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THE PHOTOGRAPHER

THE PHOTOGRAPHER

I have been pathetically camera conscious for most part of my life. The moment I know someone is taking my picture, I tend to stiffen, I don’t know where to look, and I smile weirdly. It’s not hard to guess the end result. The awkwardness 

HNY!!!

HNY!!!

When I was growing up, the new year meant sending and receiving greeting cards to and from friends and family. For over a month, the postman would continue to deliver bundles of actual greetings almost daily. As a child, it was most exciting to receive 

THE TRAIN TRAVAILS

THE TRAIN TRAVAILS

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

Mumbai locals…. Rightly known as the lifeline of this city of dreams. Mumbai will not be Mumbai, if it were not for its local train network. For some, it’s a necessity and for others more privileged, it’s a choice. But no one can challenge the fact, that in this bustling city which is forever bursting at its seams, it is the fastest way to commute from one part of the city to another.

I take the train off and on to work. Especially on days when I am running behind schedule (which is quite often ?), it helps me to make up on the lost time. It also helps me to relax mentally and catch up on my reading, thanks to all the wonderful apps on my phone. Many a times, I just sit by the window-side and observe all the hustle and bustle around me. It’s true that every train has a life of its own. Most fellow passengers are usually immersed in their phones and many a times, I catch people smiling to themselves or letting out a small laugh. Despite being as public as transport can get, Mumbai locals can sometimes also be the most private place to shed a tear or two. In Mumbai, space may be lacking in the literal sense, but people do know when to give you space.

Mumbai locals are also busy centres for business. Especially the ladies’ compartments. Everything that can make a working woman’s life better, is available on the train. There are women selling all kinds of things, from cut vegetables to kitchen-ware to innerwear! The other day, a middle-aged lady walked in with two huge bags full of Indian Kurtas for women. Very neat, decent quality and most importantly reasonably priced. No wonder she was an instant hit. There is no better delight for a woman than shopping for new clothes and especially if they are economically priced. In no time, the mundane phones went inside the bags and there was a kurta in almost everyone’s hand. Some were marvelling at the designs, the others bargaining for a better price, some in a tearing hurry as they had to get down at the next station. Almost everyone bought something and when it was time to pay, this lady who was selling the clothes just gave them her phone number and asked them to pay through their Google pay accounts whenever they could. Almost half of the ladies got off at the next station with their latest purchase. Some of them had paid and some hadn’t yet. They all had her number.

I was watching as a bystander this whole time. After the train started moving, I couldn’t resist asking her if any of her customers defaulted on paying her. I was pleasantly surprised when she said that never has, she been cheated of her money. She sells to strangers on a new train every day. She lets them take the goods and trusts that they will make the payment eventually and invariably, by the end of the day, her books are in a good shape. While I did understand that it was a good marketing strategy, but it also came with a risk. The risk of being cheated and her trust being broken. For the last three days I cannot stop thinking about my conversation with her. This lady who had nothing much in the name of savings, who sold cheap clothes out of a plastic bag, on a local train, to make a living, made a conscious choice to “trust” people.

It is sad that today, trusting people is considered as a character trait that needs a trimming. Trusting others is considered foolhardy and naïve. We all want others to trust us but we find it difficult to return the favour. As a doctor, I know the value of trust. The most serious of ailments can be cured if the patient trusts the doctor. Lack of trust today is the biggest issue not only in healthcare but in every stratum of life. It makes us insecure, edgy and self-centred. Sadly, we teach our children the same things.

Trust is the most essential part of every relationship. We need to trust people to be able to sustain the most basic necessities in life. We trust that the food we eat, will lead to good health, we trust that houses we stay in will protect us from harm, we trust that the air we breathe in, will keep us alive. Most importantly, we need to trust people around us. Believe it or not, given a chance, majority proves to be trustworthy. If only we started with trusting just one more person every day, this world would be a better place and we would all feel more free.

To live, is to trust. And it is a choice, just like the one made by the cloth seller on the train!

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

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THE YELLOW CANDY

THE YELLOW CANDY

©️ Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker He saw me standing lost in my thoughts, He noticed that I didn’t ask for a coffee today, His old experienced eyes perceived that I was not my usual self, He waited for the moment when I would look at 

THE EXPERIENCED DOCTOR

THE EXPERIENCED DOCTOR

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker This morning as I was getting ready to go to the hospital, I looked in the mirror and a streak of grey hair caught my attention. I paused for a moment and a bittersweet emotion passed through me. As a doctor, 

DOWN THE MEMORY LANE

DOWN THE MEMORY LANE

My father is known in the family for his humongous collection of stamps and rare first day covers. All through my childhood, I waited for the day when he would pass this precious collection to his first born child, which is obviously me! Well, as dear as I am to my father, his stamp collection must have been dearer to him, for I am well into my middle age, and the stamps are nowhere near my reach.

So, while I kept eyeing the stamps of my father, I took up another hobby in my childhood, and that was to collect match box covers. A bit of a downgrade when compared to stamps, but I did manage to collect more than 400 different matchbox covers over the years. And today, while surfing the net, I came across the attached picture, and it brought back a flood of memories. Memories of my accomplice who helped me to acquire such a large collection. He would ensure that every matchbox cover that he found on his way to our home would reach me intact. I would wait eagerly every evening to see him in anticipation of adding a new cover to my collection.

Radhe Baba was 85 years old. He was not related to us in any way, but he kind of adopted us as his family. My mother would always save a meal for him, and he seemed to love her cooking. He was the most rocking old man I have ever come across. As a World War two veteran, he received a meager pension from the government off and on and had no worldly possessions. But somehow, he always managed to smoke his bidi and get a new set of dhoti and jacket once in 6 months. Every winter, he would fall terribly sick, and we would worry for his life. Come spring, and he would spring back to life like a lark. Every Republic Day, he would save the packet of laddoos for my sister and me. Somehow, those always tasted better than the ones given to us in school. He was known as the jugaad king. When no one in the city could get a job done, he would get it done by hook or by crook.

My parents relied on him a lot and would leave us home under his watch while they were travelling. And come what may, he would not budge from our main gate until they came back.

Well, life went on. I got into medicine and would visit home twice a year. I loved to see him every time I visited home. It has been more than 25 years now, but he remains etched in my memory forever.

In our lives, we connect with many people who bring a lot of joy to us without any expectations. He was one such person. He had no immediate family, but to us, he was more than family. I don’t have the matchbox collection anymore, nor do I have a picture of his. However, he was a cherished part of my childhood. He indirectly taught me that it takes very little to be happy and lead a content life. All we need is to care a little for each other, and that leaves us with memories to cherish for a lifetime.

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

Best Bariatric Surgeon in Mumbai, India

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GRATITUDE

GRATITUDE

©️Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker I love sitting around in the surgical lounge for a bit after the surgery is over. It is usually here that we end up meeting our colleagues and have some light banter. We talk about this and that and then get 

“FOLLOW YOUR HEART”, NO…. “LET THE HEART FOLLOW YOU ❤️”

“FOLLOW YOUR HEART”, NO…. “LET THE HEART FOLLOW YOU ❤️”

©️ Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker “Follow your heart and it will lead you to the right place!” This is the advice that I have been doling out to my colleagues and juniors for as long as I can remember. This has been my own mantra 

Learn to just be

Learn to just be

LEARN TO JUST BE

Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

It fills me with wonder when I look at the sky,
Its a beautiful blue as far as I can see with my eye,
Rays of the glowing sun peep through the clouds with silver lining,
And pretty birds soar as high as they can fly in the sky,

The sun, the clouds and the birds, the sky is in love with them all.

I envy you O’ sky because you are so everloving and hopeful that you can….. just be.

It fills me with wonder as I look at the tall mountain,
Who lets the river flow through it and give the gift of life,
To the seed that will grow eventually into a beautiful tree.
The mountain is effortless as it gives space to the river to flow and the tree to grow.

I envy you O’ mountain because you are so magnanimous….you can…. just be……

It fills me with wonder as I look at the tiny flower,
That dares to grow in the bed of grass,
A bright yellow in all its beauty,
Not afraid of being trampled along and crushed by this world,

I envy you O’ flower because you couldn’t care less and you can dare to …..just be…..

It fills me with wonder sometimes when I look at me,
Hope and love are what I want to be,
The gift of life is precious, but sometimes I falter,
And run in this race to get ahead of the unknown.
Life is short, and I need to make an effort to get away from the cacophony and get above the noise,
To find some peace, and learn to ….. just be.

Dr. Aparna Govil Bhasker

MY REFLECTIONS ON THE SEASIDE

MY REFLECTIONS ON THE SEASIDE

Endearing is the innocence of childhood that believes in the pure joy of creating castles of sand. Children don’t get demotivated when these castles are washed away by the waves of the sea. It is inspiring to see their enthusiasm about making another one the