Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas at CanKids Day Care & Transition Home 2012

The Juicy Plum Cake

Sohail couldn't eat, but, nonetheless, participated in the fun


All pitching in to put up the decorations

Santa hats for the patients

Sohail too sports a Santa hat

What are we waiting for?

'Here, Rina you cut the cake'

The first incision

Rina's aunt helps in cutting the cake

Time to tuck in (Rina, Madhu, Isha, Vishnu, Hemant)

Yum Yum (Vishnu, Hemant and Khushbu)

Florence Nightingale distributing cake instead of pills

Posing with the Christmas Tree


Enjoying the goodies - good break from daal, chawal, subzi and roti

Even Vishnu polished off his plate - he was covered up, as he is extremely sensitive to light

The Christmas Tree in all its glory

Doc with his angelic patients (Khushbu, Mohit and Sohail at the back)

A Merry Christmas to the World. Please pray for our  well-being

Friday, December 21, 2012

Punishments for Rapists

My soul is a broken field, ploughed by pain.

Sara Teasdale, poet (1884-1933)


Life imprisonment, death sentence, castration - either surgical or chemical as punishments for rapists are hardly adequate as a deterrent for Delhi males to commit future atrocities.

Inflicting unrelenting and severe physical pain on these misogynists is the answer, I feel. I may sound callous, brutal and primitive, but here is my proposition.

To be really effective, this should be broadcast in real time on YouTube.

This is a common kitchen tool also available in wood. Each of the half a dozen of those rapists and molesters should be given one of these. While they cower in a fetid dungeon, they should be goaded into taking the testicle of their erstwhile partners-in-crime in the receptacle and crush the offending gonad. That's it, no more human interference is required; we'll let Nature take its course.

The agonizing pain during the testicle crushing process is just the beginning of the ordeal. A dull throbbing ache replaces the shooting pain, as suppuration sets in. The stink from the putrefying wound will attract flies. Soon the fountainhead of their virility will tun onto a seething mass of maggots. One of the following scenarios may ensue.

The infection spreads to the blood stream and the former tormenter goes into septicaemic shock and dies while his soul burns in eternal hellfire.

Gangrene and rot set in and the accursed dies, enveloped in a mefitic miasma.

Another development for these abhorrent creatures could be the onset of spasms due to tetanus with the spine snapping like the mythical bow.


If this testicle crushing method is not acceptable, then why not let a rabid dog bite the culprits and ensuring a miserable and agonizing death for them?


As a palliative care physician I am only too aware that the worst physical pain is neuropathic pain which results from nerve damage, either to cancer or herpes zoster. Going against all ethics and tenets of the Hippocratic Oath, I submit the option of damaging the peripheral nerves of all four limbs of the degenerate brutes. The agony of that exquisite, excruciating and eternal pain should be broadcast on YouTube, thus ensuring that Delhi males will keep their roving eyes and libido in control.

Or else flog them. Barbaric methods need to be adopted for these barbarians.

Whatever option is chosen, justice should be done promptly and punishment meted out in full public view. We may be emulating tyrannical governments or reverting to primitive times, but is there any other option left? Bleeding heart liberals and 'human right activists' will be aghast - but I ask them what about the basic human right of that girl to live a life of dignity?

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

The Hobbit

Hollywood can be credited with the creation of the word 'prequel'. It all started with the the success of Star Wars. The film and its two sequels were such a hit, that to exploit their commercial success, the producers came out with a series of 3 prequels.

Now the formula is being repeated with Lord of the Rings I, II & III.The story of The Hobbit takes place 60 years before LOTR series. 


So what is a Hobbit - a bobbittized human? Just could be, as women are conspicuous by their absence in these yarns (the lanky Cate Blanchett is the exception)! They are more like a timid form of 'Bigfoot' - just big and hairy in the foot department and small everywhere else. they inhabit a small village in Middle Earth - an imaginary dimension dreamed up by Tolkien.


Bilbo Baggins is shanghaied into this epic adventure by the wily wizard Gandalf. Bilbo leaves his idyllic and epicurean existence and waltzes off with a hirsute bunch of eccentric dwarfs led by their dethroned and brooding King.

During their quest they encounter CGIs of weird creatures; I found the Trolls the most entertaining.


 The 3D effects are stunning (though vertiginous at times, so stay off the popcorn if you have a fear of heights) - the raindrops and fluttering birds and butterflies are very realistic.

We get to meet Gollum and his Precious - one of the Rings of the eventual saga.

 
The background score is very melodious and blends well with the visuals - resonances form the LOTR are evident at times and the sound effects are stupendous - a bit loud at times.

Definitely worth a watch. I'm awaiting the next two episodes eagerly.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Farukh II

Farukh with his friend Shah Rukh and Sr Mani (our Nurse/Counsellor)

With his father

With his Doc

Farukh





Farukh was brought into our Centre screaming in pain due to the football sized tumour in his right femur.
Artist at work

With Bugs Bunny renamed Shah Rukh Khan
The next day with the help of Step III analgesics, play and distraction therapy, here you can see a happy, pain free and comfortable child. He is awaiting amputation of the right leg as the tumour is too big in size to be excised out.

Farukh is from a remote village in Haryana; although as the crow flies, the distance would not be more than 100 kms from Delhi. Ignorance, poverty and quacks all contribute to this neglected child.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

I am going bananas

It all began off with toroid banana cakes - an abomination, a chimera of three dimensional geometry hybridized with an icteric horticulture product. 

These culinary disasters were duly prepared on every family member's birthday - and sometimes for no specific reason, other than there being a surfeit of bananas in the house - or a surfeit of time for the creatrices (yes they were all rabidly female).

The origins of this mysterious malady can be traced back to the hoary past - back to the very cradle of civilization - Mother Africa (Zambia to be specific). The sibling passed it on to the mate-to-be and just like Mendel predicted, the progeny of the two inherited the dominant trait.

I fear for the future generations - the latent entrepreneurial spirit of the Singh/Sinhas may launch a global chain of eateries serving thirty varieties of banana cake. I can visualize a nightmarish scenario of fast-food joints serving banana-cake dosa, butter banana-cake, banana-cake vindaloo, tandoori banana-cake, banana-cake nuggets and the specialty manchurian banana-cake.

The twin golden arches of McDonalds will be replaced by the twin spires of Banana Cakes Ltd
 
We digress....
The powers that (rob)be then informed us that we mango people lived in a केले का देश।
And now to expiate your sins, I am given to understand that one can offer bananas to the divine powers that be. OMG! Consuming all that banana bhog will cause  celestial hyperkalaemia

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Radhakund Reminisces: Generation Gap

Bridging the Generation Gap with an Eucalyptus branch

Memories of these two will never grow fuzzy like this out-of-focus photo

So where is the generation gap?

Salivary evidence of a lot of oro-dental interaction

Canine or Python?

Quote unquote, but different font sizes and wrong orientation

Toe-curling action

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The two of them must have had a reunion in canine heaven

Sunday, November 11, 2012

Skyfall Review

With Hollywood’s latest presentation, I thought the worst nightmares of the inhabitants of a tiny Gaulish village had come true. You may recollect that those dauntless village folk were afraid of nothing except the “sky falling in their heads”.



SKYFALL belies these fears. I was under the impression that the plot of the thriller would involve sending back Jamius Bondix back in a time-machine to save Asterix and his gang from a fate worse than death or spare them the humiliation of being bashed up by Julius’s cohorts.

Zero had not been invented back then, hence the dots before VII
Alas, except for some thrilling roof top chariot chases, the film did not live up to my expectations. Sure Bondix got his magic potion stirred and not shaken, his Walther PPK made up for his lack of a menhir and Cacaphonix did a gender change to Adele while singing a more melodious title song. The mammary-challenged lead female was a visual disaster and not a patch on the fuller figured Halle Berry or Ursula Andress of yesteryears.

Spoiler alert: A bit lachrymose towards the end.

Apologies to Uderzo and Goscinny

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Yamuna Expressway

Civic Sense - absence

No place for a decent meal. The toilets are surprisingly clean
Dull, monotonous. Cemented road surface cause a high pitched whine from the tyres.