Sunday morning…I was sitting in the balcony reading the newspapers. GNB was singing “Dikku Theriyatha Kaatil”, in Ragamalika, in his inimitable style in the background. It is one of Bharathiyar’s evocative songs which details the travails of a person who is lost in a fearsome forest, pining for direction to a way ahead, epitomizing the perennial human quest for salvation amidst anguish and despair. It seemed particularly timely as I was reading about the devastating earthquake in Nepal. The earthquake would have caught people by surprise, some in the middle of their work, others going about their daily lives without any qualms as to what the next hour could be….till it struck. People's lives have been transformed within minutes, sometimes even seconds. As I watch the events unfold, I am struck once again by the fragility of our human life. From the Earth's point of view, this is like the shrug of a giant when asleep. Yet for us, that shrug, that shift, can mean life or death in an instant, or at least a complete transformation of everything we held to be unwavering until that very moment. In times like this, we are overwhelmed with fear about the insubstantiality of our lives.
Dr Atul Gawande writes about this so hauntingly in his book “Being Mortal”. It starts with an anecdote from Tolstoy’s Death of Ivan Ilyich. Tolstoy writes “What tormented Ilyich most was the deception, the lie, which for some reason they all accepted, that he was not dying but was simply ill, and he only need keep quiet and undergo treatment and something very good would result”. But he was in tormented by overwhelming fears of approaching death. “He longed to be petted and comforted…he knew that what he longed for was impossible, but he still longed for it”. Gawande is reflective and at times quietly critical about the way modern medicine responds to those who are terminally ill. He describes the journey from being independent to needing assistance to full time care that the elderly and their families have to cope with. Many of us would have faced similar situations in personal or professional lives. Quite often “our reverence for independence takes no account of the reality of what happens in life: sooner or later, independence will become impossible” (p. 22). What lends strength to the book are the many personal stories of people struggling with their mortality. With remarkable insight he writes, “for human beings, life is meaningful because it is a story. A story has a sense of whole, and its arc is determined by the significant moments, the one where something happens…and in stories, ending matters” (p.238). Some are very moving accounts, some are inspiring - none more so than Dr. Gawande's own experiences as he deals with his physician father's decline and eventual death. It is a poignant and moving account. Having tended to three elders who spent the last days of their lives at home his accounts deeply resonated within me. Dr Gawande is more eloquent in describing these moments, “I never expected that among the most meaningful experiences I would have as a doctor-and, really, as a human being-would come from helping others deal with what medicine cannot do as well as what it can” (p.260). Dr Gawande makes a journey to Benares to immerse his father’s ashes (as per his last wish) and he writes, “Although I didn’t feel my dad was anywhere in that cup and a half of gray, powdery ash, I felt that we’d connected him to something far bigger than ourselves…Floating on that swollen river, I could not help sensing the hands of many generations connected across time. In bringing us there, my father had helped us see that he was part of a story going back to thousands of years-and so were we” (p.262). As I was re-reading the book, my eyes welled with tears many times. Suddenly there was a flash of a delicate blue in the tree near the balcony. A kingfisher! A poem by Ann Lewis came to mind… Prayer is like watching for The kingfisher. All you can do is Be there where he is like to appear, and Wait. Often nothing much happens; There is space, silence and Expectancy. No visible signs, only the Knowledge that he’s been there And may come again. Seeing or not seeing cease to matter, You have been prepared. But when you’ve almost stopped Expecting it, a flash of brightness Gives encouragement.
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Dr Chitra Nagaraj
4/26/2015 01:36:23 pm
Very movingly written Sir
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Arun Kishore
4/26/2015 03:51:25 pm
The feeling when things seem to make sense, sometimes the waiting for that feeling to happen (as in the poem) and to realise that this sense making, meaning searching is what life is about. You have put is evocatively. Great read. Thanks.
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Very touching.
4/27/2015 04:18:40 am
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dr vinod kulkarni
4/27/2015 05:45:20 am
dear dr raghuram, only persons with an innate emotionality, concern for others, empathy towards fellow human beings can comprehend both your and atul gawandes writings. you have come out with feelings which are true and altruistic. do keep posting such intelectually stimulating accounts of real life.. such writings should be an eye opener for the rugged ones.
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4/27/2015 06:23:26 am
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vxSHibsANuA&feature=em-uploademail
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Murali Rao
4/27/2015 11:11:39 pm
Very beautifully written.
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Malathi Swaminathan
5/8/2015 03:51:20 pm
Touched about many things: You, your experiences, the book, author, that kingfisher making that timely perch and GNB's. Many ways "thikku theriyadah kattil" is a great poem.
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