Father
(Hariharan)
My father
was not as influential in my life as my elder brother was. The most important
lesson he taught me, and my mother was the importance of forgiveness. (Rev.
Thich Naht Hahn taught me the “how” - namely “how to forgive” - through his
guided meditation on forgiveness)
Two other
lessons he taught by example are: keeping promises and keeping trust.
My father’s
mother had a much greater influence on
me and taught me more. That was my grandmother.
Paternal Grandmother
(Chellathammal)
My
paternal grandmother was an amazing lady who became a widow when she was very
young and raised her two sons, one of them my father. She was a tough task master. But she
was also full of love. She used to say: “The hands that punish you will also
hug you”. That was true of her.
She showed
me that wisdom has nothing to do with formal education. She did not have any
education. But she was able to make wise decisions. How else could she have
raised two boys as a very young widow and a single mother in the late 1800’s
and early 1900?
Another
lesson she gave me: “Just because you
are poor, you do not have the rights to take someone else’s belonging”.
She was
old-fashioned enough that she did not encourage educating my sisters. But she
insisted that “the only out of poverty was education” and supported the boys in
the family – her sons, me and my brother.
She taught
us Honesty. People in my street trusted her to do what she said she will do.
Although she
was orthodox in her ways as a Brahmin, she treated everyone warmly and giving
them due respect. By her actions she
taught us how to treat people with dignity whatever their social status. Here is
one great example.
During the
war, when rice was rationed, she will ask some of the poor folks to come at
night (we were not supposed to give food?) and she will feed them. Therefore, I
have seen them being loyal to her and come any time to help her, if asked. One
such person was a poor lady who used to live selling yogurt. My grandmother
will feed her every day.Therefore, the yogurt-lady was a loyal family friend.
She was so loyal that when my middle sister became sick and was alone, that
lady came from her village, stayed in our house and took care of my sister for
a few days till someone else from the family could take over the care.
A local
Priest (Sri. Narayana Bhattar)
Sri. Narayana
Bhattar (we used to call him “bhattar mama”) taught me Sanskrit when I was 5 or
6 years old. I resented going to the class at that time. But am glad my family
insisted on it. I did not know how much that Sanskrit knowledge will help me
when I grew up. Fortunately, I kept
it up and now can boast of having read several passages from the Vedas and
Upanishads in their original and even some Sanskrit classics such as Sakuntalam
and Malavikagnimitra.
That
experience taught me something about curriculum-setting in schools. There are
some subjects which students would not like to learn because the subject is “dry”
or they cannot see any point learning it. For example, in medical school, many
students will not like anatomy or organic chemistry or statistics. That is because they do not know of their usefulness
in the future. People who have gone through the training and who are in
practice should insist that some subjects should be learnt even if the student
does not “like” it. The idea of students setting their own agenda/curriculum or
taking all subjects as optional is questionable.
Srinivasa
mama (“Dr”. mama)
Srinivasa
mama was responsible for motivating me to become a physician. I need to write a
few words about him so that the context (medical care in India in the first
half of the 20th century) is clear.
He was NOT a
doctor. He went to medical school for a year or two and was forced to leave for
family reasons. He took a job in a Government Office. But, at a time when there
were extremely few doctors and most of the care was provided by indigenous
practitioners and ayurvedic doctors, it was common for “compounders” to
practice medicine. Compounders were laymen who made up “mixtures” and “powders”
(there were no prepackaged medicines in those days. Doctors mixed various
medicinal chemicals in proper proportions. These were called the “mixtures” and
“powders”) and ointments for doctors who practiced western or allopathic
medicine.
During my
high school years, I became sick with typhoid. There was no antibiotics in
those days. I was so sick one night that my mother thought I will not survive
as she told me that several years later. During recovery I was taken care of by
Srinivasa mama. This was a defining experience because, this to my memory, was
the beginning of my interest in becoming a doctor.
He not only
sowed the seed for a desire to become a doctor, he also set a model of a
compassionate physician for me to look up to.
Srinivasa
mama worked in that capacity as a compounder with the limited knowledge he had
acquired during his time as a medical student. But he was considered a full-fledged
doctor by the community. More important, he was a compassionate human being who
practiced the noble qualities of a physician better than many other doctors I
have known. He listened and understood the needs of the people. He took care of
“the entire person”. People consulted him on every aspect of their lives, from
choosing a college to choosing a bride. Most important, he knew when to send
them to a bona fide doctor. (May I
add, he played a major part in my marriage too!)
He certainly
inspired me to become a doctor. I learnt humane approach to medicine from him and,
also how to take care of the whole person with a disease, not just the
disease.