Doctor N, has been A’s pediatrician. He is one of the best doctors I have met. Polite, kind and doesn’t prescribe a big list of medicines. As A grew up and we had an office doctor to consult with, we had not visited him for the past five years or so. But then the immunization injections A had to take had to be administered by a pediatrician. Only they have the license to store them.
I gave him a call a few days back and he remembered us. It felt really good. He remembered A’s health and enquired about his asthma. After a few shots of injections last month, we visited him today for the last leg before his travel.
This time I had also taken the emergency medicines that A needs during his stay. A did not expect me to bring it along. He was startled.
A: Ma, why did you bring these medicines. I don’t think I need them all.
Me: Just to make sure you are taking the right medicines, da.
The doctor chimed in….
Dr: Good she got it. You need them, A.Saying, he wrote a prescription for the medicines. “It is because she is a mother she thinks two steps ahead. You will understand these feelings when you have your own children,” he added.
A: I won’t have kids, doc. They are troublesome.
The doctor nodded understandingly and said, “Lets see!”
I envisage him carrying his one year old kid to Doctor N, ten years hence.
“I won’t have kids,” A said after the consulate visit. What has a consulate visit got to do with having kids, I wondered.
“I saw a kid throwing the i-pad away at the consulate. Kids these days are pampered technologically. Too many gadgets have to be bought to keep them happy.” he said.
I thought of his father.
Dear one, I know it is cruel to say this.
Every time I call you “sweetheart,”
I know you are a diabetic.
The heart of a mother will lean towards the child who is living away.
Two Language Poetry
Having filled the evening breeze with their sweet fragrance,
the Spanish Cherries~ அணிவித்தது தார் சாலைகளுக்கு வகுளாபரணம்.
Translated the other way
மாலை காற்றை மகிழ்வித்து மணந்த மகிழம்பூ
garlanded the streets with their flowers.
Death is the flower that has lost its fragrance. The soul soars to freedom, having planted enough memories for others to tend.
The old house with long thin cracks and open windows, like those wise eyes smiling through wrinkles.
Whom should I vote for?
Party A has destroyed the nation. Party B has destroyed the state.
The other parties have no credible leaders.
Whom should I vote for? Independent candidate with a parrot symbol?
That guy will side the party that is seeking majority to form the government. Politicians are a bunch of cheats, born to destroy the nation, I tell you.