Tuesday, April 26, 2016

The lost fragrances

It rained in Bangalore. After long days of record breaking heat, the rain will bring some relief. I did not realise that it rained, till late. The first rain, to me, always was associated with the fragrance of the soil. Like lightning that precedes the thunder, this fragrance hits me before the rain does. It is missing and I wondered where it had gone. Like everything else in today’s digital world, I let my virtual friends in Facebook know of my predicament and drove towards home.
As I drove, I recollected that there were three distinct fragrances that I relate to, from my child hood. April always used to bring all three of them together. It was fresh, it was unique and it was still on the tip of my nose!

The soil was the first one. It had such an enchanting smell. As the first rain drops would fall, some amazing chemical locha works and the fragrance surrounds the place. As the rain poured on, the puddles of water on the road was making my drive difficult and I ran the risk of losing my memories of the fragrances. 

I stopped over in a fruit stall. I wanted to buy some mangoes. They used to give me the second distinct fragrance.  We would go to my Dads house during holidays, and as I remember there were twelve different varieties of mangoes there. Dad would tell us stories of him planting most of those saplings. As we would get down from his scooter, I would be in the mystic world of the smell of the mangoes. Each one had a distinct smell, but I had a favourite. I would run to climb the tree and smell the mango from the tree, as it swayed in the wind, for me to pluck and taste it. I smelled the mango in the fruit stall, and I felt I was in my chemistry lab. Seeing my upset face, the shopkeeper tried convincing me, “sir, organic mangoes will come tomorrow”.  I still buy mangoes after smelling them, and probably is the reason I have not been buying them for a while now. 

I turned around to walk out, and saw my third favourite fragrance right in the corner. Books!!! I took one from the shelf, opened it and took a deep breath. Goodness!! They still smell the same, well almost!! We would go to the small bookstall opposite to the temple in Palghat town. We would get to buy children’s comics. The bookstall had the fragrance of the freshly opened books and it still lingers. I bought a book and walked out taking another deep breath of its smell. 

As I tried to sleep, I felt a new smell. It was the Iblur Lake stinking after the first rain. I sprayed the room freshener and went to sleep. The fragrances were lost.

Thursday, April 21, 2016

A Tribute to Motherhood

This is for all the fathers and mothers to be, for you to appreciate the true beauty and warmth of a new baby coming into this world, and a true appreciation of the motherhood.

It was a culmination of 37 weeks of excitement, pain and restlessness. Kavitha got admitted on 4th Sept 2008, at 0630 am in Apollo hospital, Bangalore..During her last delivery, we had a traumatic experience of a normal delivery getting converted in to a C section after Ammu’s head came out. So we were prepared for a C section from day one. The delivery was postponed to 1030 am as some emergency cases had come up. The wait outside the labor room is painful. I managed to go in and check on Kavitha few times, as Ammu got close to the nurses . The doctor came and said, that she is being shifted to the Operation Theatre at 1st floor, and we accompanied her.

I went in to meet the doctor, and asked her, if I can join Kavi in the Labor room. She wanted me to be very sure, and checked if I’m comfortable with seeing blood and the procedure as such. Seeing my confidence, she agreed and sent me to the change room. My Mom wasn’t aware that I’m going in.  I went in then change room, and a technician explained me what I’m supposed to do. I then realized, why the doctor was reconfirming. In the previous surgery, the husband had a panic attack on seeing blood and had fainted in the Operation theatre . I was asked to wait , as they prepared her for the surgery . The technician told me that the monitors are being installed and then she would be given a local anesthesia. 

When Kavi had conceived, her blood tests had revealed Toxoplasma infection. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toxoplasmosis) . Almost all such cases are aborted. We were informed about the risks involved in the pregnancy and for the new born, if we go ahead with the delivery. We went through every possible journal and paper on toxoplasmosis and consulted with friends who were doctors and experts in the area. We had taken a brave and risky call to go ahead with the pregnancy. We had made up our mind to face what comes. The risks involved having a baby with serious medical conditions including deformity and sensory issues. All this was running through my mind as I waited.

I was called into the labor room after few minutes, and the doctors had started the procedure. I was made to sit beside Kavitha, and a screen was put to conceal the surgery. I held on to her hand and sat there. I could see through the screen as the lights on the other side were bright. I could see doctor cutting open the wound and I knew it’s anytime now. Kavi was calm and I think my presence was a surprising reassurance for her too. The doctor told us that when the baby is to be taken out, they would be pushing her stomach hard, to push the baby out. After a minute they asked me to stand up, and I saw the amazing site of my baby’s head coming out of Kavi. They pushed and in a flash the baby was out. The doctor said, “ It’s a Boy “ … Kavi squeezed my hand in rejoice. I almost had a tear down my eye. The doctor cut the placenta and showed me the baby.A nurse took the baby and asked me to follow him. We went into another room, and he started cleaning the baby up. The pediatrician joined him. He put a tube in the baby’s nostrils and squeezed out some fluid with a syringe. Once they cleaned him they wrapped him in a towel. The pediatrician looked at me and gave me a thumbs up. He knew about the toxoplasmosis history. He was there to examine the child and ensure he was free of any complication. His thumbs up relieved me of the last straw of doubt. We had a healthy baby.

We took him back to the labor room. He showed the baby to Kavi and she gave him the first kiss.I told her that the baby is healthy .I went back, changed and ran to give the news to my Mom, her mom and Ammu who were waiting outside. My respect for mother hood had grown many folds. I urge all would be fathers to join your spouse and see this amazing heart touching sight. I urge all would be mothers to ensure your spouse joins you.

This is one day of your life, you will remember for ever. A true tribute to motherhood.

Monday, April 4, 2016


The power cut at middle of night,
Brings the beauty of noise.
No sound from the air conditioner,
No screech from the fan,
The fridge is silent,
So is the television.
Its all you and your inner voice,
With karaoke from an outer world,
You can't define.