motto till date is to create hysteria and follow a path of animosity. 

Does the country gained anything from the communal politics?

No, instead of gaining the country suffered economically and emotionally due to the increased hatred among its citizens causing many riots in the name of religion and community. Many innocent countrymen lost there life.
It’s true that the communal parties may succeed in creating a mass hysteria but it soon gets discredited and diluted. No amount of efforts can revive them. Their followers are deserting them and once their vote bank is getting lost in the mist. Politics in the form of hate cannot sustain for long. 

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