Thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. Expressions.

Thoughts. Feelings. Emotions. Expressions.

These things can be described in everything we do.

Desire. Passion. Suspense. Silence. Lust. Love.

They are the thoughts about a person.

The desire to be with them;

The passion in their touch;

The suspense you feel;

The silence you hear when you want to kiss;

Is it Lust or Love?

How would you know?

The answer is you will always know....

The *Crustaceans*

It's a norm to see beggars on the streets of Delhi and Kolkutta. These cities are in a very devastating state where you can see mothers feeding their kids on the busy street despite of the dusty and hot weather. The kids are mostly bare footed with dirty clothes. Not mentioning about education, they don't even have a roof over theirs' head. I just wonder where would they go at night during winter times or rainy seasons. Daren't to imagine that. How lucky we are packed with all the basic necessities back home.

There was once, while I was on the way to Kolkutta airport, I saw many people was sleeping on the curb and divider of the freeway. I asked the driver astonishly, "Why are these people sleeping on the divider? It's so dangerous. Further, they would've caught cold in this cold weather! What happens if it's going to rain?" The driver casually answered me, "Madam, these people don't recognise summer or winter. For them, everyday is the same as long as they've something to fill their stomach. It's lucky if they get through the day." My heart was wretched with sorrow. I was ashamed of myself to worry about all the unnecessary things all the times.

I didn't see many beggars on the streets in Bangalore. At least, people has enough to live in peace, I think. Everyone seemed to have their basic necessities and have more decent life here. On the contrary, in Delhi, there are kids dancing and performing some kind of acrobatic under the hot sun right in front of your car and come knocking on your window with a hope of appreciation in money. It's gloomy to see kids finding their own unique ways of begging for money to get food. Some even sell broken pens or old postcards to you just to get RSP10 which is only equivalent to RM1. Whilst the others approach you with their small God's statue on their palms and ask for a donation.

One day, while I was in the car, a deformed face child was knocking on my window. When I looked at her, I was almost in tears and I prayed in my heart, please, God, bless this child. May she gets her daily bread and live healthily. I quickly handed RSP10 to her. I asked the driver how much does a RSP10 worth. Would she able to buy food? He said yes. If I were given a chance, I'd like to help the poor children in India. At least, shelter them with food, clothings, education and others basic of living. What can we buy with RM1 nowadays? Can't even fill up our stomach.

In Kolkutta, there're so many homeless people. Some just sleep on the street and make a tent and cook just right there. Besides, those cab drivers, they actually sleep at the backseat of their car at night and get back to work in the morning. I designate them as Crustaceans, as hard as shells. We always complain about not having enough money for this or that. But, the Crustaceans think about how to get through every single day and struggle with their might and strength hoping to survive on this planet. They have my full respect and honour for that.

A Change for Good?

I always hear people say, hey, you've gotta think out of the box! It's easy to say rather than done. It's hard to change when you're already in your very own comfort zone. Honestly, I daren't to make any changes in my life.

That was the reason I came to Bangalore. I'm still struggling with my own reasons and refused to change. Still, I'm hungering to change! I looked people around me. They're doing so well. I wish I could be like others too. Decide and move forward. It's really hard to jump out of the *box*.

I think it's the will. I just can't face the truth. I need to let go and go for a change!!!

What the heck?

I want my Double Cheese Burger... They don't serve beef in McDonald's in India!

Wanna get some colorful food? ;-p

The Hospital

My wrist has been painful for about a month. I don't really know the cause for it. I've seen some chinese traditional doctors but it didn't work out. The pain came on and off. It was agitating and irritating especially in my work where I need to type a lot and frustrating because it hurts everytime I lift up something with my thumb. It was so unbearable especially in the morning!

I went to Dr Ong in Gleneagles 2 weeks ago(no choice, I've to go Bangalore that very week and he's in Apollo only on Mondays). I've already prepared how much it would cost me this time. Sigh... True enough, I've spent about RM450 for consultation and ultrasound.

However, I left for Bangalore that Friday. I need to actually go for the ultrasound for another 8 days. I didn't care because it was too much for me to pay! I took some painkillers just to ignore the pain. I'll sort some other solutions later, I thought.

When I was in Bangalore, the pain attacked me severely. Maybe it's because of the cold weather. It's pulling all my muscles and came up to my arm. So, Joh Jiun suggested me to go to a very famous hospital in Bangalore, Manipal Hospital. I thought, what? I'm not going to any of the hospital here. My thoughts of the war movies came into my mind! You know those hospitals are very dirty and bloody everywhere. Gosh... He explained to me that's a very good hospital and clean. It's something like our Gleaneagles.

Alright, finally I gave it a try. So, he sent a driver to fetch me. Remember, don't ever drive yourself in any parts of India. It's dangerous. Really. You won't believe it till you see the driving condition here. It's uncultural and totally a mess. Pedestrian will just rush out crossing the street and act nothing happen. Bikes are like King of the Road. They do what they like. You don't need to buckle up, not even the driver! Trust me.

Anyway, the hospital is about 15 minutes drive from our condo. When I reached there, it was crowded. True enough. Hold on. There was something wrong here. People were greeting patients in front of the main entrance. Some nurses stood by to help the disableds. Some valet staffs were standing to keep the traffic flowing as it's a busy hospital. I was having a wrong perception of the hospital here.

The hospital is very clean instead. So, I proceeded to the registration counter. The reception was very helpful and polite. They speak good manner of English. I was really impressed. After registering, I went to the Orthopaedic department. The doctor is very helpful and patience to all my questions. Instead, he explained what could've happened to my wrist. I had a swollen tendon. I might have overworked or used my left hand too much. He suggested me to wear a splint and go for ultrasound and wax bath. Wax bath? yeah...I'll explain that later. He also had me to do a full blood test count, given some gel to apply and painkillers.

The registrations, consultations, blood tests, medications, ultrasound only cost me less than RM300! The service provided is excellent and they're quite professional in terms of the attitudes and responsiveness. Also, they always smile. It doesn't gives you a fear of going to the hospital like those days, government hospital in our country. Oh...you won't want to talk about it. Shame. So, I went on with all my tests and collected the prescribed medications.

The whole thing took me about 2 1/2 hours. I think it's pretty reasonable. While I was waiting, I need to go to the loo but I tried to hold it because I was afraid of the dirty toilet. After an hour, I can't hold it anymore. I really need to go. I went in and I was shocked. The toilet is totally clean and smelled good too! I was totally impressed with their efforts of providing good service to the patients. It's not a big deal in KL but in Bangalore, what would you think? I was having a bit of guilty feelings the way I perceived India. Really. It opened my eyes after just a few visits to public places.

After 3 sessions of ultrasound and wax bath, I could see the improvements. Now, it's getting better. The wax bath. At first, I was wondering, why wax bath? It's actually soaking your hands or any affected parts of your body into this melted wax in a big metal box thingy, which is really hot but it's comfortable once you soaked in. We use this method for beauty back home. I didn't know that it actually helps to soothe down the swell too.

Different culture, different method, as long as it heals. It doesn't matter what method at all.