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The Eye of Ayurveda

The old building of the hospital - Supercool

Most people are metaphorically blind. The world would have been a far better place if people could really see. See. See the folly of hatred and that too in the name of gods. See the little child dying in the hut because of starvation while the country is spending enormous wealth on advertising its GDP. See the bloodstains on the walls of temples being built by a dictator. See the monstrous ego of that dictator who hoodwinks you with a tea stall story. A tall story and a distorted history.

When everybody around you turns blind, you begin to suspect your own sight. That’s how I visited an eye hospital and discovered that I was afflicted with cataract. “Nothing but a surgery can restore normal sight to your right eye,” I was told. I nodded assent to the prescription instantly because I wanted a proper vision in a country of apparently blind people. I longed to see. See clearly.

The surgery was done and my right eye got back its pristine 6/6 vision. But I continued to see waves of poison lashing against the shores of my oceans. My country’s oceans, rather. I continued to see fancy dresses masquerading as nationalist fervours.

And I decided to visit an Ayurvedic eye hospital. A colleague of mine recommended it, in fact. Her mother who is older than me got her cataract healed without surgery, she said. I was interested. One can always give it a try – that’s what I thought. And that’s how I landed at Sreedhareeyam, the “Eye of Ayurveda.”

After the prescribed 45 days of medication, I visited the hospital yesterday.

“How do you feel about your vision now?” The doctor asked.

“I think there’s some improvement,” I said.

He checked up my eye. “Not some improvement,” he said. “It’s a remarkable improvement. A kind of improvement that we don’t see normally.”

That was very reassuring. I recalled the news I had read just the other day about a Kenyan woman whose blindness was treated successfully at Sreedhareeyam.

Having bought the prescribed medicines for the next two months and feeling confident that my left eye will have a clear vision soon without a surgery, I decided to have a look at the hospital’s enchanting environment. Here are some pictures Maggie and I took from there.

One of the many wooden pillars of the old building

The entrance to the hospital


Rich families had their own deities in those days

A selfie that I love


 

Comments

  1. Hari OM
    As a retired medic who specialised in homoeopathics and other ancillary treatments, I heartily approve! My own experiene of Ayurveda is limited, but know many who benefitted greatly from treatments - and actually know two folk who have direct connection to this very institution with positive results. I wish you well for this!

    The building looks very traditional - and a wonderful backdrop to that lovely selfie! YAM xx

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    1. The hospital is a modern building with all modern facilities. This old building has been retained because of its historical value.

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  2. A person having
    Im-born connection with Ayurveda, the daughter of an Aurvedic medical practioner who pulled hundreds of people from the danger of death in our village, needless to say, how much I respect the Ayurveda tradition. I am happy you found relief at Shreesgariyam, about the place I have heard.

    However, I have no trust in the way, it's practiced presently in many centers priding on some ancient veteran names in the field, and manufacturing medicines and filling the shelf showing any honest info about the ingredients used, that has resulted in me throwing them into the waste bin that I collected from India under prescription and brought over here.

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    1. I went there more out of curiosity than anything else. When i saw the clientele - including foreigners - I was rather amazed.

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  3. I recently read 'The Secret' by Rhonda Byrne and realised that you can cure any illness and that it's all in the mind. All it takes is a strong beleif. Ask, believe, receive.

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    1. The mind does have tremendous powers. But also certain limits.

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  4. Loved the post, Thanks for sharing.

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  5. Nice blog post ,thank you for sharing this valuable information. Maitri Ayurveda in Madhapur please provide some more updates.

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  6. Thanks for sharing this info! If anyone is searching for a Ayurvedic doctor in Ludhiana then you should consult Dr. Jawahar of Sanjiwani Health Centre. He is Best in the field of Ayurveda.

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  7. Your blog is a gem! The simplicity in your writing is a breath of fresh air in the crowded blogosphere. Thank you for making learning enjoyable and straightforward.
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