Now this was close to a year ago when I rounded up a 20+ two-day long training session with the last Delhi session which was after a Pune session when my back got streeeeeeeeeeeetched bad courtesy a Pune-Mumbai bus ride (which isn’t too comfy for tall (6 feet plus) frames such as moi is!

 

A prat fall in my bathroom and I thought hey that was close to have not gotten into deeper !@#$ … was in the bathroom after all wasn’t Oi!! To make things worse I sneezed hard as I bent over to pick up my morning read ( a.k.a. newspaper!) and viola … there was that Lord reminding pain in the lower back!!!!

 

Kingdom Ouch as I’d call it later : (

 

I thought to myself that anyways I’m close to a week away from an ayurvedic session that should massage, grease and sauna my back into sync!

 

Funny thought that as I visited my local Ayurveda (Siddha Vaidya to be precise!) doc and spelt out the symptoms hopin for him to pass on a cliche – sauna, oil massage, rest on the flat bed minus the mattress therapy …. but … ahem …. did he just say MRI scan?

True he’s a qualified MBBS (nope not a swear word acronymn) and he knew as well what it meant ~ somethin more than the usual black and white see through photograph of your skeleton that an Xray is but a clearer cross section thingy … that costs … gulp … 6000 one rupee smiling Gandhi notes : <

’super shit’ me thought back then as I literally picked up my jaw from the mosaic floor and clung onto my white mundu … whatsallthatsupposedtomean??? …. in exactly that format without the spaces!!!

consultations with other docs and I realised that I’m part of the select many (oxymoron filter is set to OFF) of the urbane lifestyle ill who ‘toil our bones off’ and wake up into conditions that techincally would set in a decade or two later … guess that what they meant when I worked over 2 man years in one : (

anyways its quite an objective (and objectionable!) feeling whenever one’s patiently undergoes a diagnostic check of sorts … the MRI scan in my case …

for starts they dress you like a lab mouse – soft blue is the prefered color and yes they do make you strip into nothingness besides your MRI penetrable garb … sitting outside for your turn makes one listen hard .. to oneself .. to whatamIdoinghere kinda fleetin thoughts .. to whatdidIdotodeservethisKrsnaGuruvayoorappaVausdeva?!?! .. to the strange noises that escape the fortified walls that scream Danger:Radioactive that you start trusting others (builders and contractors) who build the place .. hopefully safe!!!

Noises … the MRI machine’s more like a food factory miller (the same stuff that your non vegetarian friend’s mothers/fathers/guardians would shove chunks of meat into to get noodles of minced meat!) okokok for the benefit of the vegans and non non-vegetarians its like how you shove rice balls (kozhaikatta) to get sevai (rice noodles) North Indians and other non-Indians please google for kheema making or … well kozhaikatta!

so MRI machines (am I’m seriously annoyed at my tangents of late!!!) and the noises they make … its like a speaker amplifies the control room operators instructions behind a screen … almost makes you feel like a music directors nudgin you to sing into a well … and you prop yourself into the flat bed .. cold by the way and I think it isn’t the A/c but more about the analysis to be ..

they belt you velcro hard and then wrap a white sheet on top .. I always wanna ask them for instructions as nearly 85% of the common folks get what’s to be done in many a situation .. like get into a plane and seat-belt thyself up, keep left as you drive in India, et al … & I am part of the uncommon 15% : (

so uncommon that I felt like being in a plastic tunnel with speakerless headphones (yes they had cotton on them instead!) … and that’s when the computer game noises started ….. you tend to think if these noises have any sensational effect on your skin other then … the noise ie. … and then after a while one feels like its more or less boring to listen to the computer game-ish space ship noises of the machine and start playin the machine …

…ok lets lateral the subject … engage … disengage …

frontal view .. focus … lock .. engage .. disengage … engage again (ah! this is fun) .. disengage … engage … magnify … (is this for real!) … engage … engage again … disengage … ok (that’s enough visceral stuff for one day!) phew ok next …

… and that my friends, in case I kept you .. engaged till here is what explains the picture .. of how a small bump out of the white disc tickles the nerve loud in the traffic jam of a situation in the lower exterimities of one’s spine!

L5 S1 for the docs … yell5 Yes1 for me : )

those tickles that makes one think that life isn’t fair for the young … why me? why now? and all that spunk

but its that moment when one look with wonder call this archetecture that supports life … at the design of one deep within and of the many systems that literally support you alive … enduring every bounce on the road, every moment when you jumped high in euphoria … every moment when one felt alone .. there are parts of us that make Me into We

… and that we need such reminders that there’s a moment in life when we can choose to life in shock, anger and pain or to enjoy what’s ahead in plain fun, happiness and joy ; )

… that moment visited me on this anniversary week for L5 S1 to have entered my vocabulary of words and experiences … and I choose again to look at life surviving yesterday & today with a smile ahead, ready and enthusiastic of what tomorrow holds for us all ; >

I’ll heal but I’ll ne’er forget the wonderful lessons yearning to be discovered in each fold of what we call as ‘Bad News’ : >