Forefathers (ROOTS)

Well, now that i am getting married ( for better or for worse ) i will have to endure the meticulous Hindu rituals as directed by my family seniors. Out of so many rituals, today is a ceremony called BIDDHI (Remembering and respectful offerings to my Forefathers). This was interesting because today i came to know their names. The list goes somewhat like this ( in an order going back to my forefathers ) :

1) Dr Anupam Dutta ( Me)
2) Adv Ashim Kumar Dutta ( Father )
3) Late Dr Haripada Dutta ( Grand father )
4) Late Rash Mohan Dutta ( Great grand father )
5) Late Leducharan Dutta ( Grt Grt Grand Father )
6) Late Kamal Kanta Dutta ( Forefather )
7) Late Ram Kanai Dutta ( Forefather )
8) Late Ram Jai Dutta ( Forefather )

Till my great grand father Late Rash Mohan Dutta, they lived in Kamarkhara, Swarna gram, Vikrampur pargana, Dhaka District ( then undivided India, now Bangladesh ). My Grand Father was first to come and settle in Dibrugarh town where we still stay.

Suddenly i realized that the Y Chromosome that i have is exactly the same as that of my forefathers, not to mention about most of my genes. So in a way, i have a part of all of them in myself. Feels spiritual......



Late Dr Haripada Dutta
My Grand Father



Late Anupama Dutta
My Grand Mother

Zindegi na milegi dobara

I wanted to see Delly Belly by my girlfriend wanted to see Hritwick Roshan, and so we ended up in " Zindegi na milegi Dobara ". I stay in barpeta which is still coming out of its medeval feudal/communal mindset and hence sitting in a multiplex with my girlfriend and munchin on popcorn and pepsi, i had nothing to complain..... but still the movie failed to leave a mark on me. I felt like dil chahta hai part 2, only realeased much later so that people dont remember part 1....didnt work for me. As far as hritwick,s roman god body ( and farhans body also ) my girlfriend always nags me on going for jogging and situps/workouts to evaporate my tummy....... so it was a little irritating when she watched the screen and then gave me the look which said it all.I sometimes think that if i could tell her about bipasha, katrena etc,etc..she would start a mahabharat. Anyways, leaving behind the physical part there were some moments of magic like when they went deep sea diving or paraglyding and we all felt ( at least i felt ) that is a life worth leaving.....the best part of the movie or the best thing about the movie was the name..... simply renouncing the hindu mithology of afterbirth and saying it on the face that this is your first and last chance to live so just LIVE LIFE to the fullest. Spot on.

HEROES

Heroes are not born in Kryptonie and sent to the earth, nor are they born after a spider bite in a museum. Heroes are born out of ordinary men in extraordinary times. In times of extreme pressure only a few can stand and inspire the rest to be there. I happen to witness a few such Heroes during the last 14 days. We started by supporting another fight but ended up fighting it alone. The leaders no doubt were the back bone of this agitation but the volunteers who had came forward to sit in the hunger strike were the one who pumped the blood in all the members of the association in the 51 hours, which they survived without food. How far this agitation was successful in yielding fruits will be known in the times to come, but the bravery with which the battle was fought needs to be saluted. The involvement was widespread and tremendous. At times it became more emotional than a 8 PM "Saas Bahu" serial and at times exiting like a India-Australia 20-20 cricket match. There were critics and supporters alike but no one failed to stand united in the face of any challenge. A hero was beginning to be born in each and every member of the association. The spirit of this united group of members have won. I recall a poem written by one such hero way back in 2005 "White coat angel" in this moment as I see him fight, fast and fearlessly come forward for the cause of the mass. I am inspired and I hope others were also.

Vagus soul

songs of solitude in the ruins of the past
in a life that runs very fast
and nothing really lasts
and we all wear faces of plastic cast
so let me paint the canvas now fast
before memories are lost in rust
for i should remember just
what it ment to be me ............

CAMP

17th January 2000. That was when we all met for the first time. IS, Kallu, GKP, Raja and Mama ( thats me ).We were stuck in this holy profession of Health service since then. Little did we know that this long and demanding profession started with an even more boaring and hectic training in the Medical College.But what we gained was our frienship.

First year was our Embriology (the science of growing embryo) in this college and our friendship. Classes felt like latin,French, Gothic..... We were busy looking at and dreaming about our female classesmates. Gaurav was most handsome and had most sutors, thin to fat, fair to dark. IS ( Ishankur Saikia alis Invisible after Sunset) was all wise about the female fetale and warned us about the devilish nature of this gender. Raja gave a Damn and SHIT. He was just interested in Tiranga, pan masala and a good time. Me and kalu knew that we had to work hard for that impression. We tried our best to impress girls and ended up impressing them into being their best friends, so much so that they would discuss which guy they had a crush on. Kalu even had the reputation of being that guy with the lucky charm, a friendship with whom got girls to meet with the man of their dreams ( only, kalu was not their man of dreams but some one else !! ).

Slowly we realised that we had one thing in common. We were lazy. We bunked classes from 1 pm onwards, to come to CAMP. That was my room. It was an wooden room built by my great grand father where we used to watch movies and ate food/junk. We also played cards, poker and 29 was our favorites. We smoked , chatted, laughed for hours. Our weekend started on friday and continued till monday. We practically had 3 days in a week (tuesday, wednesday and thursday).

As days went by, we changed. IS was the first one to have a girlfriend and engagement. Gavrav became repulsive towords girls and became semi - monk. I learnt from my mistakes to commit the next mistake with a little more class. Kalu got the blessings of all the girls who meet their soulmate because of him.He still hopes that one day things will change for him. Raja upgraded from tiranga to Rajnigandha. He still gives a fcuk about girls.

IS is a budding surgon with the same impatience he had for food and movies. Gaurav who devotes his energy in staying awake for the least possible period of day has chosen the microscope to be the laziest pathologist in the face of this planet. Raja is the anasthesist in Kanpur who will inject anyone with hypnotics if they bug him. His mother is busy searching girls/brides for him though he still gives a **** ( you know what). Kalu is in Delhi. He has the most work experience and no girl. He still dreams of Manisha Koirala. I am blogging so you can guess how busy i am. Am in my final year of MD Medicine and am dying to get out of College.

On 5/5/2005 we made a promice to have a get-together on 10/10/2010. Am looking forward ....... To have a cheers "TO CAMP".

Mystery that you were

Mystery that you were
have been so

since we met.......

Secret that you were

have been so

still today......

Passion that you were

have been so

till when shall i say.........

Prayer that you were

have been so

unknowingly every day........

Pain that you were

have been so

more with every breath........

Love that you were

have been so

not a grain less......

ECG "Toaaaaaa de Pooaaaaa"

Well the Indian Society if Electrocardiography held a workshop in Guwahati where reputed Indian Dons of ECG had come to teach and conduct an exam there after on this subject. I was lucky enough to be part of a team selected from Dibrugarh to attend this workshop. It meant free travel, free food & accommodation in a 'some' star hotel and an excellent workshop on ECG. Never thought that ECG could reveal so much.
We also had a great fun, Debrajda was made the scapegoat management supervisor of the gang and named CAPTAIN. He was at the receiving end of all the jokes but digested it with "Honour and Glory" of a Scottish Blond. A new terminology for impending danger was discovered. Torsade de Pointes ( a condition of extreme emergency characterized by QT prolongation and named after a French ornament that resembles the ECG finding of this condition ) pronounced as 'Toosaad de Pooaaaaaaa'. For us it became Toaaaa de Pooaaaaaa. Our ECG exam was a total toaaaa de pooaaaa and our return journey was delayed as we lost track of time while shopping. So the journey after dinner to catch the Bus was also a toaaaa de pooaaaa. I with one of my friends saw the movie "Angels & Demons". It was great...... the Vatican had the toaaaaa de pooaaaaaa of its lifetime, at least in the movie. I also met one of my senior, who ( a Registrar in my college, transfered to Guwahati few months ago ) had married recently. He gave me a word of advice after congratulating me when he came to know that i have finally found a girlfriend. He said " marriage is a total loss of money and time..... but u need to get it over with". Seems like he had some serious toaaaaa de pooaaaaa during his marriage.
All the fun ended with the weekend and am back to my room now(Monday morning). Have to go to ward again...... this is when it starts again for me and my friends in Medicine Department. What else ? Toaaaaa de Pooaaaaaa.........

P.S. today evening when I went to the ICCU to call the ECG technician to do an ECG of a patient in our ward I serendipitously saw the first Torsade de Pointes patient of my life. A young female of 30 yrs was being given DC cardioversion repeatedly for Toaaaa de Pooaaaaaa which she developed after getting Magnesium sulphate. I guess I will never fail to diagnose a Toaaaa de Pooaaaaa now........