The Chase - Inspired By Dpwnftdwtastd

satchitananda · Jun 7, 2017

jayasala42 said: ↑

Problems throng us uninvited.There were days when oil bath with shikakai powder was a must.My mother used to take extra care to dry the shikakai in the terrace, add fenugreek, hibiscus dry flowers,nirmalya flowers after archana, take it to the grindmill to make into a fine powder.The shikakai powder was placed in a broad plate to get cooled for sometime before being stored in a container.My sister's one year old child got down from the cradle ,ran towards the hall and just fell on the shikakai powder,The entire powder just splashed on the child.His eyes had burning sensation and it increased as the child just started wiping his eyes with the hand smeared with the powder.Everyone in the house started sneezing with tears in their eyes.My mother took the baby to the backyard,poured buckets and buckets of cold water on his head.yet the burning sensation continued for hours.We have to travel 25 miles to consult an eye specialist The child's eyes became too reddish. It took nearly a year for the child to resume normal vision.Even today his eyes are totally red and scarry and children call him as 'bhootham'
My mother stopped preparing this powder thereafter.
jayasala 42
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That sounds terrible. Poor guy. Can imagine what the parents and grandparents must have gone through.

satchitananda · Jun 7, 2017

joylokhi said: ↑

HI satchi,
that was a hilarious take on your fight with tonsilitis. Thoroughly enjoyed reading it
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Thanks so much Joylokhi!

ojaantrik · Jun 7, 2017

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satchitananda said: ↑

That sounds terrible. Poor guy. Can imagine what the parents and grandparents must have gone through.
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Indeed! Not too funny.

Balajee · Jun 8, 2017

As a kid I longed for tonsils surgery but unfortunately I had no tonsillitis. I was extremely jealous of my cousin who had the surgery and got loads of ice cream to eat.

Cheeniya · Jun 8, 2017

@Balajee
When you get to my age, you will get a lot of ice cream each time a non-functional tooth is pulled out!

shyamala1234 · Jun 8, 2017

satchitananda said: ↑

Talking of ‘great escapes’ from doctors and conniving parents (with doctors of course) brings to mind an episode from the dark, dingy corners of my mind.

Tonsillitis decided to visit me and give me some quality time. Naturally my parents were not particularly chuffed by the company I kept . They decided to have the counsellor (read doctor) come in and try to control this wild behavior of friend tonsillitis . He tried to cajole her with some sweets - antibiotics - to leave, but my friend, being of a rather persistent nature, thought staying longer might get her some more of her favourite sweets.

So more stringent measures were needed - they thought if they tried to needle me and insert some pink fluid called penicillin into my blood stream, it might just make my friend a bit guilty and she would ultimately leave.

Did she feel guilty no? No. Mlle. Tonsillitis just stayed stoically (stiff upper lip and all that) by my side. I am really impressed by her loyalty, but that does not necessarily mean that I was very approving of the methods being used at my expense to get rid of my dear friend.

Every day I would have to be cajoled into visiting Mr. Counsellor with whistle lollipops (I do not know whether these still exist. These were lollipops with a slit near the tip through which one could blow and produce a whistling effect - talk of the innovativeness needed on the part of adults to keep their offspring happy!). Despite my tender age, I was not above demanding a bribe to deliver the goods - even if it be my own backside to have a needle inserted into it (they seemed to think, I was some fancy variety of pincushion ). Oh these highly corruptible babes and infants .

Despite everything, tonsillitis would make her sneaky entry to visit me from time to time. It was on one such occasion that Mr. Counsellor came to visit us with his pink liquid. I went into mode (quite literally below the bed). Some time was spent looking for me (eventually my elder sib - odious creature - called out "mili", though that was not my name - even 7 years after bullying me, she had still not managed to get my name right, the dimwitted one). I managed to slip her clutches and ran behind the house, up a flight of stairs and hid in the corridor of the upper floor. The said sib, however, not being a variety of person who gives up so easily followed me and again shouted "mili" and started chasing me down the corridor and stairs. After that, the events that followed were what Laurel and Hardy and Charlie Chaplin films were made of. There was poor me running around the building, with odious sib chasing me, momma dearest bringing up the rear followed by Mr. Counsellor with his much loved pink fluid threateningly held in hand. Needless to say, that the results of three adults following a hapless little person were all too predictable.

But poor me. My friend's misbehaviour was something I had to pay a heavy price for. Soon an exorcist was required to remove my friend's presence. I was taken to Mr. Surgeon, to have her exorcised (the first of my encounters with that species of exorcists). That was not something I could endure so stoically . The morning of the exorcism, Mr. surgeon did a good imitation of Mr. Counsellor, chasing me round the bed to stick some colourful fluids into me with a needle. After that came a period of waiting, during which my mom and dad kept themselves amused with some mundane conversation. I am not a great fan of irrational procedures such as exorcism. I requested them, quite reasonably I think, to go home. They thought, I was a brainless, witless chick and just humoured me saying "ok" but showed no signs of moving their backsides. So showing my early streaks of independence, I took my own decision and walked out of the hospital and onto the street. It must have been about 3 minutes later that my absence was noticed and said parents followed me, poor hapless me who was recaptured and delivered to Mr. Exorcist aka surgeon. The last I remember of that person is he making me smell some sweet smelling stuff which convinced me that falling asleep and a trip to la la land was a much better fate.

By the next day, I had given up my resistance movement. Mr. Counsellor visited us at home with his inevitable pink fluid. After he had had his early morning quota of fun, I boldly confirmed with my mother that we would not have to see his face ever again for all of eternity (as she had promised me before the exorcism) - loud and clear for him to hear, right in front of him. In spite of all they had put me through, I feel sorry for my poor mom's mortification and for Mr. Counsellor's squirming (bless his soul, he has proceeded to the next dimension with his favourite pink fluid and needles). This time they tried to bribe me with ice creams, but to no avail. The exorcism had rid me of any irrational desires I might have had of eating such vile stuff!

Human memory is frail ….. or was it the desire for revenge? Oh well, after such exciting times with docs and being chased by them, I could not resist the temptation of chasing one around the fire - not once but 7 times. Too late now to realize why mom warned me to play with or around fire .
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Dear Satchi ,
So, God gave you a Shapam that you would live forever with a doctor because
of being chased and chasing doctors! But blessing in disguise you must have realised by now that they are also nice people.
Syamala

satchitananda · Jun 8, 2017

Balajee said: ↑

As a kid I longed for tonsils surgery but unfortunately I had no tonsillitis. I was extremely jealous of my cousin who had the surgery and got loads of ice cream to eat.
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That is what they also promised me, Balajee. But believe me, when they actually got me the ice cream, I couldn't swallow it and my sister ate it.

satchitananda · Jun 8, 2017

shyamala1234 said: ↑

Dear Satchi ,
So, God gave you a Shapam that you would live forever with a doctor because
of being chased and chasing doctors! But blessing in disguise you must have realised by now that they are also nice people.
Syamala
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Syamala, just today someone was telling me "take care of your health. It is precious and health care is so expensive these days." Told him I had taken care of that aspect. At least the doc knows when I need to go to hospital and when not. Small things are managed at home.

SCSusila · Jun 9, 2017

Hahahaha! Hilarious !
I am not the sort to take pleasure at others' adversities , but , honestly, I totally enjoyed reading about your predicaments !
I too had Retinal Detachment once , after a minor accident and had the retina stapled back . So i was really amused to read your observation relating flashes of light and Enlightenment because thats exactly what I told my husband too, " i think God is trying to give me darshan , i am seeing all the " paraak-paraak" fireworks " !!!

satchitananda · Jun 9, 2017

Hi Susila,

If only enlightenment was so easy to get! True, we can't rejoice over adversities, but we can certainly laugh over our predicament and the ludicrosity of the situation.