Mysore, the foodie paradise

It’s been more than 2 yrs since I've left Mysore but I still feel like going back again and again.Apart from the beautiful city it is, it’s also home to quite a few unique food experiences which is possibly not available anywhere else in this world.I miss it a lot when I'm in Kolkata where I'm deprived of such gastronomic pleasures.Here’s a list of such uniqueness of food in Mysore.Feel free to add to this list if you feel so.

1. Masala and set dosas from Mylari.
2. Chicken Biryani from RRR and mysore sport’s club
3. Vegetarian meals again from RRR
4. Kachoris from Danavantari road.
5. Meals at Tegu mess in K D road
6. Alu and Gobi parathas from Bhattacharjee’s
7. Ghee rice from Vaibhav
8. Chicken stronganoff in red wine sauce in Planet X
9. Midnight Chai in R M C circle
10. Vanilla ice cream and chocobar in front of Joy Ice cream factory…yeah you might say Joy icecreams are available in other places too but vanilla ice cream never tasted that good any where else.
11. Fruit Juices and Egg-ma-puffs at Ami’s Bakery in Bannimantap
12. Cheese bionic burgers from Downtown, K.D. Road
13. Gobi manchurian from Gokul chats,Gokulam
14. Sizzlers at Jewel Rock
15. Chinese food at Shanghai Chinese Restaurant

its not an exhaustive list.just whatever came right on top of my head…I'm sure there are many more incredible things i failed to mention about food in Mysore

Patriotism,poverty and independence

The day before yesterday I was watching a movie called Peepli [live].It’s a dark comedy/satire on the farmer suicides,media circus and politicians in a backdrop of rural India.I couldn’t help think to myself that now we consider the poverty in our  country as a selling point to the west.We showcase to the west how poor our country is and how we need their money.Today we celebrate 63 yrs of independence and ironically we have more people living below the poverty line than 63yrs ago.Yes there has been an almost 4 fold increase in population from the 300 million then which would account for that increased no.But my point is what does independence mean to those 300-400 million who are below poverty line and have a  pathetic life to look forward to everyday.I doubt they even know that  we have gained independence because that knowledge does not feed them or their children.Why would these people even be patriotic towards a state which has shown just pure indifference for so many years.

At the other end of the spectrum we have the political class, bureaucrats, government officials and huge businessmen.These are people with unlimited incomes at their disposal and yet chose not invest it for their country at some level.The Commonwealth games fiasco does not come as a surprise to anybody.That for me is the worrying factor.The fact that we take corruption so granted that we are hardly overwhelmed  even when such a magnitude of money is being swindled from the the taxpayer’s (read our) pocket goes to show how deep rooted corruption is in our country.The costliest Commonwealth games ever which was initially pegged at Rs.655 crores in 2003 which considering inflation and further works should have cost a little more than Rs.2,500 crores on the upside has ended up at more than Rs.11,000 crores and yet we get to host the worst Commonwealth games ever.Come October and we will all hang our heads in shame not only at our dismal medal tally but also for the substandard training and event facilities.Really when you consider that Rs.11k crores have been wasted out of which 60-70pc have gone into the pockets of private parties ,with nearly 300 million Indians living below poverty line and probably more than 600million who are really poor could we afford such an extravagance and in hindsight where has it got us today other than being the laughing stock for the whole world.Couldn't we have used that much money for improving our country instead of showcasing us as a corrupt poverty stricken country that this commonwealth games is going to do.It is strange that we don't have the excitement that South Africa had during the football world cup or what China had during the Beijing Olympics.We really do not feel any sense of association with the Commonwealth games being hosted in our country.And the people responsible are our political and bureaucratic class.I sometimes wonder how they sleep at night without all these things affecting their mindsets.

Our sports culture is so awful that we have the lowest Olympic medal to population ratio.When a country like Uruguay with a total population of 3.4 million people can produce a football team which can reach the semi-final of the world cup while we don’t even have a half decent team which can even be among the top 100 there should be something worrisome.Our Hockey team did not even qualify for the 2008 Olympics and are in doubt for qualifying for the 2012 event and Hockey is supposed to be our national sport.Cricket is the only place where we have some respectability but who knows about cricket other than the commonwealth nations? who is responsible? the Athletes? these people who have staked their entire careers on an unsympathetic country who don’t even value their sporting heroes or the didactic sport officials running the sport because they have interest in it though no qualifications for it and intend to make profits from these?

We spend 10-12% of our annual budget for defence purposes to buy arms and bombs which may never be used.Yet the government spends less than 1 percent of the annual budget on health care.We spend less than 5 percent of our GDP on health and 80pc comes from the private sector.This figure is the lowest in southeast Asia.Even a country like Sri Lanka spends 16pc and Malaysia 32pc.Who is to explain such huge deficits?

Why is the Maoist problem reaching a head these days?The answer lies in the unequal distribution of wealth.When a poor farmer has nothing to eat,to survive and save his family he would be extremely willing to take up arms against his own country because for a hungry farmer patriotism has little value.When we see that more people are poor than rich we should be thankful that the Maoists are not ruling us already.This is how complex the naxalite problem is.

This brings me back to the movie i mentioned earlier where the protagonist Natha is a helpless man in this system.No matter how many programmes or the incredible amount of money being spent for the the poor in the country not a single rupee reaches the poor man like Natha.when the people with the highest power in the country(read politicians and bureaucrats) chose not to do anything what else is there to say.These are the issues that needs to be addressed first before I would be proud to call myself an Indian.Till then Independence day means little to most of the country and this day serves only to let the elite among us to wax eloquent about our achievements over so many years and discover some annual fake patriotism.Yes its true we have achieved a lot but if we willed we could have achieved a lot more.

 

15th August,2010                   Raghuraj S. Hegde

The pound of flesh

The Israelis drop bombs on Palestinians and the Palestinians return the favour.Americans did the same after 9/11 and did a lot more after that.Everywhere that feeling of revenge is utmost on everybody’s minds.This poem is inspired by that very emotion in war…

Retribution

You kill my man today.

I’ll kill yours tomorrow.

In these wars of retaliation and retribution.

How long before we lose count whose turn it is?

I have killed many in my lifetime,

So i know there is more than one kind of death.

The more I kill the more dead I feel.

Yet I obtain no sense of closure.

The enemy’s death is a momentary escape.

It couldn’t make a better person out of me.

But how strange that i didn’t realise the futility of it all.

Till I pulled the trigger!!

My enemy is somebody’s son, husband or father.

How so similar to me.

It just remains a matter of reference.

As to who is on the wrong side of humanity.

I sin and sin again and every time

I do it knowing that I have and am.

I remember so much that I have done.

Yet I have learned nothing at all.

The long gone memories keep notice.

All the bloody wars that we seldom forget.

The skies that are a darker colour of blood.

Our lifetimes fall short to wash them away.

24th July,2010        

                              Raghuraj S. Hegde

Laughter cures all ills

Laughter is one of the best expressions of human spontaneity and laughing indeed makes the world more liveable.We should learn to laugh at our life,at ourselves and even laugh for no reason at all…..

   Laughter

Laughter brings those joys in you,
Also seeks the mirth in others.
The day goes a better way,
When it begins or ends in laughter.

Never let those smiles forget,
That laughter's just lurking close.
Never let your faces dry,
For laughter needs a fertile place.

Laughter lost a day before.
Laughter lost a day beyond.
For laughter has but a moment's value,
You have it now or don't at all.

11th July, 2010              Raghuraj S. Hegde

The Times of Kolkata

There are lot of things on my mind these days but I don’t find the time to get it down in words.Blame the busy schedules of my resident duties I could say but maybe not.Whatever the reasons this holiday weekend offers me a little time to reflect on the happenings of my little world and the somewhat bigger world outside mine.
   Professionally I'm going great guns in my career and I couldn’t be more happy with it.My cataract surgery count crossed 50 last week.A significant number especially since I'm yet to finish my first year of my residency and I'm already operating with a good amount of skill.I’m doing small incision suture-less cataract surgery and more importantly my cases are truly turning out to be suture-less since the last 25 cases.Adding to that fact my skill has considerably improved (even though I say so myself) since I'd taken my hesitant first steps towards ophthalmic surgery.This applies not only to cataract surgery but also to other surgeries.

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These days ophthalmology has gone beyond the bread and butter cataract surgeries.The newest and most exciting branch among them has been oculoplasty  which I’m getting more interested by the day.I’m improving my skills in eyelid surgery,lacrimal surgery,evisceration,enucleation and implant prosthesis which i feel is not getting the attention it deserves.In government set ups like the one i work in when an eye is impossible to save we often times resort to destructive surgeries to remove the eye to save the patient from a systemic infection,cancer,brain spread,to save the other eye or sometimes even to relieve the inexplicable pain that patients experience in Endophthalmitis and Panophthalmitis.But we and i also include doctors do not think of the social stigma of the patient who loses an eye.Not only does the patient see with one eye less but also faces a social stigma of being known as a one eyed man.Shouldn’t we think of cosmetically rehabilitating such a patient with an artificial eye.This is where Oculoplasty has a great role.It is a fact of course that cosmetic rehabilitation costs a great deal and there are people suffering from even worse diseases of the eyes for which more funds need to be channelled.Cosmetic rehabilitation and counselling has less cost benefit in a country like India where people are dying and suffering from TB,cholera,syphilis,oral cancer etc.It is unrealistic to demand a lions share of health funding for such a cause like cosmetic rehabilitation of a one eyed man when there are so many people who are legless and handless for whom their limbs mean a source of livelihood.People in some parts of India can’t even afford to come and get done a cataract surgery done on themselves in free eye surgery camps so its unrealistic to expect more.But we need to spare a thought for the small child who loses his/her eye at 3-4 yrs of age to a dangerous disease like Retinoblastoma or Rhabdomyosarcoma.If we do not put a good implant during removal of the eye then the child will live the rest of his life as a handicapped person.This is also one of the reasons oculoplasty continues to interest me.
On a personal note, as the Kolkata’s summer temperature is reaching unbearable 40s the food is turning out to be as intolerable as the summer heat.The winter vegetables have given way to potatoes and more potatoes.Everyday I'm getting sicker eating potatoes and won’t be worse without it.I know potatoes are cheap here but that doesn't mean that every dish should contain it.Even grass is cheap but do we eat it? But Bengalis love their potatoes and will not stop at my insistence.
It’s been nearly 6 months since I've gone home to Bangalore and i’m getting homesick.But more than homesickness there is a sense of loneliness during my residency days like I have never experienced before during my student life.I lived in Mysore for 6 years during my undergraduate days but never for one day I felt lonely in the hustle bustle of hostel life.There was always something to do,someone to talk to and hang out with.But now since I've started my residency everyday after work is spent in relaxing so that we can work properly the next day.It’s not to say that I’m over-worked but the fun element in our lives as Residents has reduced.This feeling is not restricted to myself but also my close friends have admitted to feeling thus.In our post-graduate life we have less time for ourselves,more responsibility and more worries.This in turn results in lesser effort from us to extend our friendships like we used to in our undergraduate days.The fun we used to have in hostel and the activities I used to indulge in during my hostel days have come to a standstill since the last two years.It doesn’t help that I do not have any relations in or near Kolkata and none of my close friends are nearby too.It is at this point that I value the friendships that i had in my college life.Friends who would readily stand up for you at any given situation, friends who shared common interests,tastes and recreational activities with you,friends with whom you could trust to share your most deepest fears and troubles with and I also miss all the extreme pranks and leg-pulling we used to indulge in during our hostel life.I end up the most lonely during weekends in stark contrast to my UG days when weekends meant parties,excursions and fun.There is this sense of void that I'm unable to fill.Probably I'm overreacting and actually its not that bad.It’s really a transition phase from our college life to the real world.We need to move on in our lives.In fact there is a lot of positive things in our lives now than it used to be.We are doing our post-graduate degree,earning our own bread,having economic independence and we have an exciting career ahead of us now that we have refined our calling.So it’s imperative that we should lose the nostalgia or rather a hangover of our college lives.This in effect is an education of a different kind.It will test friendships as to whether it can stand the long distance bonds.I have reason to believe that it will as i think I've been luckier than most people to have been blessed with really great friends.This transition period will also test the family as to whether they will support their boy who has become a man.Last but not the least it will test myself whether I'm ready to be the Man from the fun loving boy I used to be.
  Well there there!!! My heavy lines never desert me.I'm probably more dramatic than I care to admit myself to be.On the face of it I'm not really as unhappy as I sound in the above lines.I do enjoy the small pleasures of life but yes the small pleasures are getting smaller by the day.But again being the eternal optimist that i have become on the proper balance of things I would still say I’m more happy than sad.So maybe its just homesickness and a trip home will cure all ills.until my next blog.Aloha!

Superior education Vs Belittling Quotas

It’s all over the news these days….The women’s quota bill.There’s so much ruckus and so much infighting among parties.But i fail to see the whole point of it.The whole country is suffering from a 20% food inflation rate, 300 million people are below the poverty line and only about 60% of the population is barely literate out which only  a minority is truly educated.These are the figures the parliament should work on improving rather than the present 33% or OBC,SC/ST,Muslim quotas and the innumerable other quotas.In today’s newspaper editorial it said “Quotas perpetuate inequalities rather than alleviate it".” I couldn’t agree more.its sad that all politicians do is play vote bank politics to the hilt.Every politician and i haven't seen an exception, believes that he needs to lobby for a quota for the community that he or she represents so that come next election he or she can boast about it in the manifesto.But why don’t these politicians ever work towards a situation where the community they represent don’t require a regressive quota to make them come up the social ladder. Wouldn’t that be an excellent thing to boast about in the next election.
         The quota mentality aside,they say this bill will empower women.But again their argument falls flat.First you have to face the fact that India still is a patriarchal society so no matter which women are elected,the men behind the women are going to call the shots. Secondly to win an election in this country you more often than not need a political lineage.So the women getting elected will be daughters, daughters-in-law,nieces,etc of present politicians.so how will the political will change towards women.
It is no secret that women in our country are treated shabbily especially in rural areas.Everyday some story somewhere reeks of women mistreatment.Whether it is female infanticide,child trafficking,child marriage,prostitution,domestic violence,dowry harassment,rapes,sexual harassment or plain unequal treatment.Women need to do any given work twice as good as a man to get half the credit.But as women keep proving this isn't too tough.Even today men have trouble taking orders from a woman who is is higher up the ladder than them.Women are the beautiful half of humanity and yet we accord them so little respect.
But times are changing but painfully slowly.Education is partly doing the trick.And by education i don't mean knowing to read and write with understanding which is what essentially what literacy means and to the majority of the country this is what education means.To read or write is not enough.Education means understanding what is beautiful in life.To see that no matter which colour,race,caste,gender,religion you belong to you are not superior or inferior to anybody else.To give you the vision to create dreams and the courage to see them come true.That is essentially what education really means.But sadly if you see the state of government primary and secondary schools even  in big cities like Bangalore,Kolkata,Mumbai,etc you get the idea how far behind we are in educating the people.Children there are not even sure they’ll come back to school after summer vacation.The teachers there either don’t take classes or are woefully unqualified for the job.I have myself seen first hand what goes on in these primary schools in villages when i was working as an intern in the school health program and i was really saddened by the pathetic conditions.I was left wondering in one school that none of the 800 children studying there would end up as a doctor,engineer,writer or any higher social standing.They will all end up as uneducated,sometimes illiterate day labourers,rickshaw-pullers,cobblers,construction workers,chaiwallahs etc living hand to mouth.And the girls among them will not even be so fortunate.Heaven knows if they will even reach adolescence before being subjected to child marriages,dowry deaths,trafficking,prostitution,domestic violence and also left with no chance of independent living.This is how pathetic the condition of the country is and these are the very people for whom quotas were meant to improve the lives of. We have had quotas for nearly 60 years now and today we have even more people demanding quotas than 60 years ago.Ironic since if the quota policy was working why do we see so much inequality today.These quotas were supposed to improve the living conditions of those people I've mentioned above which clearly they have not.So if this isn’t proof that quotas aren’t working then what is? All this has done is the creamy layers(and their successive generations) in the disadvantaged groups are getting an unfair advantage over other hardworking people of the country.This creamy layer is unfairly using an advantage not meant for them when the people for whom these quotas are meant for never complete school.
Education has changed the way i look at things.I have learnt to do things only when i love to do it.i have actually loved learning chemistry,mathematics,physics and literature.I didn’t study those subjects since i had to study them to get a good job or any other reason that is usually given.I wish every kid in the country would be so fortunate to experience what i have done and also feel what it is to be taught by great teachers.Today i have the gift of independent thought and opinion which i suspect majority of Indians don't have.This is primarily why mindless following of senseless political party policies enjoy such huge successes.Since majority of the population do not have any opinions regarding national issues,these self appointed “guardians of Indian polity “ read-Indian politicians deem it their right to propagate their illogical political propaganda and quota politics.These people are not interested in educating the masses.In fact they would prefer not to educate them at all since independent opinion breeds weakening of their support bases-vote banks(uneducated faceless Indians).Hence education is the panacea to most ills that plague our country.
Empower our children(female included) with education and independence.Teach them the right way to live.Teach them to dream and give them them the courage to go in new directions.Open up new avenues of thinking.Change mindsets with education not quotas.Change lives with affirmative action and not regressive politics.Change the world with superior thought and not primitive violence.I wish such common sense prevailed among politicians.But until that happens i hope everyone of us can make a difference in our country in our own small way whenever we can and in whatever form we can impart.
                                                      Raghuraj S. Hegde

The credibility of happiness

 

So here it is.My first creative work in nearly 9 months.Overcoming my longest writer's block I have put forth my effort.Happiness is by far one of the best of human qualities.But this happiness come at a terrible cost.We just have see how badly we have destroyed the rest of the world and along with it the rest of the animal kingdom so that our species can flourish.We have to realise that on the true scale of things humans are essentially cruel and horrible creatures but human thought is a saving grace.If not for it nothing would reduce the barriers between the happiness we enjoy and the injustice we met out.Here in lies my subject for my latest poem.Also with this poem i celebrate 10 years as a poet.It was on 1st January,2000 that I wrote my first poem.This is my 63rd poem.It’s been a long time and a lot of things have changed including the themes of my poems.I think my work over the years reflects all the changes that has happened to me.I would like to think I’ve grown wiser and with it a bit less angry with the rest of the world but above all this the last 10 years has taught me humility and ignited a passion for my dreams which I consider the biggest gains.

 

The Happiness Fallacy

How happy are we?
The sinful prayered souls.
The sight of the flagrant bird,
The green of the purple trees,
Warms a heart so cruelly ours.
Oh so gruesome you Human are,
So you need a God to leash you in.
And haven't you wondered yet,
Why the speechless need no God.
Love and thought thy only solace.
Albeit the little you choose to do.
Despite all goodness and all beauty,
You still need the world to forgive you.
How blessed the blissful are.
The world a little strange,
The mind a little wary,
And an imagination that saves the day.

                                          Raghuraj S. Hegde
18th January,2010     

Love at its rough edge

Love is an all encompassing subject.While nearly everything under the sky and above it has been described associated with love and that i do not claim to have anything dramatically new and novel the fact remains that love is one human achievement that we should be proud of.French literary legend Guy Du Maupassant said “Humans would have been just as primitive as the other animals in this world if they had not discovered love." Love offsets a lot of gruesome things we humans do.It is love which makes us essentially human after all.I have often been intrigued by this subject and that thought process has resulted in a few creative products in the form of poems.These poems which i am sharing though may seem a result of personal experience they are not necessarily so since I have taken considerable poetic liberty and of course the observations of my dear friends’ relationships to base these.These poems were written quite a long time ago as the dates will reveal but this subject continues to intrigue even now…

Lovestruck

The lips seem to quiver,
The heart pounds away,
Then you knew,you were in love.
For that's the lover's way.

Your eyes will focus on one,
And the rest will become hazy.
Rules in love don't apply,you gather,
Because your world is going crazy.

The heart wants to talk,but the lips don't move.
The mind yearns to touch, but the hands decline.
And time shall move,but you don't flinch.
And eyes did meet,but you forgot the line.

Silence speaks words sometimes,
Which we are ill-endowed to hear.
For love requires not language,
But only a lover's ear.

You begin to sing and you learn to dance,
You listen to music in a delightful trance.
You discover the different ways to laugh and smile,
To please your love,you will go an extra mile.

You remember the first touch on your hand.
You remember that first kiss.
You remember the first glance towards you.
And the first time the other did you miss.

Love is a strange being indeed,
Under its shadow,you feel your life depend.
Only one shall capture your dreams,
In whose arms, you wish your life to end.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

22nd July,2004

They kissed that night

They sat.......shivering,
The dusk set in, just as the sun.
And along with the night,came the cold,
The punishing winds with a hint of rain.
So they came closer,but both willed to.
A touch became a hug and a hug something more.
His heart was beating louder,
Her's was too.....
Their future was uncertain,
And their past unknown.
But in the present,they saw life's beauty:
There is too much suffering in this world,
And our hearts too brittle to bear.
But despite all things.....
There is still romance left in this world.
Beauty defies the ignorant eye,
Music eludes the occupied mind,
But search for true beauty in this world,
And unconditional love you shall find.
These thoughts stirred them both,
In turmoil their minds pressed,
Which turned up with feelings.....
They did not intend nor will.
And then it happened,
As they became one,
No one mattered,Not even God!
Life meant more,more than mortals can know.
How blessed humans are,
For they have love that shelters all.
How beautiful that sight was,
As they kissed that night.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

4th June, 2006

Passion is a rare thing!

Today Dr. Richard Litwin, a cornea specialist from California who is a pioneer in introducing lens implant based cataract surgery in India and Nepal came to our institution to talk about cataract surgery in developing countries especially in a historical perspective.One of the things he said was "Cataract surgery is hypnotising, so much so that the more you perform surgeries the more you feel like doing more.It comes to a point when you start wondering what will happen to you if you stop operating and will your life be the same without cataract surgery" This man is nearly 75 yrs old but the passion with which he spoke about cataract surgery was amazing.Even at this age when he spoke about cataract surgery and its various economical and technological hurdles there's was a spark in his eye and a delight in his voice.I love seeing people who are passionate about their work.I confess to a bit of nostalgia today.I saw the same kind of enthusiasm in my school chemistry teacher the late Dr. David Chatterjee Ph.D .He spoke with so much energy when he gave his chemistry lectures that I learnt an important lesson in life: If you do something passionately it is bound to touch someone and in time everyone. I loved chemistry because of Dr. Chatterjee for he showed me how beautiful the world of chemistry looked to him.It is no less a tribute to him that he invariably pops up in conversation whenever i meet my classmates during school reunions.That's how much influence he had on our psyche.I've always craved for that kind of influence and i realise that people like Dr. Chatterjee and Dr. Litwick hold their power of their passion for their work to mould our collective mindsets.I wish that in time I shall have a similar influence on people's thoughts.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

The riots of division

The Ayodhya ciders burn......

When the babri masjid demolition happened I was an eight year old kid and all that it meant to me was 2 weeks vacation from school.But now 17yrs later the ashes have been blown up with the Liberhan report.I can now truly understand the graveness of that incident.It serves little purpose now of course other than the fact that it conclusively establishes history and connects them to the appropriate culprits.But what hurts me a lot is that the people responsible for it don't have one ounce of remorse.This fact is seen quite clearly by Kalyan Singh's statement after the report that he does not repent that the Babri masjid was demolished which fueled riots all over India.He even went on to say Dec 6,1992 was a day of national pride.Well I would say Mr. Kalyan Singh that you are wrong! Dec 6th, 1992 was one of the most shameful days in Indian History post independence.

Religion is the opium of the masses said Karl Marx.I guess that's what it is because religion makes people do things without reasoning sometimes like madmen high on opium.The people cease to be human and i wonder where these people lose their humanity.The ayodya riots,the mumbai riots,the post-godhra riots and innumerable lesser known riots which though smaller in scale are just as shameful have always proved the narrow mindedness of religious fundamentalism.What saddens me is all this hostility serves no other purpose than to divide people.How does it matter whether there is a ram temple in the place where he was born or not ?(of course who can conclusively prove that ram was actually born in that very place?)and at the end of such a horrible bloodbath these very people who propagated such unbridled hatred should ask themselves whether it was even worth it.Ironically those very hypocrites who were at the forefront of such communalism are projected as heroes.LK Advani was the prime ministerial candidate in the last election.Narendra Modi won by the biggest victory margin in history immediately after the post-godhra riots.hence we need to realise that somewhere in these riots there is a strong stench of public support to such gruesome acts.These politicians play the communal card since they are targeting those very people who vote.Why did Bal Thakarey and now Raj Thakarey gain supporters?It is this narrow mindedness that's preventing us from progressing.In our country before you are called INDIAN you will be known by your state,religion,caste,whether you are SC/ST/OBC/GEN merit,your wealth and many just categories.It is in this division that politicians find refuge and create differences to suit their political ambitions.

They say Mr. Atal Bihari Vajpayee was innocent in the ayodya and godhra episodes.But no he can't be.You cannot call yourself the leader unless you are responsible for all the mistakes of the people whom you lead.If he chose to continue in the same party despite all this without even punishing those guilty then he is just as reproachable as any of them.He failed as a leader(during ayodya) and he failed as a prime minister(during Godhra) so he has to be responsible.we can see how things are when movies like parzania and firaaq are banned in Gujarat and the central govt has nothing to say about it.These movies show the fear that dominated those dark days when i wished i should not have had a religion.

I'm not saying that other countries don't have such problems.Even the USA have problems like race,religion and terrorism just like us.Africa also has civil war raging through most part of it but why cant we be different from these people.In other words we need to find out why we should be proud to be called Indians when we too are behaving like uncivilised beasts.

I have never been religious since the time i can remember.I realised very early in life that the biggest service you can do is to find happiness yourself and then share that happiness everywhere else.We should do good not because some GOD will punish us if we don't but we should do it so that we find joy in being ourselves.You are not in this world to burn some temple,mosque or church.you are not in this world to damage theatres,offices or monuments in the name of upholding some irrelevant falsehood called indian values.If we should show the world that Indians have values i feel we should start with tolerance.I tend to believe there should be a Higher Power or probably even a GOD but the more I see people getting killed in the name of faith the more I feel religion is the wrong choice we made.

 

This link might shed light over the grey areas of the Ayodya battlefields:

http://blogs.wsj.com/indiarealtime/2012/12/10/ayodhya-the-battle-for-indias-soul-the-complete-story/

Raghuraj S Hegde

My cataract stories

My first cataract and some.....

I got to do my first cataract surgery on 09/09/09.The date sound's like a Hollywood movie but just a fortunate coincidence.It's been nearly 2 months and my cataract surgery count stands at 12.along with that count you can add 5 eviserations,8 corneal rupture repairs,half a corneal transplant operation(penetrating keratoplasty),a dacryocystectemy and nearly 30 pterygium excisions to my credit in my surgical career.Not bad for a guy in his first 5 months resident ship.In short I'm getting everything i wanted during my resident ship as far as Ophthalmology is concerned.

Coming back to cataract surgery.for a guy observing a cataract surgery in skilled hands it seems the easiest thing in the world.even i was among those unfortunate fools until on my hands was placed a scalpel to embark on my journey to the clear up the world's vision.I had until then assisted in more than 150 surgeries done by my professors and seniors.it dint seem that difficult from an observer's point of view but i realised how difficult it was once i was in the hot seat so as to say.There's so much skill involved because your field of work is so small that any small mistake can mess up the whole surgery.My professor says "there is no middle ground in cataract surgery,you either have a very good surgery or an extremely bad

one.The margin for error is so small."The eyeball weighs a mere 7gms. with a volume of 6.5ml and a circumference of 75mm.So any surgery involving such a small area requires the dexterity of professional cellist.I have had in this short time the privilege of working under some of the best cataract surgeons who are so good at what they do.I love working with such people who are driven by their work and are passionate about whatever they do.I feel my skill is increasing everyday with every surgery and i feel I'm on the right track towards the thousands of surgeries I'll be doing in the future.I'm doing my fair share of mistakes and hopefully learning from them.I have realised the professional satisfaction a surgeon gets out of his work.I'm getting all this now and more.I know now more than anything that I took the right decision when i chose Ophthalmology as my career choice.

I see how touchy people are about sight and rightfully so since it's our window to the world.A man may limp for a while,live with pain for a few days or even cough up a storm before he sees a doctor but once even a little of his vision gets affected he's so anxious to see an Ophthalmologist that he's get there as promptly as he can.that's how granted people take their vision.Imagine living without seeing and you'll realise what I'm talking about.And now in these professional times the patients are very difficult to satisfy.The area of retinal surgery suffers from this unfortunate tendency.Though cataract and corneal surgery offers much more in terms of patient and doctor satisfaction still patients have become more demanding as technology and surgical skill is improving by the day and even as I speak.Now people aged in their 60s and 70s expect to see and read clearly without having to use their glasses after their cataract surgeries and I'm happy to see that surgeons are rising to the occasion to provide exactly that.Of course everything comes at a price but then cost and professionalism go hand in hand.Occuloplasty is another new field where professional and patient satisfaction is quite good.I'm getting more interested in Occuloplasty with every passing day.

I'm saddened to see the state of corneal transplantation in India.The hospital I work is one of the foremost institutes for corneal transplantation in eastern India and yet I see so many people waiting for months and years on end for an elusive cornea.The unfortunate fact is there's such a serious shortage of donor corneas that something needs to be done to find an alternative to cadaver cornea donation.Maybe a synthetic physiological cornea or cornea production via stem cells should be a thing of reality soon.The reason behind such dismal rate of corneal donation are many but prime among them is superstition that if the eyes are removed on death the person will be born blind in the next birth and due to emotional reasons of family members.They are much better off burning the dead bodies along with their precious corneas rather than have them donated to someone in desperate need.And people will be surprised to know that its not necessarily the uneducated village folk that make up the above large group of people but some of the highly educated families including some doctors that are included in them.

As to my life in Kolkata until now I must admit that I have adjusted quite well to a completely new city.Though food continues to be a problem I have tried to offset it with some good sweets and a safe choice of items I have for breakfast,lunch and dinner.It helps of course that I'm a non-vegetarian for it would be hell for a vegetarian to live in Kolkata especially if he doesn't have family with him..The durga puja during the end of September was something I'll always cherish.I had never previously seen something quite like it.nearly everybody living in Kolkata and all around it and far off from Kolkata

was on the streets celebrating and the whole of Kolkata was looking like one huge art museum.The pandals in various places were a sight to watch and a few of them I couldn't even believe that they are temporary structures.You have to give it to the Bengalis that they have such an enormous amount of talent on display and its no secret that they have a flair for art and are absolute connoisseurs of it.I have resolved that I'll never miss another durga puja as long as I'm in Kolkata.I took some splendid photographs of the the whole event but even those photos didn't do justice to the grandeur of the event.Everybody during that festive season was in a festive mood and even i had a ball of a time during those days.

I guess I'm having the best period of my life right now.I couldn't have asked for more than this even about a year ago when i was studying and was quite desperate to get a postgraduate seat.I'm glad that everything worked out so well that I couldn't have planned it out so well if I had the chance to do so.I'm happy most of the time more so since I'm earning a decent monthly stipend so I can be financially independent.It's a good feeling really to spend your own money and I have realised that you tend to be more careful about spending your own money.My first acquisition with my own money was a digital camera which i had been dreaming to buy since the last 3 yrs.I bought the Sony cybershot DSC-H20.It cost me a whopping 17 grand but well worth it when I see the photographs.

so until i have something new to tell the world.ciao.

Raghuraj Hegde

A rather long story

My first update of my post-graduate life....

                                                                I landed in Kolkata on 16th of June,2009 to start my course in MS Ophthalmology in Regional Institute of Ophthamology(RIO),Kolkata.I landed a few days earlier than the scheduled start of the academic session to acclimatise myself to kolkata and also to find myself a rented apartment before my course starts.The first few days were terrible with temperatures touching 43 deg C.i seriously felt like running back at that time me being used to the more comfortable temperatures of Bangalore and Mysore.But the weather cooled down a bit due to the rains but the humidity remains the same since that time.Here are a few of the things i thought fit to talk about.I'm sorry if i have indulged into too much details but for the better or for the worse here it is.

                           I started house hunting and due to the excellent contacts of few of my relatives I found a nice little apartment of 2 bedrooms,attached bathroom and toilet and with a kitchen.Also luckily for me I got two of my colleagues from the medical college as my house-mates.It was also within our budget.The apartment is in Kalighat very near to the famous Kali temple of Kolkata.Its one of the more cleaner and better places of Kolkata.All necessary amenities are available in the neighbourhood although a wee bit expensive when it comes to food and shopping.It is only 15min travel time from my doorstep to the RIO thanks largely to the excellent Metro rail service here in Kolkata.The furnishings of this small little house has already cost me a bomb and my dad poorer by several thousands.Fortunately I hope this is the last of the numerous expenditures and I'll in all probability start getting my stipend from next month onwards making both me and my dad a little more comfortable.Still there are some loose ends to settle which should iron out in the next couple of months..

                     As regards to my Institute,it is one of the most premier institutes in India in the field of Ophthalmology.It is easily among the top 5 institutes for Ophthalmology in India.It has got the latest equipments including good operating microscopes,YAG lasers,DFA retinal cameras,automated perimetry,automated refaction,Ultrasound machines with biometery,inumerable slit lamps and also the OCT which is a new technology in the field of Ophthalmology.Most instruments(bout 80%) are from the company Carl Zeiss(they are the best).Clinically speaking amazing case load of 300-400 patients a day.I'm posted in the anterior segment,glaucoma and occuloplasty unit.Also fortunately it is also the head of the department's unit.So a typical week consists of one glaucoma/occuloplasty clinic day,2 OPD days,2 major OT days and one minor OT day.daily work timings are 8am to 6pm.I have one 30hr duty per week.But the best part is i'm free on 3 sundays out of 4 in a month.on that one sunday i have to do a 12hr shift at night along with the next day's work.Surgerywise too its excellent.on the two OT days we do 30-80 cataracts per day and that adds up to about 80-120 catatacts per week in my unit alone.also other surgeries like DCR,DCT,tarsoraphy,enucleation,evisceration,socket reconstruction and many smaller procedures are done regularly in the minor OT days.Though for the next one and a half yrs or so i wont be exposed so much into retina and squint surgeries i'm sure the next one and a half yrs are enough to make up for it.

                        As regards to working conditions it's been very pleasing to work in the RIO this last one month.all the senior pgs and the senior staff have been extremely supportive.Infact i get the feeling that i'm their collegue rather than their inferior in rank.they keep cracking jokes all the time having me in splits often so really having fun here.work is hectic considering the speciality is Ophthalmology which is relatively less busy than other surgical branches but seeing how some of my friends are working in surgical departments elsewhere in the country i should consider myself lucky.I atleast get enough time to grab a good night's sleep on most days unless i'm on emergency duty.I also get most of the sundays off which is a huge plus.the biggest thing suffering is my studies because i come back tired and i'm in no mood to study.though seniors says even they faced this problem during 1st yr and that the studies will improve in 2nd yr.but i dont want to wait until next yr to start studying and want to buck up on that front.also i'm facing a major problem regarding the language Bengali.It's absolutely essential to be conversant in Bengali since most patients dont know hindi and even case discussions in the wards and OPDs happen in Bengali.I cant understand how obstinate ppl are  here against learning the national language and also i wonder how they invented a Bengali term for Tarsoraphy:-).

                       The people here are impressive especially since they seem to be extremely clever and talented.what with half of bollywood and the likes of Amartya Sen,B C Roy,Sushmita Sen,Satyajit Ray,Rabindranath Tagore,Kishore Kumar,Leander Paes,Mahasweta Devi to name a few who hail from West Bengal.they are extremely talkative and use 10 words when they could use only two.they are also extremely stingy and dont spend enough to live keeping with their earning status with even the middle class resorting to dirty food on the steets.Oh and the food.too much potatoes,no vegetables,too much meat and too much sugar sums up the typically varietyless cuisine.they only have bread omlettle and poori-aloo to show as breakfast items.i'm having trouble with the food but a small sacrifice for all the good things i'm getting in return.but yes the sweet department is top notch.the rosagullas,sandesh,theer kadams are mouthwateringly delicious.The city is fine.it isnt as expensive as Bangalore,Chennai,Delhi and Mumbai.food prices are very reasonable.not much night life atleast my schedule doesnt permit me to explore anything as of now.the left govt which has run Bengal since 43yrs arent doing that well.a lot of strikes which start for really silly reasons and which i think is pretty shameful.the city especially central kolkata is filthy as hell.cant imagine these people live in such filth.the lower middle class and the illiterate make up 70% of the city which of course is responsible for the dirty neighbourhoods especially due to the street side food which is quite popular.

                       So here it is my rather detailed report of my first month in Kolkata.until i update again.ciao.

Raghuraj Hegde

Why Ophthalmology?

                       Yes! It's the study and treatment of disorders and diseases of the eye.People keep asking me why I took up such a speciality.In the medical fraternity Ophthalmology is not such a 'from the heart' specialitity for many doctors.Of course its not cardiology,nephrology or neurology and I dont pretend it to be but I do not like it when people question my motives for choosing it.They keep saying there's lot of money in it hence it is a good choice.Maybe there is but it can't be my reason for choosing it.Money has ceased to be my driving point in life 7 years back when I took up the medical profession.For the good or for the the bad.

                       Eversince I was a little kid I wanted to be part of something different.It is not something stange for a 10 year old but for me it has been my lifetime passion.Over the years that passion has manifested into me being  a part of a miracle.I have wrangled over it a lot of times and to me there are just a few things that qualify to that category.The magic of the story of birth or the the magic of sight or the magic of a new life! I had decided long back that I wanted to be a part of either of the three.It's the closest to being different for me.I had visualised myself as being a Obstretician, a Pediatrician, an Orthopaedician,a Cosmetogolist or an Ophthalmologist at different times of my under graduation.For me the charm of being a doctor was all this.This is the reason why I took up the medical profession as my life's calling when I had to choose.Not for me the the glamour of surgery or medicine as nearly every doctor I know has it.It was never Cardiology,Neurosurgery,Nephrology or what ever else that might be.I'm sure there's a lot of self satisfaction in any of the above mentioned specialities but it has never appealed to me because i believe i'm different and deserve to be so.

                       My internship after my undergrad has been a baptism by fire at the risk of sounding cliched.I found out so many things that i could be and couldn't be.I had narrowed down to Pediatrics or Ophthalmology as something that I should be pursuing as my first choice.As luck would have it I was in a position to choose and i'm glad I was able to make a great decision.I have finally chosen Ophthalmology as my path further.

                     That apart i've seen my dad who's a physician slog out the hours where he worked for 365 days a year and he could never make it to most of the weddings,get togethers,picnics or my school functions or any sort of break from work.Even then my dad was lucky that he could at least come home in time for lunch and dinner.I've seen doctors who literally live in hospitals and OT's.Over a period of time all that stress will get to you.I wanted to be a doctor and I did but I didn't sign up to give up my normal life.I am not ready to sacrifice all my life to medicine.Of course for people like that there are other avenues like non-clinical branches of specialisation and academics which are getting much more lucrative these days and all that at no stress on your hours.But the reason i took up the medical profession was not because of the money or even the illusion of an easy life.I took it because I wanted to treat patients.After a lot thought I felt Ophthalmology offered me the best of both worlds.Ophthalmology is a very interesting subject and new things are always popping up.The added plus is I have an ardent interest in technology which is indispensible in modern day Ophthalmology.Maybe I wont be saving a lot of lives but at least I'll have the satisfaction of restoring the sight of many people and a life with new vision is a new life after all.I'll gladly settle for it if it gives me the time to pursue my other loves in life like reading,travel,my poetry,parties,family or plain free time for myself.I'm too multi-dimensional to restrict myself only to hospitals.                      

                       The miracle of sight has often been understated.It is as if we take sight for granted.We realise the importance of sight when we are at the risk of losing it.I'm excited as hell being a part of restoring that primitive confidence.There couldn't be a greater reason for me to take it up.On the other side I would also like to make healthcare a professional endeavor where you would get the best possible facility for your health needs rather than worry about quality and cost.But that's a long term goal.

                       There you have it.A reasoning to my madness if you like it.I have achieved a difference in a field prone to generalisations.Not everybody is there in this profession for the same reasons.It has to be different otherwise it would be just as dull as the the stock market(duh!).....:-) 

18th June,2009                                                                                                       Raghuraj S. Hegde

Did someone talk about equality?

I have often felt discriminated in my own country.All the more when i was preparing for competitive exams.The quotas underline the fact that not every Indian is treated equally.You can be absolutely hopeless and still gain big things in life if only you belong to the sc/st/obc.My All India rank is 1358.Just imagine how I would feel when my classmate with rank 13,000 gets a better seat because he's an ST(and he's not poor).The General Merit is the most disadvantaged class in India because the system tries very hard to suppress this class.India will never become a superpower as long as the they disadvantage the most talented people in India(read general merit).This is a curse Dr. Ambetkar bought on India.If Dr. Ambetkar was alive today he would have been saddened by such vote bank politics that govern today's quotas and would have regreted this move.Even he couldnt have tolerated this inequality the other way round.Its difficult to be a patriot if my country treats people of merit this way.This poem is dedicated to this cause.

                  Divided Identity

I am an Indian they say.

There in lies a terrible lie.

Before I'm an Indian, my thousand identities surface.

Those identities cast my indianness aside.

Hindu? Muslim? Christian? Sikh?

Caste. Sub caste. Minor- sub caste.

Minority. Subordinated. Backward?

Minster's kin. Father's purse. Royal Blood.

The Indian that I want to be known as

Is lost among these many divisions I'm defined by.

My own country refuses to see me as an equal to another.

My IDENTITY decides the privilege I inherit.

The Indian that I should have been

Is the toy of the many vote banks and political upheavals.

They dangle a carrot every so often at this Indian.

And some donkey nearly always bites it.

Quota. Reservation. Promotions out of turn.

Merit trampled. Dreams squashed. Incompetent rewarded.

But again we are told this facile lie.

Its somehow supposed to restore equality.

When your system divides the society thus.

When your country treats it's countrymen with different measures.

Oh what irony you hypocrites!

You now want a white man to treat you as equals?

My anger is divided

And my many fears divided too.

As many as the names of my identities.

I cannot suffer to love this divided India ever.

I hope to see the day this Indian will rise above such trivialities.

Emboldened by the courage of the day.

Would bring in a time when an Indian would be Indian by himself

And not stained by the colours of identity.

21st April,2009                                                  Raghuraj S. Hegde

Success beyond failures

I often write poems to raise my spirits.Its my way of dealing with my setbacks and failures.Whenever I feel low I read some of my poems to find solace.I'm a man who is able to inspire myself through my own words.Though I consider myself lucky to  have had more good times than bad I've had my own share of failures.The following three poems were written at such junctures where I needed myself to find words to inspire myself.

  

                                        Gifted

                                     

 'tis nice to be gifted,

All sound and hard,

Where hard work is,

But a distant gaurd.

The world applauds the 'Gifted Being',

Onto him the lifted praise.

Common mortals give just that,

But I choose not to join the race.

The sky may seem a distant place,

For a boy so plain as I.

But there will come a dawn indeed,

When people will say "OH! MY"

The Gifted has not hardwork seen,

Life to him a play,

But I have the reins to mine,

I will better him someday.

        

                              -Raghuraj S. Hegde

2001

                               Spirit

Mine is that inconquerable spirit,

That lives through life and death.

Ambition to suceed so great,

It lives in my every breath

There are times in your life,

When the world's against you.

Don't lose hope on it,

For there's a whole world to conquer too.

You have fallen from your crest,

For them may seem abeit,

For I have flown ahead,

I have learnt a deal.

Failure is not a hurdle last,

But setback with steps ahead.

For a winner in me i search.

I will not be of loser's kind.

The world I seek to change,

For the better i deem to say.

The greatness lies within,

My spirit reigns supreme.

                                           -Raghuraj S. Hegde

2000

                           Successful Failure

Do not stop when you achieve something,

For there is always greater things to achieve,

There is always greater heights to reach,

And to do better than you have already.

Never stop when you fail at something,

For greater resolve accompanies your next goal.

For the world expects nothing of you

And success tastes sweeter for an underdog.

People succeed,though undeserving.

People fail,despite best efforts.

But let that not deter a honest endeavour,

For success is but failure refined.

                                        Raghuraj S. Hegde

1st february,2005

Prayer to destiny

Destiny struck on 2/15!!!

       We forever live in the fear that life shall pass us by and that we may have no future to redeem ourselves but though time does not stall for a moment's notice our time does not start until we begin it.

      I surprise myself sometimes as to how a perfectly rational man like me believes in destiny. But really I have no other explanation for so many crucial incidences in my life to put it down to plain chance. The past one yr has been tough, probably the hardest in my whole life and its no exaggeration. There has been a lot of introspection, frustration and some good measure of desperation in the last one year. I would say now in hindsight that its made me a better man but it wasn’t a peach living it. 

      But where does destiny come into the picture? I’ll tell you….my all India PG entrance was an exam I wrote with almost zero pressure because I had given up all hope by that time. I felt I had not prepared well enough. While I wrote it I felt more and more confident and by the time I finished I was thinking I might have just cracked it. But my confidence before and after the exam had nose-dived  to such an extent that I refused to believe my gut feeling. I went on with that same pessimism and it cost me. I did well in my state exams but not well enough because there’s little margin for error in these ruthless exams. I was looking down the barrel when it happened!! All India PG results were out and I had in fact cracked it and  it was not bad either. This was among a lot of things I put down to destiny.

       A lot many years ago when I wrote my entrances for undergraduate degree I was gunning for an Engg. Course and I wrote the Biology paper just as a means of shading practice and  used whatever little I had studied to clear my boards in bio. I did extremely well in physics chemistry and mathematics. But as my destiny would have it my peers were to perform so badly in physics  that my medical rank shot up to enviable levels. Yes I did get a good rank in engineering and I could have come out of top drawer college. But as I said destiny struck and I had my choice served on a platter.

         Fast forward about a year and a half,. I had passed my first year. I had started playing football full time after college and trying desperately to get into the  college team. There was a lot of competition. Though  I worked hard I knew it would be hard to make the grade as there were many seniors waiting. But I played  my heart out on the day of final selection. I played like never before and was so proud of myself. But the captain walked up to me and said I failed to make it to the team and a senior has made it in my place. I was depressed that night but when I saw the team list next afternoon my name was on the list. Pure providence would be the only word that can describe it.

        Go a couple more years ahead. I was giving my clinical knowledge assessment for my finals in otorhinolaringology(E.N.T. if you are not from my world) and we got a horrible external examiner who I would describe as a sadist. He really got the kicks asking weird questions and failing candidates when his mood got stiff.  To worsen matters the internal examiner wasn’t helping matters either. And I guess I caught them at the wrong moment because starting with my number they failed six candidates in a row.I answered all their questions correctly and accurately but the examiners were hostile and prejudiced and seeing my face they had already made up their mind. They  gave me 36 on 80. A fail mark because I was still 4 marks short of the 50pc pass mark. But….but….again destiny had already struck. In my internal clinical assessment the head of the dept impressed with me being in the football team had given me a 14 on 20 while most of my class got 12 on 20. Both scores added up to 50 on 100 and I cleared by the skin of my teeth. If I had failed that exam despite me answering so well and because they didn’t like my face, that really would have broken me and maybe I wouldn’t have been the same again.

          At this point I remember a Saurav Ganguly  interview after he retired from international cricket. The interviewer asked him which was his most favourite century? He replied that it was his “first century at Lords on debut. If I hadn’t scored that day I wouldn’t be standing in front of you today”. It so parallels what happened in my life. If destiny hadn’t struck on that entrance exam I wouldn’t have taken medical. If I hadn’t made it to the football team that day I wouldn’t have passed my 3rd year. And if I hadn’t passed 3rd year I probably wouldn’t be the same guy again.

           We all tend to put life as a series of choices waiting to be made. I have no reason to suggest otherwise but its really strange that so many things in my life has just hit me at the right moments. Today the same thing has happened. I’ve cracked the most competitive exam in the world. Nearly 1.5 lakh people writing this entrance exam for just over 2000 seats with infighting over choice of speciality. What were the odds? Its not to say I put it down to luck. I’ve worked extremely hard the last one year clocking on an average 10hrs a day of study but my point is it clicked. I’m sure there are people who have studied more than me, people who were much more brilliant than me and were much better prepared than me but still did not make it. It is just that it was my destiny that I would crack it this year and others will have to wait for their holy grail.

         Even so its so easy to be dissatisfied with oneself. I could point to at least ten blatant mistakes that I made in that All India pg exam. Maybe that ten extra marks would have propelled me to the top 500 bracket but it was meant to be that I ended up on rank 1358 and I have no disputes with that. That rank has decided which course my life will take from here on in. I’ll still work hard like I have always done but with the belief that life is on my side of the park. Go get em!

Monsoon magic

I've been living in Kottayam since the last 6 months and i'll tell you it is one of the most beautiful places you can live in.There's so much greenery around it's sometimes overwhelming.And yeah its even more beautiful during the monsoons.i think every man should visit Kerala at least once in his lifetime.

Monsoons of Kottayam


Have you seen the most beautiful shade of green?
Come here to see nature's miracle:
The rain drenched leaves that display it proudly.
The sight makes the heart sombre but the mind sparkle.

Have you heard the most wonderful piece of music?
You should experience nature's symphony:
The delectable tones of the rain spattering
With the chorus of the fauna,flora and company.

How often have you smelt the sweet smell of rain on sand?
That accompanies the fragrance of flowers and unknown.
The delicious aromas of rain start a prayer within:
That life should be as simple as the rain and sun.

Have you been in love before?
For you will learn to love this heavenly place.
A world beyond a dreary life
Grants every man a poet's grace.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

12th October,2008

How to be everybody?

Parents have great dreams for their children and justifiably so.Their children are the apple of their eye.So children often want to be everything that they think their parents would like them to be and moreover to children the whole world is at their feet and anything is possible.This poem is dedicated to my parents who mean the world to me and who sometimes believed in me more than i did myself .it also potrays my futile attempts to be everything

The Perfect Son

I was born into this world alone and cold.
You then christened me your son,with love did you hold.
For the rest of your life you said in untold words,
I shall be the center of your little universe.

You taught me to dream,
And then told me to dream some more.
I did my best with earnest.
With a little help,sure did it pour.

I wanted to be the sailor on the sea
And the rockstar,every man wanted to see.
I then caught the fancy of coats black and white
And so many curious things in my sight.
I was enamoured by the fights of robbers and cops.
I played those parts along with all its props.

In between those dreamy days,
I dreamt more than you can tell me ways.
A painter,pianist,singer and dancer.
Ah yes! I always wanted to be the bus conductor.

But you smiled through my childish concern:
How would I be them all in turn?
I lived then in a fearless world.
Anything was possible if my mind could hold.

You encouraged me all that way.
You assured me I could do no wrong.
But a brutal world awaited me outside
And you couldn't hold my fears for long.

You may realise with cruel time since my birth
That I may not be the most perfect thing on earth.
But I hope and aspire to be,
Your most perfect son that I can be.

Raghuraj S. Hegde

18th August,2008

The greatest match of the world

I had the pleasure of watching the legendary match between Rojer Federer and Rafeal Nadal on 6th of july,2008.This poem is a tribute to Rojer Federer,my hero and he will always be so after his awe-inspiring display in that match.A match i'll remember and be inspired all my life.

The Battle of Rojer

Rojer Federer,the undisputed king of grass.
Rafeal Nadal,king of clay,challenges the grass.
Five times champion against a pretender?
Odds were much different than was on offer.
Together they started a match,
Even the heavens must have beheld.
For lifetimes pass without the experience of such a battle.
Two sets down,Federer's aura shattered.
Rojer faces questions only he can answer.
But learn Oh mere mortals,From this champion who calls himself 'Rojer'
He has achieved everything and nothing to prove.
Still he prides a thirst that cannot be quenched.
To remain champion beyond the peak.
To prove that a champion means never to quit.
Yes Rojer fought back to draw level.
That despite Nadal's raw ferocity.
The stage was set for the final set.
And then you could have said,
Gods must have played from either side of the court.
Rallies,forehands,backhands,dropshots and smashes went on.
Neither gave the other even a solitary inch.
A stroke of luck or otherwise for either God,
It cost Federer the match.
Nadal won the match,the title and the glory
And deservedly so.
Federer lost the match,
But Rojer won the battle against Federer
And showed the world what a champion meant.
Raghuraj S. Hegde
8th July,2008

Why become a doctor?

Why did i take up the medical profession? It's one of my life's
toughest questions.And i don't completely answer it even now.As a
child my dream was to become a doctor.Well you might say it's the
dream of every other child in India.Children catch fancy to the white
coat and stethescope without realising the toll it takes.So did i which
was very natural since my immediate family is filled with doctors
with my dad being a physician himself.For me as for everybody else
my dad was a hero and being a doctor seemed the natural choice.But
later when i grew up to a 15 yr old young impressionable boy,a
different sense prevailed.The stories of successful engineers and
managers from top institutes like IIT,IIM were hard to ignore.The
lure of big money is a big driver of ambitions.And i too was
swallowed by this hurricane and greed for easy money.I started
preparing for IIT-JEE.I worked hard for two full years.I sacrificed
two years of college social life to attain that incredible dream,but i
still came up short.When I realised that dream wouldnt realise i put
my energies towards getting into regional engineering colleges.But
fate had other ideas.Yes i did manage to get a good engineering rank
to secure a seat in a NIT and i would have gone on to be an
engineer.But along with my engg rank quite unexpectedly i secured
an excellent medical rank purely based on my excellent physics and
chemistry performance.It was at this point that the heart prevailed
over the mind.This i felt was how destiny handed out my true
calling.I realised that the only reason i wanted to do engineering was
because of money and not because i wanted to become one.I
obviously had the skills to become a better engineer than a doctor(I
was brilliant in math,physics and chem but not that good at biology)
but one of my deepest desires was to become a doctor.

I took up medicine and every so often during my M.B.B.S.
course i did wonder the prudence of that emotional decision.Time
and again it has made me look back and ask myself whether i made
the right decision.Today i have finished my M.B.B.S. degree and
now preparing for my P.G. entrances.I am right there where i started
six years ago.I'm not refraining from admitting that i do feel pangs of
envy when i see some of my classmates-who were much lower in the
class when it came to studies-today earning six figure salaries while i
am yet to start my professional career.And it is just because of that
one crutial decision.

You are at your own liberty to judge but according to me
a doctor's life is a hard life and much harder than the rest of the
others who luckily or otherwise couldnt become one.But of course
people are ought to say doctors make lot of money so that should
make up for all the hardship they've faced.Well its another thing that
not all doctors make money but we'll leave that debate to a later
date.Even so if doctors are making money, it's coming at what cost?
Years and years of hard work perfecting the art of healing while the
rest of the world scrutinises their life while all along that same rest
of the world has an easier life.Doctors sacrifice much of their
personal life to excel in their field.They rarely have vacations and
holidays.The profession is so demanding that "a little time off work"
does not seem to exist in their lifestyle.In this day and age,your
doctor is a cell phone away.Not to mention the insecurity that
accompanies a lot of a doctor's early formative years.So money is a
very small consolation for that don't you think?

You are bound to say this is a biased opinion because i am
a doctor so i'm only pouring out the problems of my profession and
that every profession has its own share of hardships.Point taken.But
for me after studying for six years in a course who only the cream of
intellect in society manage to secure and master i feel disillusioned
at salaries of Rs. 10,000-15,000 for a post M.B.B.S. doctor with no
oppotunity of growth in the institution.I feel cheated by this system
which rewards every engineer passing out-a financially secure life
while men and women who save lives are denied the dignity of a
respectable job.I have seen with my own eyes how people (including
some doctors) treat only M.B.B.S. doctors and known what they felt
about them and its certainly not good.So if you as a part of the
system expect a specialist in every field to treat you then why deny
these people an opportunity to specialise in their chosen field.Why
is the system instituting cut throat PG entrance examinations in the
middle of their study life.Every year out of 30,000 medical graduates
passing out only 7,000-8,000 of them manage to specialise in the
end.Why are we denying the rest of the doctors that right and
cursing them to an ordinary life when actually they don't deserve to
be treated that way?Why shouln't every doctor passing out have the
option to specialise.But of course i am speaking of an idealistic
world where everything is fair but in reality it's not.

So why should a person take up this profession which
takes so much and gives very little? Despite all that i have said and
all the insecurity that precedes my immediate future i feel happy that
i am a doctor.Yes i'll second that.you would think i must be crazy to
actually love this profession after all the diatribe i've fed you over
the previous paragraphs.I certainly know its a tough life ahead but
anybody else other than a doctor wouldn't know the high of being
one.Every so often, maybe not every time as a doctor you get to
actually save lives.The happiness and gratitude of the patients and
their relatives later on is a very gratifying thing.To alleviate pain and
suffering is a doctors duty but a doctor gets a lot more out of that
chore than the patient.He gets a high that that no money in this
world would suffice to gain it.That's the real reason he or she is
there in this profession.If there's any other reason then he or she is
probably lying.Either that or he or she is in the wrong profession
because money is certainly not that incentive though it may certainly
come with it.So indeed i probably could not answer the core
question of why i took up this profession but my life would not have
been quite as satisfying if i had done anything else.By writing this i
do not intend to change anybody's attitude or for any noble cause
like to initiate a change in this unfair system.Rather all i wanted was
to convince myself that despite everything thats wrong with my
profession and the way society treats doctors these days,what i am
doing is still worth doing and i can most certainly say it is.

Raghuraj S. Hegde