Humour in white coat- Part 1

Dear Diary,                                               

It,s festival time favourite time of the year when everyone is happy, full of positivity and energy.
So, I thought of sharing few awesome lessons which I have learned from my respected teachers- my patients. I am sure these will bring a slight curve on your face after all smile is the best accessory which many of us forget to wear.

Case study 1- Epidemic encounter

Doctor," Namaste, how are you ? Aapko kya taqleef hai?"
Patient:" You are the doctor, not me, you tell ! If I knew , why would I  come to you ? " ( That makes sense.Doctor silently prays and starts with the examination protocol.

 Case study 2 : Melodramatic encounter.

Doctor : "Namaste , how are you ? What brings you here ?"
Patient ( in tone full of melodrama): " Kya batayein daac....tarrrr sahib, ithhe sassa daa raula hai ! ( problem with mother in law)
Doctor ( taken aback) :"Oh ! that,s fine , parr probelm kya hai ?"
Patient : " This is the problem."

My sympathy for the doctor

Case study 3: Oversmart silent encounter

Doctor :" Namaste!, what are your complaints ?"
Patient keeps quiet. Even after 10-15 minutes doctor fails to get a response.
After sometime, finally the patient speaks up" If I tell you everything, what will you do , paise vasool karne hain. You find out on your own without my help."
Doctor : " Okay there! where are your previous reports ?"
Patient: " Why do you need previous reports  Are you going to copy. You make new report. I have thrown old ones."
OMG! pray for sanity of Doctor.

Case study 4: Docalcholic rural patient, addicted to doctor shopping

Doctor : " Namaste! how are  you ?"
Patient ( in a voice full of remorse and grief ) : " Abb kya batayein, peechle dus saalon se  ilaaj karwa raha/rahi hoon , bimari ka bhed nahin milaa."
( I am visiting doctors since last 10 years, my diagnosis has not yet been made )Aapka naam suna, socha bimari mil jaayegi to paise vasool ho jaayeinge( Heard about you, so have come ).
Poor soul , may God bless with some paise vasool disease. Just joking !

Case study 5 : Innovative patient
a case of delayed periods comes.

Doctor, " when was your last period date ?"
Patient , " constipation hai !"
Doctor '" That,s fine but i want to know your last period date."
Patient ( again replies in same monotonous tone): " constipation hai !"
This goes on for few minutes.
Doctor is about to loose patience so nudges the staff to ask
Staff : " please answer correctly ."
Patient becomes impatient and replies ," Bataye naa ki date ka constipation hai !"

Suddenly, the doctor realises and exclaims, " Youreka ! New term has been coined for  PCOD - polycystic ovarian disease - date ka constipation."

I know many of us will relate with above. Last case is dedicated to all my gynae friends.

God bless our everyday teacher: our patients.

See you soon with some  more humour.

Bye,
Juju

Humour in white coat

Dear Diary,

First and foremost,  accept my apology for neglecting you for a week.
Please remember my dear diary," you were always on my mind."
 On a recent trip down memory lane, I remembered my favorite childhood days book - Reader,s Digest which had a section on Humour in uniform pertaining to funny army anecdotes.

This gave birth to the topic of my next blog- Humour in white coat.
Stay tuned to read my next write up within next twelve hours.

Love,
Juju

My little monk -Part 2

Thursday 26 September 2019 11:28pm                                                                       
Dear Diary

Life is very simple for those who enjoy and turbulent for those who analyze. Many a times, we learn the real meaning of our mortal form from little munchkins in our lives.
I believe that every word which comes from a child,s mouth ( till a certain age) is word of God. Please listen to your child .
Reality is that, a child teaches us more than we think we are teaching a child .
Sharing few eye openers.

Lesson 1

Routine weekday, early morning, birds are chirping, sun is playing hide and seek with few orange rays filling the sky forcing moon to take leave and rest for few hours.

Child: " Maa!, from now on, when I come from school , I want you to receive me."

Mother: Oh dear!, you very well know that your mom is a professional and can,t come when your school gets over."

Child : " I just want to see my mother when I reach home from school. If you are a professional, that,s your problem. I want a mother only. That,s it. You decide how you are going to manage it ."

Mother ( feeling perplexed on this comment ) realizes as a child she ( mother) had her own mother at home to take care of her when school got over. Is this little demand too much ? Suddenly, turmoils of feelings swirl inside her heart and brain. Her child is asking what is his /her birth right. There is no demand of any materialistic thing, only time and attention from mother. The storm passes over and
the mother surfaces and makes an arrangement so that either she is at home or her child comes to her workplace directly.

Lesson 2

Mother : " Child, exams are round the corner. The way you are studying, I have a feeling that you will score the highest ."

Child ( who is engrossed reading his favourite book, looks up ) :" Maa! I don't study to come first in my class/section. I study to gain knowledge ,besides, I enjoy reading."

Mother: " What,s the harm in coming first in class ?"

Child: " Maa! you don,t practice what you preach me. You always encourage me to enjoy whatever one does. If we read under pressure , the enjoyment and learning disappears to a larger extent ,what remains is the pressure to score."
The child elaborates further.
Securing first position is not a difficult task. What is more important is to maintain that position. I don't mind second place. I enjoy studying.Hence, I don't want to enter this number game race. Now, if you please excuse me, I need to finish my book ."

Mother closes the door behind her. She feels blessed to have learnt yet another important lesson of life which one should imbibe in their lives.

She pledges to walk her talk and talk her walk.

Love ,
Juju

Memories cherished #memories created

Dear Diary,

This write up is a casual one about memories. All of us have cherished memories of our childhood, school days, friends, family and neighbourhood. I feel many of us are trapped within the first fifteen / sixteen years of our life (formative years) and tend to see our whole life through this lens. Some may have a different viewing lens.

To a child,s eye, this world appears to be magnanimous with an attached magical aura . As we walk in this journey of life, our visions grow and memories become small and some even fade away.

Recreating same old memories ! always intrigued me. I experimented on few of my favourite cherished memories which are embedded deep in my heart. The outcome was disheartening.

As a child, my school used to appear like a huge fort in the heart of city. What once looked like a huge building complex with big ground, now looked like a small green grey patch in the middle of a concrete jungle ( Thanks to development in name of road elevations, flyovers etc).

My post graduate institution (my pacemaker), where once I worked and moved around like a queen, acknowledged by all the professores and colleagues including employee of every class. Now, I felt like a stranger. Almost everything ( buildings, departments) had got a facelift, old staff had retired (obviously), etc

Reconnecting with old friends also evoked mixed response. With few, we gelled immediately almost like yesteryears while with many others, there was no connection .

Tourist places ( where we visited in my childhood) also had a different aura and flavour when visited again with my own family.

This taught me an important lesson of life. Just as flowing water never passes through the same path, similarly, life should be an onward progressive journey. There is ONLY ONE TAKE in this GAME OF LIFE. That is the best take.

Life is all about creating new memories ! Make sure you create awesome ones.

Memories cherished # new memories created.

My little monk-Part 2 is next on bucket list.

Till we meet again.

Love
Juju

My little monk- Part 1

Dear Diary,

Its been a while since I shared few of the practical lessons which our children teach us. We are so much immersed in our own world that we tend to forget , that all this while our children are teaching us : contrary to our belief!
Amazing! yet few of us might disagree. I am sharing few real life incidences, which opened my eyes and made me see this life in an entire different new light. I bet you will change your looking glasses too, once you become aware of the unaware.
Scenario 1 :
A routine sunday morning. I am getting ready to attend a seminar on "Know your child " -KYC.
Little Monk : " Mummy where are you going ?"
Me : "Dear, I told you last night that I will attend a seminar on KYC."
Little Monk ( scratching his head ):" If you want to know your child, then you should talk to your child and not attend some seminar on KYC."
Me : ( I feel suddenly shaken) " Oh God !, please forgive me , my child has just taught me a very important lesson ."
However, I go ahead with my plan to attend the seminar on KYC ( as I had committed).
Deep inside, now I have a greater depth of understanding of KYC.
I am reminded of my FPG golden words " Always listen to your child - both spoken and unspoken words."

Scenario 2
Mid term exam time, evening time. Little monk is watching TV.
Parents come and react spontaneously , " You have to take an exam tomorrow and you are watching TV. Switch it off immediately and go to your room to study."
Period !Intense silence !.
TV is switched off and little monk walks towards his room.
Later he speaks up, " Mom dad, I have revised my syllabus twice and was watching my favourite show in my break time. Is there anything wrong in this ? Please appreciate my time management skills."

Parents rationalize ," How can you watch TV during such time ?"
Little monk : " Adults confuse me . On one hand you teach me to be happy and peaceful and not to take stress , on the other hand you are unnecessarily building up stress rather creating it ."

I put on my thinking cap : " He is right , we should appreciate his time management skills and encourage him ."
Silently, I make a promise with myself. I feel my FPG nodding and smiling.

I learnt important lessons .
To be continued...……...

Love,
Juju



 

"Husband for a Day!"

Dear Diary,

" This incident is purely fictional, it should be taken in same spirits. Any resemblance to anyone,s life is purely co- incidental. This write up is not intended to hurt anyone,s feeling ."

Sharing a funny incident which can happen in anyone,s life.

Close to celebrating two decades of togetherness, a thought strikes: what gift should we gift each other! ( Caution ! Danger 440 V ! mention or even thought of gift on birthday,s and anniversaries is strictly forbidden.

Suddenly, I have a bright idea and share with my husband.

Me: "Hey, I have an amazing idea , I will be husband for a day and you will be wife for day. Let,s exchange our shoes on our anniversary day ."

Hubby: ( eyes glued to TV)" What do you mean ?"

Me : " Simple, I will be the husband for a day and vice versa."

Daughter & son ( who are silent spectator , suddenly blurt out together, " Wow ! mummy what an idea , you will spend your day watching TV, Netflix series, Amazon prime videos etc and ordering Papa ( oh ! I mean mummy for a day).

Hubby : " Listen ! kids, you will be under me as I will be in charge."

Son :  Oh no  ! I am trapped. Didi, lets go and study ."

So, the deal is done and locked.
Finally the D day arrives . The morning scene.

Me : " Good  morning , happy anniversary dear ! time to prepare tea and send
kids to school."

Hubby : " Don't disturb me !  suddenly remembers the deal ) Ohk! going ."

Hubby brings tea with almonds and biscuits .

Me ( sitting on couch, TV remote in one hand, newspaper in one hand, mobile by my side : Feeling like an Emperor ): " Nice tea , make another cup."

Husband tries to rationalize;" Abhi bahut hua !"

I remind him of the deal. He adorns his role as a mother and proceed towards kitchen to prepare school tiffin and drop kids to school.

Slowly, we become comfortable in our roles and day rolls by smoothly.

Time for evening tea and snacks.

I am waiting for this very moment since a long time.

Me ( clearing my throat): " Its been a beautiful day. I want to express my gratitude and make the following announcements.
Number 1: From now on , your mother will not cook food, I have realized she is really worked up. So, I have arranged for a 24 hours helper who will help your mother in kitchen and in other spheres.
( Me screaming my guts out , Wow Juju! you nailed it. But on outside I am calm and composed).

Number 2: During meal times, there will be no room service . Everyone will come to dining area without their mobiles and TV remotes.
( Me screaming Hurray! another victory).

Number 3 : From now on, we will go for family picnic or movie every sunday. ( Kids are jumping up from their chairs)

Number 4: After dinner, we will go for a walk and read books for an hour or so. No TV/ Mobile.

Number 5: ( very important): We will go for regular family vacations and that excludes your visit to maternal house.

Number 6 ( best for the last) ; I have realized that your mother works a lot and kids also have worked sincerely so..…( a long pause full of suspense ) We will be going for a "World tour" this summer and that includes Bahamas cruise as well."

Howz That !

Hubby is in a state of confusion and shock.
Kids are jumping with excitement and screaming " Good going mummy, oops! papa for a day ."

I conclude with a singing off remark for the day. " Whatever has been said today will be implemented in full spirits.
Feeling elated, I hit the bed (avoiding my husband,s intimidating shocking expression).

Tik.tik..tik..tik…...alarm goes off !
My husband gently nudges me , ' Honey, happy morning its 5 am time to wake up the kids , today is their last exam."

I jump out of bed in total disbelief , thinking , " Was it a dream or a reality!".
I search for my slippers and slip into my husband"s shoes instead.
What is happening ! my head is spinning !
I check my cell phone and am immediately pulled into present.
Oh my God ! Its really mid term exam and I am a mother . Scratching my head, mechanically , I go towards my kitchen with a thought in my head ," Pappu, saab ke liye chai aur bachhon ke liye tiffin tayaar karo." Ji memsaab ! ( I reply sub consciously).

 I am back in real time zone .

A song echoes in my mind," Subah ka sapna : kabhi nahin hota apna !"

Even if it was a dream , I thoroughly enjoyed and who knows it might come true one day.
For dreams turn into reality.

Love ,
Juju.

Circle Of Life

Dear Diary,

Sharing my all time favourite anecdote.

As I help my daughter pack her bags for her new phase in life : beginning of college life , I am engulfed by a mixture of emotions of love, sadness, joy, loneliness, despair. It feels as if someone is ripping my heart so see my own part going away from me physically.

For a moment, I close my eyes and travel back in time machine some 28 years ago.I open my eyes and the scenario is set in my Delhi home.

It seems like a rush hour : bags on bed : momsie moving around , all worked up . There I see myself sitting on the bed : excited as well as nervous.

Momise : " Raju! pack this panjeeri and besan sweets as emergency food in hostel."

Me: " Maa, the bag is already full!."

Momise:" An extra kilo or two won,t make much of a difference."

Me: " Daddyji, mummy ko samjhao."

Dad : " Don,t argue with your mom."

Me ( sighs!) : Ok 

Packing done ! Hurray !!!

Now is the last tea time talk with my momsie popsie before I board train to future.  My parents sit beside me .

Me ( thinking ) : Now is time for advise , suggestions ,...……...

Popsie : " Beta, you are entering this big world of adults. From now on you are on your own. Now, you will live in the main arena- real life.".

Momsie ( interjects): "Raju ! you need to be strong, self disciplined, focussed. We are always there to support you ."

Popsie takes over, " There are few important tips which your grandfather had given me , I am passing it on to you. Think of these college years as a Launch pad for your future life. There are bound to be distractions: be it peers or from opposite sex or otherwise. It,s absolutely fine to be attracted to a boy ( God forbids girl is not acceptable ). 

We all start laughing . The atmosphere lightens up.

Remember your limits and always keep us in the loop. We are friends from now on. "

Mom shifts her gaze towards me ,"Raju!, this is like a train journey. You will meet many people, befriend many, travel with them for some distance. Always remember, every individual has his/her own destination stop. Don't miss yours. Alight from the train at the right time at the right stop."

Everybody keeps down their tea cups . I gather the cups and head towards the kitchen with my Momsie Popsie,s pearls of wisdom.

FAST FORWARD...…………..28 years,

As I am talking to my daughter, I envision my own talk prior to similar  journey.

Only now the daughter has adorned the mother,s role.

I can feel my Mom smiling from heaven , "Raju! this is circle of life !"

So true Maa! Love you from this world to your world : Till we meet again : Up there.

Love,

Juju. 

Return ticket - FPG Diary

Dear Diary,
Good morning 🌞 🌞

Mornings are blissful especially if one affords at least half an hour of "Me" time. Be it doing exercise, yoga, meditation or sipping hot cup of tea/coffee. One becomes conscious of the power of subconscious mind.

Today, I am sharing one of my favorite tea time talks with my Momsie Popsie.

Me: "Mummy, why do you always say Delhi aate jaate raha karo ? whenever I call you to inform you about my trip : your first question is : when are you going back ?"

Mom: " Raju! Once a daughter is married : this is the biggest blessing as parents that our daughter visits us regularly."

Me: " I feel hurt at times and think you don't like me visiting you. Even dad keeps asking which sweets do you want to take back ! Abhi to unpack bhi nahin kiya !"

Mom: " Raju!  You will understand the essence much later in your life the real meaning of aate jaate
raha karo

Me: please explain

Popsie ,who is reading newspaper and silently listening to mother daughter conversation intervenes,
Iska Matlab kadwe shabdo mein batao ?

Yes, dad please

Remember my child, you are always welcomed and will be treated with respect and love in your maternal household : Pause : suspense ,...............

Me silently screaming , Dad please complete .....

Popsie : puts his tea cup down and continues - if you have your return ticket with you this love and affection will be multiplied by thousands.
It's basic human nature : that v are on our gaurd if v feel a threat from someone : your return ticket allays the threat angle.
Hope you understand!.

Momsie,smiles  and gets up with the tea tray, to prepare another cup of kadak chai .

My tea has turned cold.

It dawns upon me : there is truth in each and every word. I remember my professor,s word from Tata memorial hospital , Mumbai- his golden advise " madam, agar aap kuch seekhna chahate ho to kabhi mat kehna Mumbai settle hona hai ; then they will teach you well as you will no longer be a threat to their practice.

There and then I decided from now on : I will keep visiting Delhi regularly however, I always book my return ticket prior to booking onward journey.

I can feel my Mom smiling from heaven and saying ,"Raju, aate jaate raha karo: ab main nahin Hoon , daddy Hain, bhaiyya &  bhabhi Hain ".

Love you Maa for this simple lesson over cup of tea.

Take care,
Love,
Juju 

Lesson taught by my son : FPG Diary

Dear Diary,

Sharing a lesson taught by my 10 year old son. Follow the conversation

Me: Son, should I put vegetable salad inside Bonn burgers buns for Tiffin?

Son: No , mummy ! Put salad in brown bread !

Me: taste is better in burger buns ! It's a healthy Tiffin.

Son: mummy our new Principal sister has come and she takes rounds during recess . If she sees burger buns: she will scold me for bringing junk food !.

Me: ok fine! As you say .

Then, my son speaks up :
Mummy , on one hand, our Principal sister says " don't bring junk food in Tiffin like burger, Maggie, pasta etc.......
On other hand : they r selling hotdogs, burgers, noddles in school canteen.

Isn't it contradictory?? Obviously it is !
Bringing home cooked burger/ pasta/ Maggie once in a while is always far more healthier ad my mom prepares with love and care !.

How can they sell junk food in canteen?
How come rules r different ?????????????

A big questioning look on my Son,s face !!!!!

I think for a while and reply: your observation is absolutely right ! I will try to communicate to school authorities amicably !

Pause .....

V resume our studies.

I think most parents must be facing such situation with realisation " our children r our teachers !!

Take care of yourself ❤️
Love,
Juju 

Life,s lessons from my FPG Diary

Dear Diary,

There,s a calling ! Just the same as u feel on watching sea waves.

Sharing from my Popsie-Momsie dairy :

The reason for insecurity amongst parents whose children are married especially after marrying their sons is :

As my FPG quotes: when you marry yr son ; it is duty of parents ( both father & mother)  to escalate their position &  become Rajpita & Rajmata and .....
Hand over the crown to new king & his queen.

This transition should be smooth and might take some years.

The earliest;  this change occur in families
There will be far less disappointments: healthier relationships.

Will see u soon with more teachings from my FPG diary.
Have a great day !

Love,
Juju 

The art of talking : FPG Diary

Dear Diary,

Good afternoon
Sharing from my Momsie Popsie FPG Diary:

It is not important what you say or how you say !
Important is : how well you reach the other person !
My FPG,s favourite pearl ! .

This gets me in a fix :

I can only control my own words/ body language: how can I control the other person???? Is my repeated question to my dad:

He smiles: and leaves with " Agar sahi tarah iss par sochhoge; u will get the answer by yrself ".
Again he repeats: the whole game of winning lies in how to reach the other person in the same spirit & faith as you want. Keep working u will learn this art one day!

Me: Daddyji: I am forty plus : already covered half the  journey. When will I learn ??

FPG: one who stops learning : stops growing
Are u growing or aging??????????????

 ...................

I adorn my thinking hat !
Really I want to grow .........

Love,
Juju