I’ll do my best to give a proper update of what’s happened
in the last week. Sunday, 31 July was
another day off. It was Jennie’s last
day so I met up with her to visit a couple of temples with her host
mother. Everyone else (I guess at that
point it was just Liz and Swathi) went to a surgery camp in Coxtown. Venkateshji didn’t think they’d need me to I
opted not to go. Jennie had been staying
in Gandhi Bazaar with someone that had hosted her friend Sarah last
summer. She was an interesting personality. Vijayalaksmhi was her name, I think. Anyway, she took us to a couple of temples
where her family had donated the murthy.
We were given the VIP treatment at each of them. She also took the opportunity to schmooze
with all of the priests. I was told that she had
an anniversary celebration to invite them all to. She gave me the number of a guy she knows who’s involved at a top Ayurveda college.
I haven’t decided whether I’ll make contact. It might be interesting especially if I come
back for an MBBS. My internet search
today didn’t look so promising.
After the temples the driver dropped me at a petrol bunk in
Padmanabha Nagar. I finally got to take a
picture of those drug murals on the side of the road. Parimallaji was cleaning some greens when I
returned home. We had an interesting
sambar with roasted jackfruit seeds for lunch and then dinner. I read almost all of The Idiot’s Guide to Hinduism that afternoon and evening. Parimalla’s brother came over and showed me
how to tie a dhoti. He said not to buy
one because he has a bunch that were gifted to him. The dhoti was actually very comfortable—I
realized in Kerala this weekend that it’s about the only comfortable thing you
can wear there.
On Monday, 1 August, I took a bunch of buses around south
Bangalore trying to find Jakkasandra. I
had to pick up permission slips from Bosch.
I then headed to Munichinappa and I got the go ahead for emergency
followups.
Venkateshji had brought my things to Ajitashri—I hung out
there for the rest of the day and started on my final report. Liz and I took an
auto home together.
I actually moved that day.
I’m staying in Bellandur out on the southeast side of Outer Ring
Rd. It’s across from a B’lore Central
Mall. I’m staying with a bachelor in his
late twenties named Nitin. He’s north
Indian and a Hindi speaker. He grew up
living all over India since his father was in the air force. He’s actually the exact opposite of the RSS
brothers. He’s a really interesting guy and I’m enjoying my stay here.
I don’t actually know what happened Tuesday. It’s likely
that I’ve confused and blended the days.
Wednesday, I actually took the emergency referrals from
Munichinappa to Dr. Aradhana’s clinic in Banashankari. The kids were crazy on the bus. One of the boys kept moving the seat back and
forth trying to mess with the kid behind him.
Three of the kids asked me for my trash so that they could throw it out
the window. They thought it was insane
that I held the tea cup from the school to the clinic. They also sang along
really loud to this old Kannada song—I can never remember how it goes but I
always recognize it when it comes on the radio.
It took us forever to figure out where the clinic was. The address said across from KK hospital but
it was actually a block further south.
Dr. Aradhana was really good about examining the kids. We made plans to start Doctors at School at
Rajajeshwari this week.
Thursday, 4 August, we decided to have a meeting between the
three interns even though everyone was gone on a retreat. We met at Ajitashri
to exchange data and make plans for Bosch, etc…
We had lunch at Subway. They are starting to recognize us but still are
terrible at making sandwiches.
Pragya's Last Day (Pragya, Swathi, and Rukmini)
Pragya, Liz, and Jennie
Yes...a mural of drug paraphernalia
Hanuman near Silk Board
My room in Bellandur
Bellandur
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