Giving a form to the thoughts...thats called writing, isn’t it????...it cant be obsessive nor can it be compulsive.. May be when the vessel gets full, May be when the space cant expand, May be when the collisions it cant withstand anymore...it gets sort of toppled and off ....it goes, in an amateurish try....
Have u ever heard of Walking on water???...yes, Some of you must have, in keeping with the way the humans are taking on technology head on n modifying nature and its ethos. But im not talking about any such technologic fantasy and am rather saying it in a ‘petty’ kind of way when i say that “We did it long back!!!”...Surprised???? Anyways, by this ‘We’ i mean, me and a bunch of kids and by this ‘Walking on water’ this bunch meant...when we returned from school...we had to cross a river which gets so shallow in the dry parts of the year, so that we could wade through on foot to the home side. And among all sizes in the bunch, my favourite was Anil. Why?...well..it was obvious, only to me though....he was the tallest of the lot, and used to carry few of the metrically lesser developed ones on his shoulders at places where the water was not so shallow and the most eager of the ones to climb up his trunk was me, as i have to admit that i absolutely hated water...forget its depths!!!!...On a fateful afternoon, yes i will use the word ‘fateful’ straightaway without holding it back any further, as thats probably the only way my memory folders have saved it....few out of the bunch went into the diving mode....but instants later i found out that Anil was missing!!!....then the immediate events that followed are sort of hazy in retrieval and thus are worth a skip, but later what i remember that i went to his house once. I saw him lie flat on the bed with his hands and feet still as a log of wood and his gaze fixed as if he was keenly following some spider somewhere in the ceiling...but his eyes..dry as paper..
Though it didn’t need any pacifying but still i remember my parents explaining me that he had got some kind of paralysis from neck down due to hitting his head on sand and is likely to never walk again!!!!...though i cant say whether i could call shock a shock at that time, but his ever persisting face in my eyes can be taken as an affidavit that probably i didnt take it in any less gloomy a way. But....the reason of not being able to find him anymore among us in our walk, i can say, weird, as it sounded to me that day and strangely..still weird as it seem to sound even after almost 15 years today and having gathered a pie of the science of the human body in the meanwhile appears just bullshit to me with all respect to the bulls ...that –“ can you believe it????the cells of the nervous system cannot divide!!!! and hence the damaged cells in his spinal cord are dead for good...”....howsoever little knowledge of cells then, n the way they used to divide then....and...howsoever aplenty knowledge of cells now and hence, the ever so increasing wonder for why the hell cant they divide!!!! And there seems to be a reason for this reckoning too..As a brief passage of life in the apex institute for R & D of neurosciences in our country...may be I am seeing the glimpses of Anil in each one of the myriads of living logs of wood...following some spiders in their ceilings with their dry eyes, may be i am missing him.....one such old man sitting there..with the earphones of an Ipod plugged in, i asked his folks what he is listening to???..to which they replied...”don’t know sir, he cant do the things he loved anymore and that is why we are giving him something to listen to which he was very fond of..”..I remember I listened to a professor in neurology here who said that all the feasible so called natural growth factors which facilitate almost any cell to propagate and which are pharmacologically available in the form of a drug, have been tried on such patients but..he is yet to see a single patient with satisfactory results...and i know that by “satisfactory” he didn’t mean “much”..and im getting tempted to say that these neurons are being just too adamant in practising celibacy!!!!...We say that may be those cells have paid the price for being the most developed ones in the body, as if the reproduction is the forte of the downtroddens...but isn’t that proving to be too big a price???...We boast of our science entering the age of robotic and endovascular key hole surgeries, molecular imaging, being able to smell the metabolites content in a part of the body and moreover transform it into an image, targeted therapies, foetal anomalies correction and what not...but sadly...it cannot boast of getting a pretty cell to...divide!!!!!...May be I am not coming to terms with it ...as I wonder, that its achieving such great heights with such grandeur and fervour..finding itself on new pinnacles every other day, surpassing new hurdles, but why do I feel its yet to cross....some age old ‘petty’ obstacles??? May be im not looking at it in an impartial kind of way and am being too tubular and paraplegic in my own vision... as I wonder, that right now... its walking so so tall with its head held firm and high mocking at its challengers.....but why do i feel its yet to...simply walk on water the ‘petty’ way... a bunch of kids once used to do...long back...
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