Everyday Moments –(#SOL-2020)


My mother was diagnosed lymphoma in 2017. All her life she never had any major health problems and even age-related ones. She used to say when a health problem it came in a big way! She recovered after the treatments and was fine, going regularly for her morning and evening walks, doing other exercises and reading. A few weeks ago there was a swelling in her leg and she was feeling tired. Her doctor prescribed a PET scan. The report said there was 1 cm growth in her breast. A biopsy report came that it was cancer positive. I had read that very few people recover completely from cancer, it is always there somewhere ready to come back. My  mother, sister-in-law and brother have gone to the hospital today. My mother was telling me that she is not worried about it and she has led a good life and even seen her great grand children and most important she misses my father. Doddamma’s passing away too has left a void in her life. But nothing is in our hands. She is ready to take what comes her way.

Life always surprises us.

About two weeks ago we had gone to the lake for our evening walk, there were so many people that we decided not to there in the near future. We miss it but it is better not to take risks. The virus effects different people differently. Today in the paper we read that some people got gangrene after getting covid. God only knows what the connection is. So we go to the temple park and the grounds of Canara Institute of Bank management. Very few people come there.

At the park we saw two small children wearing masks, I wonder what they will remember of these days? The children were with a lady who was supposed to look after them but was busy on the phone. I felt sad looking at them. But I believe we all get only what we have to get, nothing more, nothing less.  

This post is quite a sad one but some days are like that, aren’t they?

Yesterday afternoon I listened to a talk organized by Aravind for his MA students in Google Teams. The talk was by his friend, Dr Upamanyu Sengupta. It was about The art of nostalgia in W G Sebald’s Austerlitz. The protagonist is in search of his parents lost to he ravages of the Holocaust. The lecture was very interesting. In the recent months I have been able to listen to some good lectures.

On Saturday I was looking through my old recipe books and came across a recipe for sweetcorn-potato pie. I don’t even remember when I wrote it down, actually there are so many recipes in that book and I have not tried most of them 😊. Anyway, we tried this recipe on Sunday and we all liked it.

My daughter just called from Germany, she said there is lockdown whole of this month. But children are going to school. Things are bad here but there will be no lockdown . Our economy would not be able to bear it. What a year this has been!!

PET Scans (Positron Emission Tomography): Purpose, Procedure, …

Life reflections

The Universe Within (Slice of Life)


I have just finished reading The Gene: An Intimate History by Siddhartha Mukherjee. The book took me on a fascinating journey. The blurb of the book reads, “It is the story of the quest to decipher the master-code that makes and defines humans, that governs our form and function. The story of the gene begins in an obscure Augustinian abbey in Moravia in 1856, where a monk stumbles on the idea of a ‘unit of heredity’.” The story continues through the decades, even up to now. The author has made all those years and the works of so many scientists come alive.

We have always known the term gene and have used it casually to describe some characteristic in the family. In Mukherjee’s book we learn a lot about what makes us who we are. But this knowledge is scary too. It is as if there are so many universes within us just as there are universes out there in space. They are unknown to us, and these universes within us are in many ways unknown. It is as if they have a life of their own. A single mutation or a change and everything changes. Most of the time we cannot do anything to stop the chain of events resulting from the mutation.

Reading about cancer in the book my thoughts went back to the days when I used to visit the children’s ward of the cancer hospital. I met some very brave people, one of them a lady from the northern part of our state. She and her family were agriculturists. In the normal course of life we would never have met. But we did meet, and there was an instant rapport. She had come with her youngest daughter who had cancer. Her eldest daughter had insisted on this treatment. She wanted to do her best for her little one. Her husband wanted her to return home and let nature take its course.

That lady fascinated me. In spite of her problems, she was so enthusiastic. She had never been to school, and I would often see her with a pen and paper, learning to write her name. She told me how to make ‘jowar roti’, though my first attempt was a flop. But, she encouraged me and said that everything comes with practice.  Once the little girl was given colouring books and crayons, but she was reluctant to accept them. She did not want charity. When it was explained to her that they were given by a young man, who wanted to help children in some way, she was happy to accept them. It was so inspiring to see that self-respect. They had so less in material terms, but were so rich in right values. That little girl was lucky to have such a mother and the mother was lucky too. One day when I went to the hospital I learnt they had left. I don’t know what has happened to them, but they will always be a part of my life

Manipal lake (1)

The Universe Within (Slice of Life)