But I have realized this over the one year that I have worked under him, from the first meeting, where his first question to me was ' Are you single?' ( He was worried if I had a place to stay...) and I thought of the myriad possibilities of shapes that question would take acquire in my life, ( I did not take one in the wrong sense) when I was not sure I would be staying on in Rohtak in the first place. And my "Yes" was more an answer to me, rather than to him. A decision, I have come to give the highest regards to, of late. I got a room to myself, albeit dilapidated, but big enough to house my thousand odd books, the day I joined Rohtak. Someone as unsocial as me would have had a lot of problems if I had not got the room then.
While I am still filled with awe about the professors back home ( I was always too much into Medicine, its in my blood, its in the air I breathe, and I had SCB by its guts...you could blindfold me there and leave me and I could walk about and back without hitting a single post...), while I still look upto them for their presence, for their knowledge, and their commitment ( Can never forget CBKM coming to ward at 11 to look up a patient, or doing a pleural tap today...a venesection tomorrow...putting a note another day...it maybe bigger to me because at that time, I knew much less...I was, as an ordinary MBBS, still not into the system), my teacher, my Boss, My professor, Sir, as I call him inside my mind as my mood makes it, I have seen for one thing more than another...his effort, his sincerity.
While I am not the ones who normally goes all out in front of people who move and shake the country..( got that attitude from dad...he refused a banquet invite at Maurya Sheraton where Bill Clinton had come...though his reasons are obscure to put here..but I want to drive home a moot point...I cannot make an effort to please someone if I don't feel like it from within...possibly because I haven't been in a situation where my career, or my position have been similarly placed, and in a way, as a post graduate, I still dont belong here..) but to see it day in and day out..for friends, for people who hear my Professor's good name and come, for people in positions of power...I do not see the intensity of his sincerity diminish. And while our troop ( of postgraduates) sometimes waits with exasperation wishing him to actually kick these people out of his office ( for closing their eyes in answer to 'what is your problem', thinking for 2 minutes...and give a dramatic soliloquy for another 10 minutes...by then I would have had a cardiac arrest..or would have advised 3 people on the benefits of clean health habits, physiotherapy, GCP, rushed to my room and back...stole a trip to my personal life..and back...blessed someone and back....), the fact that he comes with his hair in the air is enough to stamp the exasperation out. And his frank admission that he was exasperated with all those 'wise men' he has to entertain...I am sorry...but just his admission of the fact that he was equally bored through his smiles and his compulsions is enough for me to adore him. Not many would admit it. And I don't mind his living it. Its his way of living, and dealing with those around him. I may not agree to it, but it doesn't diminish the mutual respect I have for him.
And I am glad he has given me space. Space to wander, and lose myself be lost..and finally, beginning to gather myself up again. There was once this concept of firebird I had accidentally built in my mind ( first from an isolated orkut profile picture upload...then a poem whose two lines went like...'and then the firebird from her ashes rose, and prescribed her lunatic a sedative dose'...to isolated meanderings when I wished to be one of the firebirds known for their healing qualities in Harry Potter ( I have always been a fairy tale kid....I hate myself for that) When I wanted to fly and go and cry over a bleeding toe nail, and cure it, because there was no other entrance for me into that person's place or life) and today, he reminded me of that situation in his unbelievably artless pinup expression...honesty. My Boss does not have an ego. And if he does, its not the harmful kind. Thats the best part about him.
I listen to stories when I hear him straighten up in the presence of two girls with he took a picture with ...and I know that expression even without seeing it. I have seen how uncomfortable he gets ( in comparison to his friend and my other inspiration here who can hug a bunch of us silly willies with a damn care attitude about the world who would be stupid enough to comment...) and I remember his expression when I told him about my medical problem. He had not even looked at me once. He looked up at the ceiling instead of looking at the MRI scan showing a fibroid twice as big as the uterus. And I wondered if I had told him something banal...or worse...like I had a sexually transmitted disease. And then I wondered if he would have looked me in the face if, say I had a brain tumor instead. But anyways. Thats possibly because he hasn't got friends or the situations to let go of his straight laced ways. In any case, I am not worried, or troubled, or even saddened by this. I find it mildly amusing, even kind of funny...the same way I feel for my mothers tempers about our ( me and my sister's) perennial single statuses...or my continuous ignorance of my medical condition, basically which cannot be helped ( got another verbal lashing...when I told her by Hemoglobin has gone down again to 10, its actually 9.6...and gave her the explanation for it...I am not taking medicines...did she have to be irritated?). So I look upon that stiffneckedness with the same adoration I have for my mothers continuous banter when she opens her mouth, as I watch the television unfazed, or look into her face without an expression...
No, the liking stems from elsewhere. He has given me space to actually go down to the average murk that consumes one of us sometime or the other during post graduation. Keeping up in the Medical profession is difficult. Going about with the same energy, I find myself sapped of it each time after I do an Emergency. I know I am not like the saviour there...but I try to do my best. And I know I am the one anyday who spends more time counselling patients. I have seen its rewards. Doctors forget body is a temple. It has its own healing powers within itself that will begin to act with a small nudge from outside. Call me a believer in Alternative medicine or whatever ( I actually wanted to find out a unani doctor in Chandni Chowk when I used to live in Delhi, but then I had other persuations, so I could not go about it all out). I have got myself into this downward slide maybe or vacuum for like 4 years now...and for sometime, it got into my system and choked my aspirations. I slouched. And it showed. My files, my patients, my work, all started to reflect that inner negative vibes I was carrying within me...
And finally he told me. He stopped me from taking a break, asked me to wipe my paws and to get back. And got back I did. Three days later he told me something I will never forget. I don't want to put it down. But I knew that he knows me. Not for what I am, but what I can be. I am grateful for that. I have carried these people in my heart of hearts when they have been with me when I have been licking the pits.
I often remember that incident in the movie The Perfume where the protagonist doles out a thousand concoctions of perfume for his teacher before he leaves (about that movie, later). I am not speaking in that murderous perspective at all. I speak in the perspective when it doesn't matter to me if I am read, or published, if my name comes in a positive impact factor journal...if I go and do a fellowship in John Hopkins and all that...For all I know, I might turn into a yoga teacher tomorrow, or marry a farmer and own a farm in South America, or just go to some island and practice medicine and live my life like the oracle in Minority Report, where her truths would no more be the life she saw in reality, or her dreams, but the fairy tales she read where people lived happily ever after...I dont know where I am going to end up in my search for the meaning of two words in my life...Love, and Happiness. But I know that even if I am caught for sometime, I shall fly away someday to that place my closed eyes keep dreaming of. And that I will also ensure I know the meaning of both of them before I go. But I am glad he stays silent where he does. And speaks with his artistically inarticulate honesty when he speaks what he speaks.
To this end, today when I asked him why I have become like that, when no one else around is like me, and that my laid back attitude is highly unexpected for a post graduate in Medicine...what he said picking up from a weird ad which might be airing somewhere...starring a ludicrously muscled hero from Bollywood ( how health conscious my Boss is...u can take a guess when at 46, he can run 10 kilometers without his breath flaring.)...Sucharita, those people win who do not defeat somebody..but who are able get up after being thrown down.
Thank you so much for these words ( And I am glad I havent seen the ad..I would have never got the perspective then...) Today, he makes me want to go back to my life again in the aspect that I want to get serious about what I like. I like to heal. And I like to write. And for now, these two are perfectly sufficient for me to lead my life successfully, if not necessarily contentedly. I will be content if I can pour in the words, happy and love inside that porridge. But its not the time for that. I want to write again. Not just this blog. Or silly stories for kids, or words of life and childhood, and love and loss. I am picking up writing for writing about everything...to the patients who could not live to teach me the lessons, to the patients with whom I have had my most honored moments...to people who have shown me what love could possibly mean. And better, entail.
God bless you. Even if I will be one person who will come up with bare faced facts and complaints and its true that I think you should take some serious lessons from your friend ( my other Boss I adore..his best friend, his mirror isomer) about recognizing people, their motives and capacities ( Dear Sir, you always...almost always trust the wrong people...and suffer because of this), I am glad with we three, the reticent Co-PG of mine, the strictly unsocial SR we treasure..and the whatever me, you have taken the magnanimity to trust us.
And we shall never let you down. God bless you
Hi Sucharita, am visiting your blog after a long time. Nice to read about someone who brought inspiration to your life in his own way - i am always ears for such inspirational gems and I hold on to them - it makes life more beautiful!
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