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Information Please… Tears Alert

PLEASE take the time to read this!

The Black Telephone

Those of us old enough to remember when the phone was wired to the wall, usually in the kitchen, can relate to this story. I loved this read.

When I was a young boy, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was “Information Please” and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone’s number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy. I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway.

The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. “Information, please,” I said into the mouthpiece just above my head.

A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.


“I hurt my finger…” I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

“Isn’t your mother home?” came the question.

“Nobody’s home but me,” I blubbered.

“Are you bleeding?” the voice asked.

“No, “I replied. “I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.”

“Can you open the icebox?” she asked.

I said I could.

“Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,” said the voice.

After that, I called “Information Please” for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, “Information Please,” and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her,

“Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?”

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly,

“Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.”

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone,

“Information Please.”

“Information,” said in the now familiar voice.

“How do I spell fix?” I asked

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much.

“Information Please” belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me. Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, “Information Please.”

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well.


I hadn’t planned this, but I heard myself saying, “Could you please tell me how to spell fix?”

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, “I guess your finger must have healed by now.”

I laughed, “So it’s really you,” I said. “I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?”

“I wonder,” she said, “if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.”

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

“Please do,” she said. “Just ask for Sally.”

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, “Information.” I asked for Sally.

“Are you a friend?” she said.

“Yes, a very old friend,” I answered.

“I’m sorry to have to tell you this,” She said. “Sally had been working part time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.”

Before I could hang up, she said, “Wait a minute. Is your name Wayne?”

“Yes.” I answered.

Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you. The note said,

“Tell Wayne there are other worlds to sing in. He’ll know what I mean.”

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have you touched today?

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Don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Butterflies in my tummy
From a far far away land of fantasy
For so very long, I truly believed
I had dead butterflies in my tummy

It’s taken too long for me to accept
That there’s no one but me
You know you are taken, taken, taken
So don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Do you know how it feels
When so many I see in twos
A void begins to fill me up
In every cell through and through

Your intentions may be clear
I know we are friends dear
But the desert but has just one oasis to be
So don’t cause butterflies in my tummy

Oh it’s a great thing to hear
All will be okay when you love yourself dear
But nothing seems okay to me as I think why
Even the moon has the eternal company of the dark sky

Some in twos are craving to be one
Some all alone are wanting to find the one
If perfection were to be a tree
It would be like a cactus thorny

If perfection were to be a movie
It would but be just a tragedy
For the heers and the ranjhaas and the heeras and the pannas
Haven’t they all met with the same destiny

How would I then, be different?

Scarred for life by a narcissist with torment
Lost all my confidence, trust in self and worth
To be rebuilt all over from square one

So your request for a dance momentarily
Caused fluttering butterflies in my tummy

Yes yes I know I deflected it promptly
With words about pen, paper and a story
But hey, then this poem came through eventually
So don’t you cause butterflies in my tummy

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This touched me deeply

Me: Hello God.

God: Hello…

Me: I’m falling apart.
Can you put me back together?

God: I’d rather not.

Me: Why?

God: Because you’re not a puzzle.

Me: What about all the pieces of my life that fall to the ground?

God: Leave them there for a while. They fell for a reason.
Let them be there for a while and then decide if you need to take any of those pieces back.

Me: You don’t understand!
I’m breaking!

God: No, you don’t understand. You’re transcending, evolving.
What you feel are growing pains. You’re getting rid of the things and people in your life that are holding you back.
The pieces are not falling down. The pieces are being put in place.
Take a deep breath and let those things you no longer need fall down.
Stop clinging to pieces that are no longer for you.
Let them fall.
Let them go.

Me: Once I start doing that, what will I have left?

God: Only the best pieces of yourself.

Me: I’m afraid to change.

God: I keep telling you: YOU’RE NOT CHANGING!

Me: Becoming, Who?

God: Becoming who I created you to be! A person of light, love, charity, hope, courage, joy, mercy, grace and compassion.
I made you for so much more than those shallow pieces you decided to adorn yourself with and that you cling to with so much greed and fear.
Let those things fall off you.
I love you!
Don’t change!
Don’t change!
Become who I want you to be, who I created. I’m gonna keep telling you this until you remember.

Me: There goes another piece.

God: Yes. Let it be like this.

Me: So… I’m not broken?

God: No, but you’re breaking the darkness, like dawn.
It’s a new day.
Become who you really are!!”

Author ~John Roedel
Hey God. Hey John.

Sacred Wild Woman Medicine

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A Day With Grandpa – The Amazing Life Of Mr. Raghava Reddy

*Earlier posted on in 2013

“Please help me out, bete. I have got a new laptop, and it has Windows 8. They have installed the softwares but I need to arrange everything so that it’s easier for me to find it. I had Windows 7 before this.” – So saying, Raghav Uncle expressed his distress in having to fumble across the extra hi-fi user interface of Windows 8.

I personally don’t like Windows 8 so much. Cumbersome and takes time to adapt to.

I could imagine how Uncle would have struggled for 3 weeks. I told him not to worry, and that I would set everything for easy access. 

As I entered his humble abode, I see a room filled with a history of memories in the form of photographs, mementos and awards. A feeling of pride emanates just in the mere presence of the room.

“How is my grand daughter doing?” was his first statement to me. I told him I am doing well, and that I was here on a small project. It was my privilege to be able to meet him. First of all, he introduced me to his wife, who looked back at me serenely from the photograph. How many people honour their spouses in this way after they have left for God’s abode? Very few. I don’t know of any. Uncle has dedicated a whole section in his dining room to his late wife, declaring that this is my commitment and love towards her – it will always be there, so what if she is not with me today.

In my fruitful life of 86 years, I have no faults – except one. Just one fault. Just one regret.

I was taken aback. I asked him, Uncle, what regret do you have? He told me, “Beti, my wife loved me so much. The only regret I have is that I did not obey her. She wanted me to learn Sanskrit. She wanted to teach me Sanskrit. She was an expert in it. But due to my work commitments, I could not do that. Bas, that is the only fault I did.”

The simplicity of his words struck me.

Then he introduced me to his great grand children (through the pictures adorning the walls) – one of them had received a token of appreciation from Mr. Barack Obama, and had done his Great Granpa and parents proud. Ah, what kids, of course they have carried the genes of their smart thatha.

To see the room filled with relics of a life lived with great honor and principles, is an experience worth savouring.

What best to describe the same than to post this picture – which commemorates his contribution of ‘Highest Professional Standards’ to the Andhra Pradesh Police Department, in 1982, when he was awarded the President’s Police Medal for distinguished service.

And then, as I understood with what kind of difficulty Uncle was trying to share his wisdom with all us Sulekhaiites, I could see the will power of a man who had lived a life of strong principles and who wished to keep the enthusiasm alive, no matter how difficult and no matter how tough it got, with stomach cancer and low visibility in the eyes.

He showed me the video of his felicitation when his book ‘Reminiscences’ was launched. Late Mr. Y S Rajasekhar Reddy spoke a amazing words and really eminent personalities were present on the stage, remembering what service Uncle has done for the country.

There were anecdotes that he amused me with, especially the one in which he said,

Kamzarf Gar Daulat, Zar, Zan, Zameen Paa Jaye

Maaninde Hubaab ubhar ke Itraa Jaaye

Which in context, meant that, if it so happens that a man of low character suddenly acquires great deal of wealth, gold, land or woman, he takes pride and loses it just like a soap bubble, which flies for 3 minutes before it bursts.

What wisdom!

What should be my fortune to be receiving wisdom like this straight from the noble grandpa himself!

As I set his laptop to make it as easy for him as possible, he blesses me with gratitude and wishes well for me, sharing with me, that he is completing 5 years on Sulekha on 2nd October.

At this age, he has been the most active member on Sulekha, and has written almost 550+ blogs.. What an achievement!!

Here’s congratulating him for his 5 years’ completion and wishing that he enlightens us always with his sher-o-shayari, life’s anecdotes and just plain blessings.

As I was leaving, Uncle stoops over a small plant in his balcony, and tries to pluck a leaf. He criushes the leaf, inhales and checks for aroma… and breaks another leaf and hands it over to me. I am not sure what to do with it. It looks like Tulsi. I ask, “Uncle, should I taste it?” Uncle said, “Bete, smell it first.”

As I smelt the crushed leaf, I felt the the most most most wonderful aroma I had ever smelt in life. And I exclaimed, “Uncle, This looks like a combination of Mint and Tulsi!!!”

And what do you know??? Uncle nodded and smiled, saying, “Yes, bete. It is. It is called…..” I think Mentha Arvensis.. (I don’t seem to recall the exact scientific name, but I am sure Uncle will correct me.

Here is a gallery I am proud of sharing with you all:

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Ghosts Of A Not-So-Pleasant Past?

Paulo Coelho and his words of gem on past memories  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
How do you make peace with a negative past and with those who have wronged you? (By Alex)

Coelho: In order to move from the past to the present you need to accept your scars. But you need to do everything in your power in order to heal them so that the ghosts of your past will no longer barge in your present life.

It is a long and difficult process I grant you – but it’s a way out of guilt and hatred in my eyes.

How do you stop sadness? (By Nuri)

Coelho: By welcoming it and living it intensively for a determined amount of period. In my case I give myself three days to be completely submersed in this feeling.

Once I’ve let sadness pay me a visit, then I kindly ask it to leave. Sadness is then satisfied and leaves

My inserts:

There has to be a way of taking them (past memories) out of the system. And I believe it is by overwriting them with new memories. It takes a long time, but yes, it ultimately happens and we end up being happier once we have forgiven our past.  And by saying ‘forgiven our past’, I don’t mean forgiving people who have wronged us, I seriously don’t believe in that, what I mean is to forgive our own selves and let happiness in our lives.

There are a lot of times when we choose to close doors because of past memories and we end up closing doors to good things in life. And that is not good, not good at all. There is a whole lot of good things in the Universe. The Cosmos wants to give you soo much, but you have to be WILLING to have it, you have to be there, standing with open arms to welcome what is rightfully yours. 🙂

So on an end note, are you willing to do that? If yes, do share with me.

*Earlier posted on in 2011

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The Twelve Gifts for Healing – Get Inspired Series

1. The first gift is Strength.

May you remember to call upon it whenever you need it.

2. The second gift is Beauty.

May your deeds reflect its depth.

3. The third gift is Courage

May you speak and act with confidence and use courage to follow your own path.

4. The fourth gift is Compassion.

May you be gentle with yourself and others. May you forgive those who hurt you and yourself when you make mistakes.

5. The fifth gift is Hope.

Through each passage and season, may you trust the goodness of life.

6. The sixth gift is Joy.

May it keep your heart open and filled with light.

7. The seventh gift is Talent.

May you discover your own special abilities and contribute them toward a better world.

8. The eighth gift is Imagination.

May it nourish your visions and dreams.

9. The ninth gift is Reverence

May you appreciate the wonder that you are and the miracle of all creation.

10. The tenth gift is Wisdom

Guiding your way, wisdom will lead you through knowledge to understanding. May you hear its soft voice.

11. The eleventh gift is Love.

It will grow each time you give it away.

12. The twelfth gift is Faith.

May you believe
But the healing place is within you. Healing is a gift you were granted at birth, just as you were granted others.

Use your gifts, child.

Use the beauty, the courage, the hope and the love that is in you.

Call upon your strength.
Use compassion and faith. Even during sad times joy is within you.

Bring it forth. Wisdom is there to guide you.

Use any one of your gifts and you will rouse the power of your healing place.

Use all of them and you will sustain it.

“Use your gifts well and you will discover others, among them a gift that is uniquely you.

See these noble gifts in other people.

Share the truth and be ready for the miracle to unfold”

Charlene Costanzo

The Twelve Gifts of Birth

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Diaries of a Hechicera: Life is about dancing with the Flow


Peter was a novice fisherman, who struggled with the paddles, the moment the waters got rough. He felt he would drown any minute and this would make him panic. He lost a lot of business because of this. Hence he decided to approach Confucius, who was a master boatman, who was known for his dexterity of boating, especially in rough waters.

“Sir, please accept me as your disciple. Can you please teach me how to control a boat in rough waters like you?”, asked Peter.

“*Who gave you this absurd thought, that I can control the boat?* If you want to be a good boatman, you must never worry about controlling the boat”, said Confucius.

“Whattttt? If I don’t worry about controlling the boat then how do I handle the boat in rough waters? Wouldn’t I drown and die if the boat topples?”, asked Peter, taken aback.

Confucius replied, “How can the boat or the sea make you drown? And how can they save you from drowning? This is what people don’t get.

*I am not the best boatman. I am the best swimmer.* It’s not about the boat, it’s not about the sea, it’s about controlling yourself. Let the sea be rough. Let the boat topple. Let your still mind not topple and drown in fear.

The moment you stop fearing and worrying about the boat and the sea, the control is back in your hands!”


Life will get rough. Life will topple. Life was never meant to be still. But we can be still. *STILLNESS IS THE KEY*. A calm and composed mind, is all that we need, to overcome the fear of drowning and toppling.

We can’t control the recession, the economy. *We can’t control the market BUT WE CAN CONTROL OUR MARKET SHARE*, ISN’T IT SO? People have not stopped buying whatever you are selling. There are millions of people who are still buying this stuff, but they are not buying from you. *UP YOUR GAME*. Make them buy from you.

We can’t control the cancer. But we can control our fears, ours worries, our attitude, our spirit. *Fear of death actually means you love life a lot.* Fearing death is a negative emotion that creates painful thoughts. Loving life is a positive emotion that creates joyful thoughts. Fear of illness means you love health. *THINK FROM THE SPACE OF WHAT YOU LOVE, AND DO MORE OF IT, WHENEVER YOU FEAR LOSING SOMETHING. We can’t add days to our lives, but we can add a lot of life to our days!*

Don’t waste your time and energy controlling other people’s reactions or behaviours. Don’t waste your time cribbing about how rough and tough your life is. Don’t waste your time trying to control your boat, or the sea. Control yourself! That’s it!

*The sea will get rough. The boat will topple. Learn how to swim!!*

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My Detailed Review on Basavatarakam Indo American Cancer Institute, Hyderabad

Basavatarakam Indo American Hospital - Candid Review

2020 has been a tough year for the whole world and it has been, for me as well. Challenges, losses, big moves in life have happened.

One of the most difficult period of my life started when my father got diagnosed with throat cancer in August 2020. I was referred to Basavatarakam Indo American hospital in Hyderabad for his treatment and exactly as I had heard, the doctors here are the best in their domain – very dedicated and good experts in what they do.

My review here is for the entire experience I had during the course of my father’s treatment.

First things first, about cancer treatment, no one – no one tells you how difficult it is and how lengthy it is. Unless you are aware of the treatment and what it entails; you will never be prepared. It can take your peace away and test your patience to its brink. On one hand, you see the patient suffer excruciatingly; but on the other hand, what one goes through as a caregiver is another story altogether. And yes, finances – it can drain away everything that you have earned in your life. No, insurance does not help and is never enough. Plus, what happens with insurance is another story. Insurance industry runs on ambiguity of everything – ambiguity of disease, of medication, of hospital admissions, of every damn thing.


If you are looking for the best treatment for yourself or your near and dear ones, then the doctors at Indo American do fit the bill. If you know how to work around other challenges, then this is a good choice to make at least treatment wise. Rather, only treatment wise.

One note on Emergency Room doctors – they do not cut a great picture, neither of competence nor of accountability. One of the doctors actually LIED in the log book that he had requested us for admission and that I had refused it – while in reality, the cosulting doctor had clearly said that there was no medical reason for giving admission and that patient could be discharged. It sometimes, boils down to individual ethics and the moment to moment dynamics that happen at that point in time. I came to know that a statement like this one, made by doctors, could end up hampering your chances of getting insurance because the insurance folks treat it as interference in treatment from insured.


Unfortunately, I found most of the nurses in Indo American extremely callous and irresponsible. They shirk responsibility and keep passing the buck from one person to another.. when it comes to patient care. I also found them highly strung, anxious and at the end of their tether most of the time. They keep screaming at each other and at the ward boys – displaying displeasure about everything around them. They do make sure that the patient and their attender do not face their ire – but everything else is usually put under fire. One more strange thing I realised that the nurses here have zero compassion and are just discharging their duties out of force or majboori. It shows in their attitude, in the way they talk and in the way they behave. Also, as a caregiver, you have to be very VERY vigilant – lest they do not even give you your set of medical reports of the patient. Twice it so happened that the tests that were done when my father was admitted – the reports were filed only in their confidential copy of the file and only when I explicitly asked for the reports, they gave me the same copy and asked me to get zerox copies for THEIR file.

There is no provision for special needs of the patient. My father was on a completely liquid diet and nurses just would not look into it – blaming the canteen for no liquid food except soup, etc., and that too only at a particular time. So I had to arrange for his diet needs from outside and I struggled because I was so scared of infection. I specifically faced this challenge because Hyderabad is not my home town and I had shifted temporarily for my father’s treatment. So I neither had a kitchen nor the utensils to get him his food. My childhood friend’s family chipped in here and sent food for almost 10 days from Secunderabad – thank God for blessings like these.

For a hospital that depends on floating population and a good bunch of foreigners that come down here to get themselves treated for cancer, this was a basic thing that was missing. My intention is not to complain but make everyone aware of these challenges. I had to listen to my father’s cries of hunger – he would live on 3 absolutely watery soup glasses that were given to him morning, afternoon and night and 2 glasses of milk – all about 50 ml. It was the most painful thing for me. I was not allowed to meet him due to COVID and I expected that he would be taken care of – he wasn’t; not at least until he was in the COVID ward for 4 days. He lived on hunger. I suffered the pain of seeing him in pain and starvation.

Once his tests were out and he was declared completely COVID negative, he was shifted to a regular room – and after that it was slightly better journey. He had to get a tracheostomy done for ease in breathing and a PEG tube so he could be fed via stomach. What one goes through with tracheostomy is another story – which I will dedicate a separate blog on – but for now, let us just say, here’s where the nurses lacked compassion.

Ward Boys:

It’s all about money. They help you with a wheel chair, they expect money – no no, they blatantly ASK for it. They help dad with his sponge bath, they ask for money. They change the sheets – they want money. It was crazy. I was foolishly handing out 100 rs everytime to them – and then one day, I realised, how do others manage? The realisation came when one ward boy asked for money after giving my father his sponge bath and when I handed him a note, he felt it was too less and high-handedly said, keep it with yourseldf.

Because 6 weeks of treatment and if I am handing out let’s say an average of 200 per day to the ward boys for doing what they are being paid to do, in addition to the treatment costs, I end up paying a good Rs. 8400. I realised this is loot.


What I found the worst of the entire experience was that there was no counselling for the patient or the caregivers – we had no clue what to expect and we just kept guessing, taking each day as it comes. I ask TOO many questions – so I managed to try and understand what was going on, what treatment was being given and how to deal with the tracheostomy, what to expect, etc. But overall, it’s a blind game. You go through it to know it and see it. There is no other way. If you know about the treatment or have read about it, you might know what to expect but otherwise, you have to make peace with piece by piece of difficult realisations – 1) That the treatment will take a minimum of 6 weeks 2) That even after this, there is another 6 weeks of recovery period and that you will not know how effective the treatment was until after the recovery period. 3) That the entire expense will be draining you way more than you expect – so if you expect the treatment to be about 5 lakhs, in reality you will be spending 2x of that. And insurance will pay a pithy amount and tell you that your sub limit has expired.

Waiting Times:

The most difficult part of cancer treatment is to see your life getting wasted away waiting for doctors, nurses, medicines, lines, queues, one cabin, another cabin, and then days pass by listlessly. If you are a caregiver and have a job, expect issues – because there is hardly any awareness around cancer treatments and so, compassion is not easily obtained. My experience has been different in this case, by God’s grace because my MD has seen cancer treatment in his family and hence, he was the most compassionate in all this. Not everyone is that lucky and there is a dire need to fill the gap about cancer treatment awareness for everyone’s benefit.

Final Words:

All said and done, I am thoroughly grateful to everyone, no matter what, for being part of this journey and I have had friends and family comeing together to support me through this. The struggle is not over yet but I am hopeful that it soon will end and I will see my father hale, hearty and smiling with ease at home.