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Before Nelliakkattu Bhagwati |
Donald Trump and Benjamin Netanyahu rose in my mind
before anyone else as I stood in front of the Goddess of Nelliakkattu. I seldom
pray for myself. I get on somehow with my own idiosyncrasies which I think even
gods can’t do much about. A lot of missionaries of many gods tried to ‘reform’
me and failed miserably. They made me a failure too most of the time in the
process. That’s how I decided to keep gods far away from my personal life. But
I sort of like them - gods, I mean, not their missionaries, apostles, priests,
yogis, and ministers. Gods are fun if you have ever cared to engage them in
conversations.
Kerala has a lot of gods and
goddesses. In fact, every Hindu family of some historical repute has its own
god or goddess. One such goddess is Nelliakkattu Bhagwati. She belongs to the
Nelliakkattu family of Ayurvedic physicians. I’m treating the nascent cataract
in one of my eyes with their medicines – a few eyedrops only. “You don’t have
enough cataract in your left eye for a surgery,” my allopathic surgeon who
operated on my right eye three years ago said.
My leftist vision was always strong.
I kept the thought to myself since physicians don’t have any sense of humour.
During my quarterly visits to the
Ayurvedic hospital for the routine check-up and purchase of a new stock of eye
drops, I say Hi to the goddess of Nelliakkattu family to whom the entire
hospital belongs. This time I asked her, in my prayer, to give some good sense
to Trump, Putin and Netanyahu. I don’t add too many people in the list so that
Bhagwati will take me seriously. Otherwise she will think of me as another
regular beggar with joined palms asking for the whole world if not the cosmos
itself.
“I can’t help you,” Bhagwati said.
I was not chuffed.
“Not in my jurisdiction,” she
explained.
I guess the deities up there have
allocated regions and authorities in order to avoid squabbles or perhaps wars
too. Do they have passports and visas too?
I stood looking at Bhagwati for a few
minutes. I love to do that. Just watch gods. Do they feel bad about my staring?
I don’t know. Jean-Paul Sartre might scold me because he believed that the gaze
of others objectifies us and endows us with a sense of shame. Just imagine you
sitting in your closed room and someone standing outside watching you through
the keyhole secretly.
“I don’t mind being looked at,”
Nelliakkattu Bhagwati said to my surprise. She could do mind-reading! Well, she
is a god; how did I forget that? She smiled. I was happy. Have you seen a
smiling god or goddess?
I grew up with an extremely sad god,
Jesus. “Jesus never laughed,” one priest told me once. I had the silly habit of
laughing loudly when someone cracked a joke even if the joke wasn’t quite
funny. I meant well. Anyone who tries to being more cheer into this sad world
should be encouraged, that was my view. But since Jesus never laughed, I too
stopped laughing. That was one of the blessings of religion on me: it stole my
laughter. Eventually, it would steal even my faint smiles.
Nelliakkattu Bhagwati is different.
“How do you feel about your eye?” Dr
Namboothiri asked me after he looked into my eyes with different kinds of
torches.
I expressed a little disappointment
because three years have passed with their treatment and the world didn’t look
any better to my left eye.
“Now I’ll have to tell you like we do
to little children,” he said with a disarming smile. “You have only two
options: one – use specs constantly for vision in the left eye; two – undergo
surgery as you did with your right eye.”
I understood that the Ayurvedic eye
drops were only preventing the cataract in my left eye from deteriorating. It
wouldn’t remove the cataract totally in all probability. Age matters for light
too.
“Do you know what the doc said to
me?” I stood before Nelliakkattu Bhagwati once again as I walked from the
hospital to the parking lot carrying the eyedrops for the next quarter of the
year.
“I know,” she said. She would know, I
thought. The hospital was within her jurisdiction.
“What do you suggest? Manage with the
limited vision I now have or go for a surgery?” I asked.
“Why do you want to see more?” She
asked. “Have you forgotten a short story of yours, Blackout,
serialised in a Shillong newspaper when you had clearer vision?”
How could I forget? Those were some
of the most terrible days of my life. I was a teacher in Shillong and the hill
station was going through a violent sociopolitical turbulence. The local tribal
people didn’t want nontribals like me there anymore. Societies are like that:
once your requirement is over, they discard you. Isn’t that what Trump is doing
in his country now? His country? His? Well, he is an immigrant himself!
My story, Blackout, was
about those dreadful days in Shillong. There was lot of darkness in Shillong’s
society in those days, both really and metaphorically. The people were forced
to switch off all lights at home in the nights to show solidarity with the
agitators. We had no choice but live in darkness. And the darkness had many
hues.
There was a little boy in my story
who was congenitally blind. He is given sight through a surgery by a benevolent
doctor. The boy goes out happily to see the world around him. A day later he
returns to the doctor and demands, “Remove my vision. I don’t want to see the ugliness
of the world.”
I looked at Nelliakkattu Bhagwati
again when she reminded me of that story. “I don’t want a surgery,” I told her.
She smiled. The smile had many hues.
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The founder of the hospital |
The smile probably means that you will end up undergoing the surgery.
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"I guess the deities up there have allocated regions and authorities in order to avoid squabbles or perhaps wars too. Do they have passports and visas too?"
Good one. We didn't invade other countries as Alexander of ancient Greek kingdom.
In India, it's always internal when it comes to wars and conflicts.
I'll give it a few more months. There's no serious problem except with night-driving.
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DeleteHari Om
ReplyDeleteTo be able to say 'no better... but no worse' after some years seems to me to be a positive. Don't give up on praying for some bolt of sanity to strike where it is needed... YAM xx
I'm happy that cataract is under check.
DeleteYes, my good wishes for the world never end.
Loved the string of humour woven in this post! :)
ReplyDeleteI'm rediscovering my smiles.
DeleteInteresting to see the merging of actual vision, political vision, and the 'Blackout'.
ReplyDeleteThere are things we don't see, we choose not to see, and what we see, is it not?
Also, there are things we want to see but what we can't see; and there are those that we see but we don't want to see!
By the way, I have been to this place. My wife was there in 2018 for in-patient treatment. That was the time when the floods happened, and the hospital had to extend her stay by around two weeks since the place was cut off by flood waters, and all transportation were disrupted!
Excited to see an intellectual approach to the post.
DeleteA lot of people come from faraway places to this hospital for treatment. Foreigners too. I don't follow the diet and that's why my healing isn't easy.
I doubt Jesus never laughed. I suppose that's how people imagined him to be. Oh well. I like your god. Or whoever's God. She's fun. It's too bad she doesn't have jurisdiction over us. We could use someone like her.
ReplyDeleteHahaha Liz. Yes, I too think you guys require someone like her.
DeleteEnjoyed reading.
ReplyDeleteJust to let you know by some technical glitch my comments in your posts have appeared under anonymous
Thank you for being with me and letting me know too.
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