Gähpw ck-I-c-amb " Sorry '
F¶ `mK-¯n amÀjn\v
]änb Hcp Aa-fnsb
Ipdn¨v ]d-bp-¶p-ïv. CSXp
-h-i-¯n-\p ]I-cw h-e-Xp-h
-i-¯v ikv{X-{Inb sNbvX
tijw Dïmb A_-²
-s¯-¡p-dn¨v tcmKn-bpsS
ap¼n Ip¼-km-c-¯n-s\
-¯nb tUmIvS-tdmSv interior
designer IqSn Bb tcmKn
]dª adp-]Sn {it²-b-
am-Wv:
"I quite understand," he then
said. "I put in fitted kitchens for a
trade. I once put one in back to
front. It's easily done. Just promise
me you'll do the right side as soon
as possible."
Do No Harm þse Aneurysm
F¶ `mK-¯nse Hcp
hnh-cWw {i²n-¡mw.
Once, when walking down the
main theatre corridor, I had had
a brief view through the small
port-hole window of the
neurosurgical theatre's door of a
naked woman, anaesthetised, her
head completely shaven, sitting
bolt upright on a special operating
table. An elderly and immensely
tall neurosurgeon, his face hidden
by a surgical face mask and a
complicated headlight fixed to his
head, was standing beside her.
With enormous hands, he was
painting her bare scalp with dark
brown iodine antiseptic.
CXv hmbn-¨m Hcp
slmdÀ kn\n-a-bnse cwKw
t]mse tXm¶p-¶ntÃ
F¶v tUmIvSÀ Xs¶
tNmZn-¡p-¶p.
sl\vdn amÀjnsâ
cïm-as¯ ]pkvX-I-amb
AUvan-j³kv (2017) Â
tPmen-bn \n¶pw hnc-an-¨
-tijw GsXms¡ taJ-e
-I-fn {]hÀ¯n-¡m³
Xm¸-cy-s¸-Sp¶p F¶
-Xns\ Ipdn¨v {][m-\-ambpw
]d-bp-¶p-ïv. HmIvkvt^m
-Unse {]IrXnca-Wo-b
-amb Hcp {]tZ-i-¯nse
XSm-I-¯n-¶-cn-In Hcp
hoSv ]Wn-bp-¶Xpw t\¸m
-fn DÅ kplr-¯n-t\m-
sSm¸w {]mIvSokv sN¿p
-¶Xpw Hcp kmln-Xy-Im-c
sâ ]mS-h-t¯msS tUmIv
SÀ Ah-X-cn-¸n-¡p-¶p.
As death approaches, our sense
of self can start to disintegrate.
Some psychologists and
philosophers maintain that this
sense of self, of being coherent
individuals free to make choices, is
little more than a title page to the
great musical score of our
subconscious, a score with many
obscure, often dissonant voices.
Much of what we think of as real is
a form of illusion, a consoling fairy
story created by our brains to make
sense of the myriad stimuli from
inside and outside us, and of the
unconscious mechanics and
impulses of our brains.
70 \½p-sS B-tcm-Kyw | sk]v-äw_À 2017
AUvan-j-³knse
amÀjnsâ Iaâpw
ck-I-c-amWv: As I say to my
juniors, when you make a stupid
mistake, pick your patient carefully.
sl\vdn amÀjnsâ
\nco-iz-c-hmZw Hcp
sNdn-b J-Þn-IbnÂ
HXp-¡p-¶p-ïv. C¯cw
Fgp¯v At±-l-¯nsâ
sXfn_p²n-bpsS sXfnhpw
IY-\-I-e-bpsS ssh`-hhpw
hmb-\-¡mÀ¡v \ÂIp-¶p.
.....I never believed in god, not
even for a moment. At one
morning service in Abbey I
remember seeing the school bursar
- a retired air commodore praying.
He was kneeling opposite me on
the other side of the gilded choir
stalls. There was a look of the most
terrible pain and pleading on his
face. He disappeared from the
school shortly afterwards and I
heard later that he had died from
cancer.
Cu DZm-l-c-W-amWv
amÀ-jns³d "tUmIvS-sd
-gp¯n's\ hyXy-kvX-am-¡p
-¶-Xv.