Friday 31 July 2015

Wealthy is healthy…the Indian Healthcare divide

We are an aspiring superpower that has the most vibrant democracy in the world, an independent judiciary and a billion people. Some  of our achievements in the fields of information technology and space research have given us the much needed belief that our nation has come of age to compete with the mighty industrialized nations. Yet the access to quality healthcare to all irrespective of class divide has still remained a challenge even in the seventh decade of our independence. Our mass vaccination program has become phenomenal success with the near elimination of Polio from India and we are on the way to become most successful nation in terms of implementation of mass vaccination programs.

All these are matters of pride for any Indian. But the question remains if we have made basic health care accessible to the poorest of the poor…The answer from the point of view of a health department official would be a yes…as he will give you the number of hospitals opened in last five years under various schemes of government and the proposed hospitals to be opened. The real problem lies not in the number of public health centers available but the quality of service available at such centers. The rich and poor divide is evident as the marginalized sections of society that depend on public health centers are lacking the required infrastructure, human resource and more importantly availability of quality drugs and at times the stock of emergency medicines. They have acquired such a cult status that when I had been to the taluk public health center of my locality for the sake of getting a medical certificate I came across some healthy people getting admitted. The reason being they wanted to file a police complaint against their rivals who belonged to a political party for allegedly beating up these men. The police file a first information report (FIR) in such cases only when someone gets admitted to a Government Hospital. While the sick among the poor get admitted to these hospitals, no one from a little privileged background would ever come to this place unless they have a reason.

Consider these two scenarios...
A pregnant woman who is due to deliver today gets admitted early in the morning in a brightly lit labour room with enough nurses and on duty doctors who are round the clock supervising her as she takes rest in a perfectly cushioned bed waiting for her turn for a normal delivery and the doctors are monitoring her continuously to know if she is comfortable and if not do they need to prepare for a cesarean as the case may be…All this while the pregnant woman does not need to bother and  her attendants need to give only the consent and the rest is taken care of by experts.

Second scenario is almost similar until the woman gets admitted…changes being a dimly lit room with noise heard from outside. A couple of nurses attending all the patients and one specialist along with two juniors taking care of entire ward…and when they are inside the emergency the pregnant woman holding on to a rough bed clutching her hands to cold metal bar of the cot she is laying on with pressure increasing every moment ..At the same time patient attendant helplessly moving from one pharmacy to another in search of emergency drugs prescribed by the Doctor. As the hospital is short of medicines and whatever available has to be kept in safe in order to meet the demands of poorest of the poor.

The first scenario is that of a private super specialty hospital and the second from a public health center. The differences do not end here. Instead they begin here...the place where doctors and the patients do not have access to emergency drugs, hot water round the clock and noise free surroundings  coupled with worn out or obsolete furniture and at times leaking buildings.
I learnt of these things from a Doctor who has served in government hospitals as a student in formative years and now as part of specialization serves in one of the top hospitals in the country. The above mentioned doctor (name withheld for confidentiality) is deeply traumatized and at times is guilty of not having been able to do much for the poorest of the poor, as she tells me rather sarcastically that health is indeed wealth…and wealthy are indeed healthy in our society…a poor woman might deliver but with high chance of maternal mortality…she doesn’t seem  to have a solution other than urging me to write this  blog and I too don’t see a change  happening anytime soon in our ‘health divide’..
We are fortunate if we have enough money to treat our diseases and get healed from  physiological pain but that young mother from the street shall take a rebirth before giving birth if she is lucky…and that  young man who got hit by carelessly driven car in the middle of the night by a drunken star shall die anonymously in a government hospital  while the star would be treated for his small bruises resulting from stunt sequences in a movie by a team of specialists in a reputed hospital……man…money buys health...and I am in deep denial of this reality as I am too patriotic to accept the fault in my system.





Monday 20 July 2015

Bobby Jindal: the man who deserves a retirement

Piyush "Bobby" Jindal the first american with Indian roots to become the governer of an American state, as the governer of lousiana is running for president and thinks he is better to lead americans than Barack Obama..
I heartly congratulate this man for having come this far in his political life and would love to see him retire with immediate effect. Don't get me wrong...I am in no mood to celebrate the rise of an Indian american in american political circle. There are plenty of other things for me to be proud of Indian Americans.

The Indian American success story has always been about highly intelligent individuals who made progressive development in their own fields of speciality for the good of masses and their own inner calling. While I celebrate Kalpana Chawla, Sunita Williams and other high profile Indian origin americans I fail to understand the undue coverage given to this most conservative Individual who lives in 21st century with the ideals of middle ages.

Yes, you heard me right. Bobby has already declared his intention to bring changes to some of the federal government laws based on his experiments as Governor of Louisiana. He claims his state is pro life in having banned abortion..But what about the rights of a woman in deciding whether or not to have children. All the citizens of  United States are not bound by the laws of Bible as Mr Jindal. While speaking about the rights of a fetus... He fails to understand the rights of a woman who is forced to carry an unwanted pregnancy which might have happened under the influence of drugs if not intentionally. Even when the pregnancy happens due to consensual intercourse between two adults it is the right of a woman to decide whether to single parent her child or not to have that unwanted child. Even a married woman has more rights over her body and not the law....

My arguements are clear...if the kins of a brain dead individual have the right to decide on removing life support to such individuals then the mother of an unborn child has the right to decide wether the child must be given a chance of life or not.

Will Mr Jindal or his state take up the responsibilty if someone is forced to carry a child and later on due to hate on that child gives up that child to orphanage??? Orphans have the right to live but have the state and religion got any right to create orphans??

United States with its scientific Advancements has led the rational world much to the admiration of religious saints like Vivekananda... Electing a man who is not just irrational but dangerously regressive would result in taking America back in time to an age where religious identity clashed with rational of science...Barack Obama may not come across as the best of United States' presidents but he will surely be remembered as a man of few good ideas.

I am not a supoorter of LGB's but I support the decisions of judiciary that have resulted in positive changes happening in a democratic society...much like the key supreme court judgements that have helped in strengthening Indian democracy....But this man by outrightly rejecting U S Supreme court judgement on gay marriage just because his politico religious identity shows him to be anti gay has showed to the world that his executive decisions are not formed by legal, humanitarian,cultural,social or rational influences...but purely by his pseudo religious identity to woo the conservative population.... much like an average subcontinental politician who plays with the emotions of people based on caste sentiments.

Bobby is a material made for one section of US population still bound by the idealogy of their ignorant forefathers and people who are prisoners of their past....The American society known for its big American dream where every individual has the liberty to do what he or she loves deserves someone better...

You may not get a Lincoln again but don't settle for a conservative....you desrve better and the world leaders who take decisions based on the decisions of a POTUS deserve better.

Electing him is the choice Republicans must make between chosing to be prisoner of the past or becoming prince of the future.

Sunday 19 July 2015

What has rain got to do with love??

This question has haunted me ever since I watched rain songs in movies...the rain becoming the reason for someone falling in love and so on...until the ultimate rain movie called Mungaru Male came up in  2006 as a lover's tribute to rain. Watching that movie over and over again gave me my answers..Ganesh was just the hero of the movie...the supporting cast was led by mungaru male or the first rain...brilliant lyrics of the title song penned by its now iconic director Yograj Bhat and the story by Preetham will never be forgotten. The subsequent maleyalli joteyalli intensified my interest in rain and love and the rain triology is going to get an interesting conclusion by Shashank in this year's mungaru male 2 again with ganesh....he is the man of rain...

Now back to my question....What has rain got to do with love??

The first droplets of rain falling on dry land signify the first crush in life...
the downpour getting stronger meaning the roller coaster of emotions taking hold of one's heart.

Then the rain leading to the growth of seeds in to crop....signifying the the love struck youngsters becoming serious in relationships...

The thunder and lightning....emotional outbursts in relatiinship...

The temporary halt of the rain...
the time when people stop talking due to misunderstandings..

The rain getting non stop...leading to flood....can signify heartbreak when flooded emotions go in vain as love that is not returned...

The end of rainy season...the end of honeymoon period in relationship...

A balanced rain leads to good crops....and a balanced approach to love leads to strong relationships.....

Rain is simply too poetic to capture it in prose and analyse...as i start remembering the now cult lines...mungaru maleye enu ninna hanigala leele....oh first rain what trick your droplets have played??

making me write an entire post on rain....

Friday 17 July 2015

Rain Droplets....

The rain droplets inspire me to write some really short stories...by being nostalgic on my 140 character stories on twitter that helped me win three books from westland books...three years ago as a gift. I am not re producing any of those stories here...the themes are varied and at times dark.

1. #happiness I wasn't happy when I finally quit my job that sucked...it was when my four year old kissed me on cheek knowing that I ll spend all my time with her this summer.

2. #solitude I walk in rain all alone..my steps in tune with the music of solitude...in search of lost companion...whom i left in pursuit of solitude.

3. #theatre
Act one : people cheered and applauded every time I came..they cried every time i died and had tears of happiness every time i played the resurrected Jesus..

Act two : as i try to keep myself awake I feel a needle that goes deep in to my veins...blacked out. as i open my eyes I see people having tears of happiness knowing that I am alive..they try to cheer me up...

Act three : conclusion : seeing those happy faces....i make my grand exit....lights off.

4. #oldage the time i afford to be silly again...as my children and grand children attribute that to my age calling me the old man who has lost his mind..finally able to do what i want to...not bothering about what people think..childhood at its last stage.

5. #rain a blessing in disguise as the blood in my hand gets washed away while i walk in the silent night of heavy rain...i am purified by now..as mother goddess has showered me with her love so that i get washed from my sin..

Wednesday 1 July 2015

Song of the Soul

I am not image....
nor am I the name you gave me....

I am the warmth of morning sun..
as I wake you up from ignorance.

I am the purity of the water you take bath in...
as I cleanse you from your sins.

I am the firtility of the soil...
Which gives you the food you eat.

I am the gentleness of the breez...
which brakes the clouds giving you the beautiful rain.

I am the fire of the funeral pyre...
burning the last sign of your existence.

I am the consciousness of your soul...
making you one with me....
I am the soul of souls....
as you become part of me...
I am you...as you never existed.

The memory of ancestors....Saraswat pain

Day before yesterday I read Siddhartha Gigoo's book The Garden of Solitude and it left me in a deep state of identity crisis. The identity crisis was not related to my academic or professional existence but a deep genetic connection that I share with Kashmiri Pandits.

The book, a first hand account of ethnic cleansing of kashmiri pandits and their subsequent migration to Jammu and later to other parts of the country and the world made me remember my own ancestry.

The only difference being the writer of the book and the protagonist both are first generation migrants whereas I guess I am a fifteenth generation migrant if I were to put five generation in a century since my ancestors migrated from Goa. The circumstances of both Saraswat migrations are a little different,yet similar because of the sheer magnitude of that geographical shift.

The kashmir migration happened due to the terrorist threat and ethnic killing sponsored by a hostile state called Pakistan and the question of survival of the Saraswat clan of Kashmir.

The second,and the older migration happened in the 16th century arrival and colonization of Goa by Portuguese Missionaries. The migration of Gaud Saraswats from Goa happened due to the state sponsored conversion programme of Jesuits and the infamous Goan inquisition.

In both the migrations Saraswats lost their homes, relatives, property and places of worship. The migration to southern Konkan, led saraswats to start their life from scratch in the alien lands of Thaulava(now part of Karnataka) and Kerala. The migration of Kashmiri Saraswats led to their identity crisis in the alien land of dogras and now in the different parts of India and the world.

Ever since the Saraswati changed her course, so did Saraswats...until one fine day she became Guptagamini, The saraswats got divided in to what can be seen today as not just the geographic division but a cultural difference among northern and southern saraswats.

After mother goddess Saraswati remained only in their memories and not daily life they became long lost cousins. Yet the degree of similarities are not here to be missed. The migrant saraswats of Goa and Kashmir have both flourished outside their homeland just as they dominated the lands of Goa and Kashmir for centuries after first arriving there ten or twelve centuries ago from dried banks of river Saraswati.

The writer's pain in having left his  home may never come close to my understanding of migration. But what led me to deep sense of identity crisis are the situations described in the book where protagonist thinks that his existence is justified only if he remembers the stories of his ancestors and goes in search of the book of ancestors written by his great grandfather. The journey he undertakes  after 15 years of having left his home as a return is described as his pilgrimage to the land of his ancestors. I undertook one such piligrimage six months ago, my second trip to Goa. The first one two years ago being just a visit to some temples...The second was special and will always remain in my memory as I made a biker expedition to Goa in the exact route in which my ancestors walked away with tears empty handed..except their Kuladevatas on their heads thinking the way will be shown by Lord.

I experienced a sense of nostalgia in that pilgrimage when I walked on the lands where my ancestors once lived and in the temples where they prayed. It was a journey back home. The Divaddi island and Pornethirth where 30000 people used to have sacred bath once a year...or the Mahadeva temple in reserve  forest which was once the mark of Kadamba domination...As one line from Siddhartha Gigoo's book says  Pandits  come back to visit thier homeland yet they stay in hotel rooms as they don't have permanent homes left anymore....I too like many Konkani Saraswats went to Goa on a piligrimage staying in a hotel room instead of a home....as  I am also a migrant without a home in his homeland.

I call Karnataka my home and so do people who were born and brought up in a place associate themselves with the place of their birth. But what comes back to haunt is the question of identity that was once forcefully changed by Portuguese...I don't have any ill will towards some of the descendants of Portuguese among today''s Goans...as these people belong to India as much as I do. I had a sense of brotherhood with Siddhartha Gigoo when the protagonist does not fight to take a revenge on the Muslims but wishes that no one forgets the stories of his ancestors and recognizes the plight of migrant Pandits and help them go back to their homes.

I don't know if the wishes of Pandits will ever come true as it took 500 years for their cousins down south to come back to prominence in the land of ancestors when after independence the saraswats of Goa  again started to play dominant role in Goan society. Much of the temples have been built with more glory than what once existed and God  has  not left them as per their belief.

I wish the Kashmir  scenario soon turns out to be similar to what post independent Goa turned out for Saraswats as they rightfully dominate goan society today.

The question is not whether Pandits come to prominence again in Kashmir or Gaud Saraswats remain the dominant community of Goa.....It is whether the next generation remembers the story of anncestors....as told by a father to children....The memory of ancestors  must remain...no matter where  we go or  what we become....as our existence today is solely the result of the pains and sacrifices of  our ancestors.....