Tuesday, September 26, 2017

Call The Plumber..

Call the Plumber..

By

 Vivek Hande 

 

Blessed are the folks who clear their bowels clean and satisfactorily in one go and are happy and light the rest of the day...

 This is not a frivolous statement . Constipation is serious matter and affects large numbers of people and can spoil your day and make your existence miserable. Especially in a gut-centric  society like ours , it is very important to get this matter sorted  to its logical conclusion!  I have many patients who have varying degrees of this problem  and life does seem to revolve around this issue for better or worse...
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
I am an honorary member of this club and I have many patients who try their own brand of remedies and pass it on for the benefit of others .  There is a grizzly old veteran who has tried everything under the sun and moon . He told me once that the amount spent on his laxatives over the years was probably more than the GDP of Finland and Hungary put together.  Another retired senior Government Official  told me that he is redecorating his toilet. He told me that since I was not really helping his cause and he continued to spend about four hours in the toilet each day he was planning some changes . He said he had installed a  1.5 Ton Air – Conditioner and a 42 inch LCD Television in the loo. He was seriously considering arranging a Mini- Bar too...
 








 Another lady told me that  with the amount she had invested in Prunes and Flax and Sesame  seeds and Lemon juice with coriander; warm water with honey ;  cold tea with molasses and a million other remedies , she could have bought a flat in Cuffe Parade,Mumbai! Another gentleman told me that none of my prescribed medicines helped him much – he said all the Lactulose and Dulcolax and Liquid Paraffin in the world had not helped him. He told me that on my  insistence he had stepped  up his fiber  and fruit intake each day and half his pension was being spent on the enhanced fiber intake but to no avail. He also told me that he was almost feeling like a fruit orchard himself.He did tell me that he had finally found his own cost effective remedy and that was helping him enormously. He was a changed man and looked extremely chirpy the last time he visited me. I believe his secret recipe which he strongly urged me to pass on to others was to listen to 'The Rolling Stones' at full blast at  5AM. He insisted it produced dramatic and explosive results within half hour!

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
It can affect  ones’ day and behaviour and outlook and many behave in a very unpredictable manner if one is not happy with the “output”. I had a colleague who would not attend classes in the morning because he was suffering from a sense of ‘incomplete evacuation’ till mid morning. I had another colleague whose behaviour was the gauge to his bowel movements. The days he had done well in the loo would translate into cheerful banter and coffee and Samosas for his staff.  On the not so productive mornings , he would be grumpy and crabby and make  everyone around him miserable too.  

There was yet another unhappy gent who asked me if it was all about tubes and the intestines being like coiled up pipes ,why is it that we could not take some tips from the plumber and set the plumbing right. Sadly , there are somethings which help and some which don’t; some who do well and some who do not inspite of all concerted efforts.



Then of course , there is another entity which has nothing to do with the gut. And as  John Ottesen is said to have famously remarked,” Some people are just mentally constipated and could use a brain enema”  And that is an infinitely more difficult entity to treat and is almost beyond any form of known therapy!!
 

 

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Takhti Chu; Dosa, Idlis & Other Stories


Takhti-Chu ; Dosa , Idli and other stories..

By

Vivek Hande

Quite often , a thought or an image or a memory is linked with a place in ones’ mind. Every time I tuck into a Dosa or an Idli with fresh Chutney or steaming hot Sambar, I am transported to Bhutan!


It was a very long time ago – nearly two and a half decades; I used to often travel between these two places on work. The road was picturesque and the view from each window frame, a picture post card. The road was winding and often had you quite literally, at the edge of the seat. The hills were green and one could smell the fresh, crisp, bracing Himalayan air. There would be friendly children and women returning from wood –gathering waving you along. The distance between Phuentsholing and Thimpu was about 170 kilometers and the distance took about seven hours on the road.



The Bhutanese were and perhaps still are the simplest and the happiest people on earth. Warm and friendly; outgoing and affectionate- they were very easy to get along with and make friends. Those were the days when there was no internet and cell phones and one still had to rely on enquiries along the way to figure out where the meal break was to be. I am a vegetarian and was not much of an adventurer those days in matters gastronomic.  The Bhutanese were famous for Jasha Maroo(spicy chicken) and Phaksha Paa( pork with red chillies) and Ema Datshi(Chillies  and cheese). A couple of hours along the route, I was getting a trifle hungry. I stopped to enquire about the possibility of some food along the way. Through a bit of sign language, I realized that some food was on offer about another half hour along the road.



Almost mid – way, a place called Takhti – Chu, was home to a canteen run by a retired Malayalee ex – serviceman. A basic and functional canteen; no frills and fancy stuff.  The smell of fresh hot steaming Sambar wafting through the Himalayan air! I could not believe it. That is a sight which has remained imprinted in my mind forever- several Bhutanese men and women attired in typical Gho and Kira, sitting on the wooden tables and tucking into the softest Idlis and the crispest Dosas and enjoying the several types of chutneys to go with it. I don’t think I have enjoyed a Dosa or an Idli more than that day sitting on the bench under an overcast Bhutan sky, breathing in the unpolluted Himalayan air and sharing the table with an elderly Bhutanese couple!


I did the trip several times over the next few months and a stop at Takhti- Chu was inevitable. But for the rest of my life , whenever it is Dosa or Idli , it brings back memories of that my first pit stop at Takhti-Chu…