LIFE IS TOO SHORT!

 

Out there we started a long chit-chat 

She stood nearby us and glanced at

With confusion on her face and hopes in her eyes

She approached us with fear in her voice

Handling a paper she stood beside

To know what was mentioned inside

I casually read it with a normal sigh

But for her to handle this was pretty high

A clinical prescription with a few tests

Without which she would never again be the best

Trying to decipher the blood-red rashes on her skin

Though I could barely diagnose anything

Her prognosis was good but with medicines only

Sadly for her own treatment she had no penny

Standing there helpless with white coat

I could only see saliva swallowing down her throat

I realized over small things the way we cry

When these people have lived their life so dry

And once again to us she taught

That to grumble and depress Life is too short!

-Natasha Tungare

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A letter to the Man of our Country

It’s been a month he was chosen as a Prime Minister of our country again. In 2014 India thought why not experience how this man works and in 2019 India claimed that yes this man works great and he is the one again! Everyone knows how greatly is he transforming out country. But at the same time he is transforming every individual. If I would ever converse with him. These would be my words…

Respected Sir,
My parents always say, we should thank the Almighty for everything we have. Since my childhood I always thanked God for everything, each day. Today I want to thank you for everything. Not for me, but for our country India! I know you might be receiving so many letters, so many messages, emails. Each one of them having something different. I even know this is just one of them. But Sir
somewhere I still felt like writing to you. My father always wanted me to become an IAS officer. I used to tell him that this is not my cup of tea, my dream and passions are different. I am a doctor
now, a physiotherapist. And now I realize that to serve our country I need not become an officer. By just doing my role as physiotherapist, I am still healing our country and that to with my passion.

I was never a person who used to be keen in knowing about what is happening in our country. But this is the biggest ever change in me. Now I am not only keen to know about day to day happenings in our country but also working on how can I make things better around me by simply doing my role.
This is the letter to thank you for the change you have got in me, for the change you have got in this citizen of India. “Boond Boond se banta hai Sagar,” similarly I hope every Indian sees a kind of change within themselves so that they can serve our nation in a better way.

I have more faith in humanity now. I literally get this fatherly feeling when I look at you. And I am definitely sure every citizen of our country might be having mutual feelings. And we are so glad that we citizens are safe in your hands. These are not my words but the voice of a citizen of India. This is the voice of each citizen who now definitely knows that India is ONE! This is the voice of that every human who now feels so secured and safe in this country and I am sure that India will be one of the
most powerful country in the world under your dynamic leadership.

Your obediently
Natasha Tungare

Phew, I just wrote it all at one stroke. I don’t even know if these few words will reach him. I just felt like writing, picked my notepad and wrote it all. Since childhood I never had an Ideal Role model. But if it is our PM Mr. Narendra Modi I would definitely count on him.

Life of a Savior- Doctor

Usually I draft my writeups in my phone notes section or on word app but today I didn’t draft anywhere. I am just out pouring it all here. 3 months ago, in my post Country’s true love I had written about soldiers who are saviours of our country and who spend their entire life serving for protection of country. Today having similar feels, I am writing about DOCTORS- The saviours of us humans!

I read this wonderful sentence somewhere, “The first and the last person you see in your life is Doctor! Respect him.” This one sentence says it all. A tiny soul when comes out of mother’s womb is handled first by the doctor even before mother. And when the same soul is counting the last few days on his deathbed, it is the doctor who thrives to enhance the length of his life. Our forefathers once said “God could not be present everywhere and so he created mothers.” Similarly “God could not cure everyone, so he created doctors”. But are these saviours getting what they deserve? Are these saviours getting enough respect which they deserve? I don’t think so.

Last week, a terminally ill, aged patient was brought to hospital in Kolkata (India). Despite of all efforts by the doctors, they could not save the patient. After some time, a truck arrived with 200 people (the so called relatives of patient) and started hitting the residential doctors, abused the interns. One of the doctors got deep skull fracture due to the rod inserted by those inhuman creatures in his head. There have been such incidents in past as well where doctors had been brutally attacked by people. And sadly by those same people whom they thrice their best to cure!

I am a physiotherapist and being in medical profession I know how hard we work just to get our patients back to their independent life. These doctors have devoted half of their lives studying to give the best treatment to their patients. These doctors have spent their lives away from their loved ones so that they can cure someone else’s loved ones. These doctors have spent late nights on duty to serve YOU. And is this what they get for their genuine, unbiased service to humanity?

You know, since childhood I was very fond of that white coat. Playing doctor’s role in fancy dress competition was my favorite character. And I guess every child still does dream of being a doctor. If this white coat turns into blood stained red coat, will any mother dream of her child becoming a doctor? Think about it! It is the time to stand with our doctors.

To each one of you reading this, I raise this question and I hope I get genuine answers. Do doctors deserve this kind of treatment?

Mind Games

It’s been a month I shifted here. Everything is good, exactly the way I had expected it to be. Maybe there was reason for some things to happen. And those some things I mean were some low phases where you just feel lost, undecisive, anxious, fearful about many situations. Yes you are right! I was going through such a low phase for more than a month. And this was the major reason I shifted back to my hometown.

I couldn’t really believe during that time whatever was happening. I never had such a long tough time ever which would affect my mental as well as my physical health. I wondered what was wrong! I could not understand if my brain was trying to chase something or my heart was stuck up with something. When I say this, everyone immediately start thinking about relationship issues and all. It isn’t their fault because at this age the major problems a youngster suffers are relationships. But I never suffered from anything of that kind. Homesickness, anxiety, emotional triggers were something very uncommon for a girl who had successfully spent her 5 complete years in a new city away from her home, away from her parents. What happened now? It was just my own MIND GAMES!

I don’t really know how many of you have faced this issue. Your mind starts imagining things which do not even exist in present and then you start feeling anxious, upset, fearful. This can be imagining about future and getting anxious, recollecting certain incidences from past (months or years ago) and feeling depressed. Yes, I went through such things. Eventually somehow it started affecting my physical health as well. I had insomniac nights, was unable to eat food and to my wonder I didn’t even feel like eating what I always like, had weight loss, anxiety which led to palpitations. I tried pushing a week or two, tried meditation, exercise to divert my mind but could see no change! You won’t believe but I had stopped writing. I realized this wasn’t me and decided to work on myself.

This entire phase taught me many things; not about life or world around but about myself and my health. Our mind is such a magical thing! We can imagine, perceive, think, feel so many emotions and what not. And this is how, it plays all the games. It took me much more time to come out of this phase. I still doubt if I have completely come out of the same. Every phase has it’s own way of teaching some or the other lesson. A few months ago I had different thoughts, different phase and now they are different. But ultimately I learnt loving all these phases and I learnt loving myself even more today. Caring for my body but before that my mental healthcare is now my priority. And I would like to convey this to you all too. Mental health and physical health are equally vital.

May month is considered as mental health awareness month and so I thought of sharing this story of mine with you all! To read more quotes on mental health don’t forget to follow my Instagram page Natasha Tungare. And yes now I promise to be regular with my blog;)

Country’s True Love

I’m not writing this representing a particular country. I’m not writing this thinking about my own people. This is for each one of you!

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Sometimes I feel how badly I have to adjust in my hostel life,
Then I remember our soldiers who not just have to adjust but adapt to everything they face

Sometimes I feel how homesick I’m, being away from parents,
Then I remember our soldiers who leave their families with least expectations of returning back

Sometimes I feel I’ve too many difficulties in my life,
Then I remember our soldiers who fight each day to keep our nation away from difficulties

Sometimes I feel so stressful with my work and day to day schedule
Then I remember our soldiers guarding us everyday so that we live a stress-free life

Sometimes I feel so irritated when I’m unable to complete my sleep
Then I remember our soldiers who spend sleepless nights to protect us

Sometimes I feel like celebrating all occasions with family
Then I remember our soldiers celebrating every moment with their motherland…

We wake up safe each day. We walk and drive safe each day. Every day we feel that we are in safe hands. And the credits to our protection goes to our soldiers who thrive day and night serving their motherland.

Do something to show love to your motherland! Do something to devote to your soldiers!

The Veiled Face…

The depth in her dark jet black eyes
Her bright smile hiding painful lies
In this lonely world whom she could call
And her veil had to conceal it all

Owning up her own mistakes
Without letting anymore heartbreaks
Her guilts she owned them all
Though her veil had to conceal it all

Boiling blood in her red vein
Raging thoughts in her tiny brain
Holding in anger, standing so tall
Yet her veil had to conceal it all

Who knew what her heart spoke
Who knew the way her mind evoked
Her face could have expressed it all
Yet the veil had to conceal it all

There are so many around you who are walking with a smile, hiding their true emotions. At times you are also one of those. And it becomes difficult to express out. That masked face of yours is always hiding in the veil.

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Another Change… Chapter 2019

A year ago exactly at the same time when I had written this poem As Clock Strikes 12 I had so many different things in mind. Someone has truly said that “The person you were, the person you are and the person you will be are three different people.”

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It’s just few minutes left for 2018 to end! And here begins the another change! The very beginning of 2019… I know 2018 was full of experiences, challenges, happiness, grief and much more. But most importantly we all had our amazing learning experiences in this journey. We all learn!! And yes, I had many ups and downs, twists and turns too. So chill! You aren’t the only one.

Through this enroute I learnt a lot about myself, about my life and other’s as well. One year changes a lot within you, isn’t it? I remember a year ago I was writing in my diary, making 2018 Goals and Resolutions. I did achieve some of them, wasn’t much consistent in many, though I have tried giving my best. Something more important was that I made mistakes and I learnt from those. I learnt being selfless, I learnt doing things for others and helping others without expectations, I learnt that different people have different psychologies, I learnt about acceptance and being nonjudgmental. And if I sit making entire list, there are uncountable things I learnt the entire year.

My college life to my internship postings, my hostel life to my life living in a flat, my student life to my life being a doctor, everything had it’s own way of teaching me that time passes. I love this quote, “Do not give up on your dreams just because of the time it will take to accomplish. Time shall pass anyway.” I changed as my mindset changed, my thoughts changed. And I realized that the change is always for good.

Share your experiences about last year, what did you learn? Good or bad, anything. Eagerly waiting to listen to them all!

The Tiny Souls

When we hear this word “kids” we have the image of that cute, chubby, little face in our minds. And yes who doesn’t like these little fellas? But there are some of these souls who are neglected by the world sometimes. Yet these are the ones who teach us a lot. Today why suddenly am I writing about this? I had been interning in pediatric department and that’s where I found that how beautifully these small lovable kids teach us about life! That pure heart and those innocent emotions. Not only did I learn about treating kids confidently but also about how do I add value to their lives and mine as well.

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I remember an incident of around 6 years ago. There was a 13 year old champ in our residential apartment who had cerebral palsy ( a disorder affecting a child due to some birth abnormalities and other reasons). People in the colony used to state that he is mentally retarded, he has behavioural issues and things like that without even having any knowledge about the condition. All other families in my area used to keep their kids away from this champ. Why? Is being a special child a taboo? We are living in 21st century where we assume people to be more accepting and open minded. If you cannot teach your own kid to accept and socialize with these beautiful creatures, the stigma will stay in their minds forever. Sometimes we can’t blame them as the previous generations also weren’t much aware about these.

Yes, I did make mistakes here, I did go wrong while treating these little kids but most importantly I learnt. Being here made me realize that these special creatures are someone who teach us to live and love our own lives flawlessly. They aren’t apart from us but a part of us. We complain about so many things the entire day. We get irritated, frustrated just because things don’t happen the way we want them to. But we fail to realize that finally we have everything we had once prayed for. And here I learnt to be grateful for everything!

Do you know the best thing about these champs? They never need sympathy from the world. They are in their own small, unbiased lovely world! And, if you really want to feel what these kids feel, just make an attempt to enter their little world and you will realized how beautiful it is:)

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Hospital- Teaching and Preaching

Keep your eyes and ears open and you will get to learn a lot from your environment around!!!

When you are working at a place for really long, you somehow get attached to that place. And yes, for me this place was nothing but HOSPITALS. Being in medical field, hospitals have already taught me a lot. Yeah you might have never heard someone loving hospitals, ofcourse not, but for doctors these hospitals are as good as their second homes. I cannot even describe how much these patients have taught me. Medical students often learn hands-on on patients but I’ve learnt something beyond that. They have taught me how to LIVE LIFE!! Sounds strange isn’t? How can someone who himself is on deathbed teach me about living life?

We keep cribbing about small mishaps each day. We never value the people who are always there for us and that’s our own family. We hardly give time to our family. Your family is going to be with you when you are in ICU and no one else! When I see those tearful eyes of mother who’s besides her unconscious son on ventilator, that’s when I realize how grateful I’m for everything. When you listen to the painful life stories of such patients, you suddenly realize that your problems are too small, infact insignificant.

People often ask me how can you not get angry? How can you stay so calm always? When I look back I realize I’m not the same person I was around 4 years ago. This maturity, peaceful mind, gratitude, kindness is all because of the experiences I had. As I always say “Life is all about experiences. Some are good some are bad. Either ways you learn” and hospitals and patients are a reason for me to have this change.

Do you know the story of Gautam Buddha? King Siddharth Gautam once while visiting his kingdom saw death of a person and the grief of his family heading towards funeral, he saw a beggar begging for food which is a basic need, he saw a widow carrying her little baby in arms wandering completely helpless. And that impact of all this was so much hurtful to him that he left his throne and kingdom and started helping and serving people. He became spiritual. I just gave the most minor jist of the story but point being there are people around who have faced more, suffered more, cried more. Think about them and your problems suddenly seem tiny.

One painful experience can completely change you and your perception towards the world! We all aren’t saints but we can do our part to serve the society.

Her broken wall

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Long ago the world she was in
Giggling and smiling, Dancing and singing
Forests and rains, clouds and mountains
Were all her escapes
Thou shan’t know where she belongs
Thou shan’t make out to her secret walls
Those strings of bonds
With no meaning at all
Her fearless soul breaking em all
And here she is
On the realistic moronic land
Screaming and shivering, weeping and yelling
Nowhere to run, nowhere to escape
All just vanished on one gloomy day
She needs thy arms to hold
She shouts for thy soul to feel
She realized when she saw her broken wall
That she doesn’t belong to this world at all

-NATASHA

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