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When once I met God

When once I met God
(c) Dr. Rajas Deshpande

Rainy Sunday. My Corolla, still young at 8 years.

I had just finished rounds and was still irritated at the never ending task list. From grocery to Income tax, there always is something pending, and what’s done is never enough. Countless patients with their endless problems, trusting you to solve them, and many suspicious that you have other intentions. Add the cut-throat professional competition where hitting below the belt is a smart move, and frame the picture with the duties towards each relation, closer the costlier. Driving through the city, you cross faceless somebodys flaunting ugly egos. Their middle name is money. Bribe hungry vampires wait at every corner, dressed in official greed. Nothing to be proud of, nowhere to go and nobody to look up to.

Life felt like a carcass with vultures on all sides, tearing me away.

Top gear, I entered the expressway and switched on my mental autopilot: the beautiful sound system that was prepared to play the huge collection of music: seventeen thousand tracks, pieces of history encoded in sound, human creation that separated us from animals.

The system burst alive with “Les Valses de Vienne” by Dmitri Shostakovich / Francois Feldman (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v6mwqQvv99c ), and my brain lit up at the smiling face of my most favourite actress Sophie Marceau dancing gracefully to the waltz.
Irritability vanished, and a hopeful yearning for good days started whistling to the tune of this eternal piece of music. It hijacks my brain every single time. Born to a shop maid and a truck driver who divorced when she was nine years old, she made to the top in French films and a mark in Hollywood. She must have had her mountains of problems and valleys of a lustful society to overcome before she reached the top, but she indeed made happy memories for the world! It must be so damn difficult to smile and love and dance in front of a camera, knowing inside the reality called world. Then I felt it: that the beauty is your inside, what you can be, what you do good. Nothing outside will ever change, and the mirage of a utopian society will always kick between the legs of most idealists. But at the end of the day, what one will run to, what one will beg for, and what one will regret having lost is this: that all the time one had to do good and feel happy was wasted in feeling bad about what people are and what they do.

The music system, competing with the madness of its owner, shuffled to Simon and Garfunkel’s “El Condor Pasa”.. “A man gets tied up to the ground, He gives the world its saddest sound” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CNbltoivskc ) . How tightly we hold on to the ground, never letting go! How religiously we guard the image we like to create of ourselves for others, and how much beauty of life we sacrifice to safeguard that image!

The rain decided to be nice for once, and became torrential. If at all it rains, it should rain like the final war, or it should not rain at all!

“Moonriver” by Henry Mancini started, as Audrey Hepburn sung in a most loving, melodiously romantic voice, what the heart had always craved: “There’s such a lot of world to see… we’re after the same Rainbow’s end” … so many artists have made timeless icons of lovely moments that soak our lives..

God knows how mute love would have been without music, and how dry without the rains!

The uncontrollable desire to get drenched, suppressed for long, took over me. No book said it was unbecoming of a doctor. I parked on the shoulder and got out. Happy raindrops jumped upon my being and got hold of everything I had.

Ironically, the happiest and the saddest moments in life are when you have nowhere to go and nothing to prove. If you hold a hand in the rain, you are the luckiest, richest in the world. If that hand holds your hand too, you have lived life.

Steaming hot poisonously sweet tea, made by a roadside stall, added to the flavour of that moment. Like a loving but stern mother slapping the bum of her naughty child, nature had shooed shut human movement, a reminder to the highest rule: enjoy happiness while alive. . Big and small, rich and poor, all looked at the sky, content with nothing, smiling at the rain, forgetting the desire to earn more in that moment!

Nostalgic, I recalled sitting by my father and watching water-lily buds broken open by raindrops. I remembered my stunningly beautiful friend with curly hair who kissed me on Marine Drive by the roaring sea under the stormy rain, standing on that parapet, forgetting that there were shocked people around. I remembered falling flat upon my back like a hundred idiots while running with my kids, telling them to be careful.

What is it that I am running after now, with so many beautiful things around me: the music, the rain, the friends, my kids, coffee, books, driving, writing… What more will I buy that will make these things more meaningful? Is it worth being unhappy, being irritable with the world, trying to change people, having more money than being able to enjoy peacefully?

Once in a recent radio programme (recorded) Mr. Ameen Sayani, that messiah of voice, played a rare clip of speech by Mr. Raj Kapoor “Sangeet nahin hota toh jaane hum kahan hote, kya karte, kaise jeete (If there were no music, God knows Where we would be, what we’d do or how we’d live)”.

I suddenly realized, that the music, the drive, the road and the rain had conspired to take away my worries. They had reset the method in my madness. The eternal ‘Flute’ so dearly mentioned in “Geetanjali” by Rabindranath Tagore had played in me.

The rain had stopped for now. The music never will.

Thus I met God in my own Happiness.

(c) Dr. Rajas Deshpande

Doctors and Religion

Doctors and Religion.
© Dr. Rajas Deshpande

“You are in our prayers everyday”.. one of the greatest achievements in becoming a doctor is hearing this sentence.

But hey! You all are also there in our prayers every day!

Whatever the religion, whichever faith one may come from, whether rich or poor, whether our concepts, philosophies or traditions match or clash, we doctors treat each patient with the same devotion: making his / her health better. A doctor will only ask about your religion to know your genetic risks and tendencies, lifestyle and diet. Beyond that, no doctor thinks differently about patients from different religions. Who knows better than the doctor, the oneness of human body, inside out?

We don’t have to kill, sing, dance, wear T shirts or shout to prove our unique tradition of “Humanity”: we carry it upon our head from the day we are born as a doctor, till the day we die. Every day in every casualty anywhere in the world, elixir of humanity flows from the doctors and nurses to the patient, and in their prayers lie the true wish of every doctor: “Let all suffering end”.

Most of those visiting religious places ask for health and life. Doctors too work to safeguard these two, all over the world, irrespective of their beliefs. Science gives us the knowledge, Experience hones our wisdom, but the prayers of millions in different religions give us the ability and responsibility to make the right choices.

Our patients, whichever religion they belong to, bring us religious gifts from their highest places of devotion. From Varanasi and Mecca, From Jerusalem and Amritsar, Ma Vaishno Devi, Our Lady of Good Health in Velankanni, Lord Ayyappa temple, Khwaja Ajmer Shareef, Shri Tirupati, Bodh Gaya and many other holiest places, I have received Lord’s blessings via my patients, just like most of my colleagues I know. Abe Zamzam and Gangajal have both felicitated the work of many of us, via God’s messengers to the Doctor: the patients.

Any patient from any country and any religion holds some basic respect for the doctor they go to, for their education, and also for their presumed ability to help.. This “trust of a stranger” is probably the greatest endangered human connection upon earth today.There is no better opportunity to serve humanity than to become a doctor. If there is any social place where everyone is really equal, it is the heart of a good doctor. There are offenders of faith, and misusers of the system everywhere in the world: few doctors and few patients, but not all.

There is so much for the doctor to learn from different religions. The art of medical practice is incomplete without basic knowledge and understanding of human behavior, faith and mindsets. While “scientific” is the highest and umcompromisable criteria for a doctor’s action, this will only bring the patient health, which is incomplete without happiness. Happiness will only come from a doctor who understands human nature well. There, in the wish for happiness in each mind, resides the Lord. Some call it science, some God. Some do not believe in God, both doctors and patients. If themselves genuine, they still connect well via bonds of honesty, kindness, truthfulness and mutual respect: similar foundations as that of most religions.

Many patients will not believe this, but most doctors pray for all their patients everyday before starting their work.
In the good of their patient, they know, lies their own good.
© Dr. Rajas Deshpande