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THE UNFORGETTABLE
FIELD MARSHAL CARIAPPA
PAGE 76
HUMOUR
12 BIZARRE PRANKS YOU’LL LOVE
PAGE 58
EVERYMAN
AYUSHMANN
THE THRILLS AND TRIALS OF A RISING STAR
PAGE 52
BONUS READ
CROSSING OVER TO EUROPE
PAGE 124
ERIC WAGENKNECHT
ANNEMARIE SCHÄFER
90 LONG-TERM VISION
66 SUM OF HER PARTS How to protect your eyes from
Why are the vast majority of
retinal problems.
Indian organ donors women?
LISA FIELDS WITH GAGAN DHILLON
SOHINI CHATTOPADHYAY
My Story
102 LEAP OF FAITH
She jumps off a great height.
Read what happened next.
52
RATHINA SANKARI
P. |
106 FRIENDSHIP ACROSS FENCES
She felt forlorn after a move. Then
she spotted her. MEGAN MURPHY
Bonus Read
124 CROSSING OVER TO EUROPE
A survivor’s escape from a war
zone in a wheelchair.
NUJEEN MUSTAFA
Everyday Heroes
18 The Lone Warrior
A brave man’s battle for human
rights. SUCHISMITA UKIL
81 Shocking Notes
28 The Case of the Wedding
Couple Out for Revenge
98 Laughter, the Best Medicine
Freedom of speech has its limits.
111 As Kids See It
VICKI GLEMBOCKI
141 Word Power
Finish This Sentence
36 “Life is too short to ...”
REGULAR FEATURES
9 Dear Reader
P. | 36
10 Over to You
32 Good News
44 News from the World of Medicine
147 Studio
148 Quotable Quotes
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4 | APRIL 2019 | READER’S DIGEST
Vol. 60 | No. 4
APRIL 2019
WHO KNEW?
P. | 48 N AO R E M A N UJA
Me & My Shelf
143 Mridula Koshy’s library
favourites
Entertainment
145 Our Top Picks of the Month
Health
42 The Trouble With Gallstones
SAMANTHA RIDEOUT
Food
TOP L E F T: I N DI A P I C TU R E
46 Apple Pick(l)ing
N AO R E M A N UJA
Food
48 When Life Gives You
Lemons ...
JAYASHREE JOSHI EASHWAR
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Based in Raigarh, and working for possible rape of a local woman back
marginalized communities who are in 2013, the police detained Chou-
often denied their fundamental rights, han in a railway station late at night
Chouhan has been targeted both by on the allegation that he possessed
state and non-state actors. In August ‘Naxal’ literature. “Of course, they
last year, a letter, purportedly written did not find anything and no case
by Sudha Bharadwaj, national secre- could be made,” says Chouhan. “In
tary of the People’s Union for Civil 2015, the local police alleged that I
Liberties, Chhattisgarh, surfaced, was sympathetic to the Naxals. I was
neither arrested, nor did the police Tribal women and children are regu-
register a formal complaint. I was larly trafficked; rapes, murders, fraud,
simply asked to stop my work.” coercion, intimidation, brutality and
Chouhan’s struggle against caste ostracization; lack of equal opportuni-
injustice began way back in 2002, at ties—all of it adds up to simmering dis-
age 22. There was a religious function content. The marginalized often find
in his village, Bardoli, where 13 sur- themselves caught between an oppres-
rounding villages were sive state and the out-
involved. “Everyone lawed Naxals. “Where
worked together to do we go; why should
make it a success, but
That’s when we go?” he asks.
during the celebrations, it hit him: Trained as a lawyer,
the upper castes refused No matter how Chouhan was denied
to pray alongside Dalits.” enrollment into Chha-
That’s when it hit him: hard he worked, ttisgarh’s bar council.
No matter how hard he he would never Though he doesn’t prac-
studied or worked, he tise yet, he has helped
would never be good be good enough. file over 200 cases against
enough. “That was the various injustices, and is
day the new me was born,” he says. one of the founders of the Adivasi Dalit
The Dalits in his village were always Mazdoor Kisan Sangharsh.
segregated—in their mohalla, schools Chouhan is currently trying to estab-
or playgrounds. “Teachers would not lish that the dispossession of Dalits and
touch us with their bare hands while tribals from their land without their
punishing us; they used wooden ru- consent is a crime under the Sched-
lers to strike us,” he says, recalling the uled Castes and Scheduled Tribes
life of an untouchable. But it wasn’t (Prevention of Atrocities) Act. “The
until the grown-ups showed him the use of the POA Act has seldom been
place of a Dalit in society that it hit used to hold corporations accountable
him. “I was crushed. Then angered.” for human rights abuses. It genuinely
Acceptance, as the final stage of that offers a fresh opportunity,” he says.
grief, never came however. “Some- Simultaneously, he has been working
thing needed to be done for my Dalit on issues of human trafficking and
brothers and sisters, who were suffer- bonded labour in Chhattisgarh, Odisha
ing or dying.” Caste-based violence and Jharkhand. In the face of every ef-
continues unabated in a state like fort to silence him, Chouhan continues
Chhattisgarh, where land-grabbing on his path relentlessly and fearlessly.
by mining companies, in cahoots with His grandmother would be very proud
the local administration, is rampant. today that she called him Degree.
My computer
My Roomba just gave
just went into me an
the corner and ‘Error 404’
knocked over message,
the broom which can’t
that was lean- be right,
ing there. because I
B E S JU N I O R /S HU T T E RSTOC K
Keeping
The Faith
I want to help my kids
explore religion—but
I’m not exactly a picture
of piousness myself
BY A LI H ASSA N
leader of a sizable congregation. You School every single week until the
can’t blame the kids, who range in age of 15. Sadly, an award for Best
age from three to 14—they’re far too Attendance, Poorest Performance
young to drive themselves to the could have been mine for the taking.
nearest place of worship. And even I had no retention for religion. By the
if they weren’t, they wouldn’t know end of my tenure, my peers had all
which religious edifice to walk into, graduated, and my class consisted of
or what to do once they got there. me—miserable and the size of an
BY V I CKI GL E MBO CK I
A MONTH after her October 2014 But three weeks later, Neely emailed
wedding, Neely Moldovan emailed again to ask for the photos. The man-
her photographer and asked for a ager explained the timeline again and
CD with her wedding photos. Ac- reminded Neely that she was waiting
cording to Neely, the disc was part for the couple to order and pay for the
of the $6,000 package she had pur- album cover, which cost an additional
chased from Andrea Polito, a popular $125 to $225. A few weeks later, on
wedding photographer in the Dallas 29 December, Andrew emailed, ask-
I LLU ST R ATI ON BY N OM A B A R
area, USA. However, Polito said that ing for the photos and claiming that
Neely and her husband, Andrew the cost of the cover had been in-
Moldovan, hadn’t filled out the al- cluded in the package. Sensing the
bum order form, which she required couple’s frustration, the studio offered
before delivering the photo disc. to give them the CD when the album
After Polito’s studio manager ex- design was approved (and not, as
plained the situation, the bride stipulated in their contract, when it
responded, “Sounds great!” was completed). The Moldovans
THE VERDICT
Yes, they did. Defamation is a difficult claim to prove. In this case, Polito needed
to show not only that the couple had harmed her personal and professional
reputation but also that they had done it “with malice”. The damage to her
business was clear. “Andrea never booked another wedding after that show
aired,” says her attorney, Dave Wishnew. “She had to get out of the lease for
her office space and let all her staff go.” But it was the Moldovans’ own online
comments—such as “We are hoping that our story … completely ruins her
business” and, after the NBC segment aired, “No one is ever going to want to
hire her”—that cost them. The Dallas District Court agreed with Polito’s claims
and ruled in July 2017 that the couple had published false statements about
Polito and disparaged her business. The court ordered the Moldovans to pay
Polito more than $1 million. As Polito’s attorney reminded the jury, “Freedom
of speech is not freedom from consequences.”
Only in India
DID YOU KNOW cutting a cake can the Arms Act (among others). The
land you in jail? In December 2018, three were then remanded in judicial
M. Krishnamurthy, a food delivery custody after being produced before
man in Chennai decided, quite bi- a magistrate court. Jailhouse Rock for
zarrely, to cut his birthday cake with a birthday jingle!
a two-foot-long machete, which was Source: The Times of India
Good News
BY SAP TAK C H OUD H URY AN D JAM ES H ADL E Y
park in France has enlisted some un- says. “Sometimes it’s good to make
likely help in clearing up litter left by people feel a little bit guilty.”
visitors: six rooks. The Puy du Fou
park in the Vendée region has trained Tram that drives itself
the birds to pick up litter by installing TRANSPORT Europe’s first self-
a small box that delivers a nugget of driving tram has been successfully
food each time one of the birds depo- trialled on a six-kilometre route in
sits a cigarette butt or piece of rubbish. Potsdam, Germany. The autonomous
“The goal is not just to clear up, Combino tram, looks like any other
but also to show that nature itself can tram but uses radar, laser technology
teach us to take care of the environ- and camera sensors as multiple vir-
ment,” says Nicolas de Villiers, presi- tual eyes to view oncoming traffic.
dent of the park, which receives two Travelling at up to the track maxi-
million visitors a year. De Villiers says mum of 50 km per hour, it can res-
the birds are “very fast” and can fill a pond to hazards up to 100 metres
box in less than 45 minutes. “We want ahead faster than a human.
Life is too
short to … … be anything
but happy.
… think DR RUKSHANA AFSAR,
New D elhi
about
how to finish
a sentence.
Make your own
… keep dieting. headlines, instead.
Enjoy your food without URVASHI RAUTELA DAS,
worrying about ‘weighty’ Rishikesh
issues. … worry about
NIDA KHWAJA,
G haziab ad
growing old.
Accept the changes of ageing
willingly and be yourself.
… take your PENNATHUR CHANDRASEKARAN,
Coimb atore
loved ones for granted.
SASWATI SENGUPTA, Kolkata
DO THE
RIGHT
THING
How to make
choices that reflect
your values
BY LU C R I NA LDI
Researchers theorize that such lots of values we hold dear, and they
activities enhance our mood, which frequently come into conflict with
boosts dopamine levels in certain one another,” says Peters. “It’s not so
areas of the brain, improving our much that people don’t know what
cognitive abilities and helping us they want; it’s that there are many
weigh different options. things we desire, and we don’t always
In one 2013 study, Ohio State Uni- know how to make the trade-off.”
versity (OSU) psychology professor A retired couple, for example,
Ellen Peters followed two groups: might be torn between yearning to
one that received small bags of be actively involved in their
candy and one that didn’t. grandchildren’s lives and
The mild positive feel- using their free time to
ings inspired the gift- travel. While a single
influenced subjects decision can seem like
to make better a tug-of-war between
choices and im- competing impulses,
proved their working broader life choices
memory. “If you can don’t need to be a
make someone just a definitive either/or.
little happier, they may That aspiring-globetrotter
become a better decision pair might temporarily put
maker,” says Peters, who is also off an epic trip to explore locations
the director of OSU’s Decision closer to home, or commit to
Sciences Collaborative. setting aside time for a vacation
Trouble is, the toughest decisions with their family every summer,
often arrive at the most inconvenient no matter what else comes up.
times. When you’re under duress, An omnivore yearning to cut out
Peters recommends consulting a animal products may find it easiest
family member, a friend or, in certain to make small-scale adjustments that
cases, a professional. They can provide support the principles that prompted
advice that’s not tinged by the work his dietary shift. If he opposes factory
deadline, spousal drama or a leaky farming, he could consider eating
roof sapping your mental energy. ethically raised meat; if he’s after
health benefits, he can opt for what
Balance all options food guru Mark Bittman refers to as
Of course, people make decisions a “vegan before 6 p.m.” diet.
that contradict their ideals all the
time, no matter how single-minded Stay the course
or happy they may be. “There are At Yale, students often stumble
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HEALTH
How to prevent
and treat an attack
The Trouble
With
Gallstones
BY SA MAN TH A R I D E OU T
FOR A SMALL, inessential body doesn’t drain out from the gall
part, the gall bladder can cause a lot bladder completely, over time it
of pain. Roughly the shape and size crystallizes to form gallstones,” he ex-
of a pear, the organ sits in the right plains. Another reason is the change
side of your abdomen. Its job is to in the bile’s concentration. Bile con-
store bile, a liquid produced by the sists of bile salts, electrolytes, bile
liver that helps you digest the fats in pigments, cholesterol and other fats.
your diet. The gall bladder releases When their delicate balance gets
the liquid, as needed, into the small thrown off, these components can
intestine. crystallize. The medical term for gall-
“As you age, the gall bladder loses stones is cholelithiasis and they can
I N DI A P I C T U R E
World of Medicine
10 minutes of exercise
can improve memory
Can’t find your keys? Go for a quick
walk or do a few yoga poses. In a
recent study, brain imaging of 36
healthy young adults who had just
exercised for 10 minutes showed
improved connectivity between the
parts of the brain thought to help
lay down new memories and the
parts involved in detailed memory
processing. The participants also
improved their performance on a A new tool predicts multiple
recall test. The researchers now sclerosis disability
plan to run studies in older adults Using a new MRI technique, a team
to understand whether regular light of researchers measured iron levels in
exercise alters the brain’s structure different parts of the brain in 600 peo-
and function over time. ple with multiple sclerosis (MS) and
250 healthy controls. They found that
Hot baths help your heart individuals with MS had higher iron
A study of 873 men and women levels in the basal ganglia, which con-
between the ages of 60 and 76 showed trol movement, and lower levels in the
that those who took at least five hot thalamus, which helps process signals
baths (with temperatures over 41°C) from the senses. (The more iron you
every week had significantly lower have in your body, the more you are
markers of atherosclerosis, the likely to have in your brain, but that
hardening and narrowing of the doesn’t necessarily mean you will
arteries that can lead to heart attacks develop MS.) These findings could
and strokes. More research is needed one day help doctors better identify
I N D I A P I C T U RE
to determine exactly how baths help which MS patients are at high risk
your heart, but it’s possible that for developing severe disability,
the benefits are due to lower stress including symptoms such as loss
levels and decreased blood pressure. of vision, tremors and paralysis.
Apple Pick(l)ing
BY N AOR E M A N UJA
I ND IA P ICT U RE
Total Time: 20 mins 1. Boil one cob of corn, cool it, separate
Serves: 2 the kernels.
Ingredients: 2. Mix one chopped apple, the corn kernels,
Q1 cob of corn rocket leaves and cheese in a bowl.
Q 1 apple 3. Combine the apple cider
Q /2 cup rocket leaves
1
vinegar, olive oil, salt, pepper,
Q20 gm feta cheese mustard powder and red
Q1 tbsp apple cider vinegar chilli powder to make
Q /2 tbsp olive oil
1
your dressing. Pour
Q /2 tsp mustard powder
1
this dressing over the
Q /4 tsp red chilli powder
1
salad and toss well.
Qsalt and pepper to taste Serve cold.
RECIPE ADAPTED FROM PREVENTION INDIA © JULY 2013. LIVING MEDIA INDIA LIMITED.
MY FATHER, who was a doctor, helps the body absorb iron and even
always insisted that we eat fresh strengthens bones and teeth. These
lemon every day—either as nimbu piquant fruits contain no fat, sodium
pani, or squeezed over something on or cholesterol and are a great source
our plate during meals. He said this of dietary fibre as well.
would keep us “fighting fit and our For maximum benefit, consume as
body’s defences fortified”. fresh as possible and within minutes
This is as true today as it was then— of being squeezed because vitamin C
perhaps even more so. Our bodies gets depleted on exposure to air.
endure daily onslaught from a host
of toxins—pesticide residue in food, PICK THEM BETTER
pollution in the air and water and Q Fresher produce usually has a
diet for great nutritional value as well by scratching the skin and smelling it
as refreshing flavour and fragrance. immediately. You should get a burst
Like all citrus fruits, limes and of citrus fragrance.
lemons are packed with vitamin C, Q For lemons that are a few days old
which boosts immunity, defends the at home, immerse in tap water for
body against infections and protects 20 minutes (or less, if not so dry).
you from respiratory health prob- They will plump up and give you
lems such as colds more juice.
and wheezing. ADAPTED FROM
PREVENTION INDIA ©
Vitamin C also FEBRUARY 2009
LIVING MEDIA INDIA
LIMITED.
INDIAPICTURE
A Day’s Work
THE PRINTER WAS BROKEN, and I say that because the man finally de-
no one could figure out whose fault clared in a loud, exasperated voice,
it was. After arguing back and forth, “No, I don’t want to talk to the dog!”
our supervisor took charge. JENNIFER PAULY
“Look,” he said, “we really don’t
CARTOON BY HARLEY SCHWADRON
‘BE YOUR
BEST
POSSIBLE
SELF’
Actor Ayushmann Khurrana’s brush
with spirituality has powered his growth and
inspired him and his wife Tahira
to fight back a grim diagnosis
BY BLESSY AUGUSTINE AND SUCHISMITA UKIL
PHOTOGRAPH BY BANDEEP SINGH
public relations agency, an event man- Khurrana. “My father plays the flute
agement company and taught mass and is like an encyclopaedia when
communication before making her it comes to Hindi film music. But I
well-received short film Toffee in 2018. grew up in a small city and with very
“I was good at all the things I did but middle-class values and insecurities. I
my heart wasn’t in it. And I didn’t do couldn’t be vocal about my Bollywood
what I really wanted to because I was aspirations.” Khurrana chose instead
afraid of failing. It’s when my [spiritual] to secretly inch towards his dream. In
guides made me dig deeper within college, after clearing his exams to join
myself that I realized that I hadn’t dental school, he decided to switch
to the arts so that he could take part film. The two went to the same tuition
in theatre actively. He travelled the classes. “We had a mutual crush but
length and breadth of the country with neither of us spoke to the other,” says
theatre troupes and even founded two Kashyap. As the school year came to
groups—Aaghaaz and Manchtantra, all an end, Kashyap’s parents took her to
the while excelling in his studies. an acquaintance’s home for dinner.
In 2004, he won the second season of “They told me that their friend was an
MTV Roadies, making him a mini-star astrologer—I was thrilled that I would
in his hometown. “That’s when I lost find out about my future. We go for the
my mind,” jokes Khurrana. “I was just dinner and, guess what, it’s Ayush’s
19 and getting a lot attention from girls house! [Ayushmann’s father Acharya
around me—something I wasn’t used P. Khurrana is a renowned astrologer.]
to. I even broke up with Tahira. But by It was like a Bollywood movie. After
the time the next season began, every- a whole year of not speaking to each
one had forgotten me. I realized then other we were finally face-to-face,”
that being famous is not the says Kashyap. The two got
same as being successful. married in 2010.
That fame is a byprod- “He’s a very hon-
uct of success and not est, sincere artist.
the other way round. I realized that being I could have said
I begged Tahira to famous is not the same sincere human
take me back.” b e i n g ( t h a t ’s
as being successful. That
Kashyap laughs true as well) but
at the memory fame is a byproduct of it’s not the same
of their long-ago success and not the thing. Ever since
break-up. “He came other way round. I’ve known him,
to me and said that I have only known
now that he’s famous he him to give more than
wants space to grow emo- 100 per cent to whatever
tionally, socially and physically. he does. He never takes his
Imagine that! As if I was stopping him art or work for granted,” adds Kashyap.
from growing physically. But in two This is a sentiment Sriram Raghavan,
months he came to his senses,” says director of Andhadhun, echoes. “He’s
Kashyap. “He’s always been a good boy, an actor first,” says Raghavan. “He’s
you know,” she adds. spontaneous, instinctive and often
enjoys improvising on the spot. He
Childhood Sweethearts has a terrific story sense, which is an
Their love story is truly heart-warm- absolute asset.”
ing—almost out of an Ayushmann Though Khurrana has grown as an
other film titled Dream Girl, Khurrana Chandigarh, I’m sure a lot of people
plays the role of a man who portrays must have thought, ‘Yeh actor nahi ban
female characters in theatre, mostly sakta,’ (he can’t become an actor). But
that of Sita in Ramlila. “I only want to it’s just your potential, you know. You
do movies that break the mould, that have to have the faith that you can do
are disruptive,” he says. something and you do it. Nichiren
Khurrana’s discernment in selecting teaches you that if you don’t know what
films comes from the clarity he has al- your limit is, there is no limit. You can go
ways had about who he wants to be. “I beyond it. You should become your best
do cinema only for myself. I do music possible self,” says Khurrana.
BY A NN EM AR I E S CHÄ F E R
A large number of viewers were might well be able to spot a few cute
taken in. Many called the BBC want- panda bears. On 1 April 2013, tele-
ing to know how they could grow their vision channel France 3 revealed that
own spaghetti tree. The BBC diplo- the French government planned to re-
matically replied: “Place a sprig of lease giant pandas in the Pyrenees as
spaghetti in a tin of tomato sauce and part of the continuing reintroduction
hope for the best.” of bears to the region. Although nego-
Even the director-general of the tiations with members of the Chinese
BBC later admitted that after see- government were still going on, it was
ing the news show he checked in an hoped that the first panda pair could
encyclopaedia to find out if that was be introduced in the spring of 2014.
how spaghetti actually grew. The television channel reassured
viewers that panda bears were un-
CHOIR USES HELIUM likely to attack farm animals because
First of April 2014: The renowned Brit- they eat mainly bamboo. As this plant
ish King’s College Choir released a did not grow in the Pyrenees, the plan
video announcing that complex regu- was to use a helicopter to fly several
lations had made it impractical to con- tons of bamboo from the Bamboo
tinue featuring young boys in the choir. Parc Lapenne in southwestern France
Therefore they had been forced to find to the pandas every week. According
other ways to replicate the high pitch of to France 3, naturalists also appreci-
the boys’ pre-adolescent voices. ated that the pandas were two-tone.
“After a lengthy consultation pro- Their black fur would be easy to spot
cess, during which we learnt that the in the snow, and conversely, their
surgical solution was surprisingly white fur would reflect car headlights.
unpopular with the choral scholars,
someone in the chemistry department
came up with a simple solution—and
now all we need is a very large tank of
helium,” said Reverend Richard Lloyd
Morgan, King’s College chaplain.
The video, demonstrating the use of
helium during a performance, ge-
nerated more than one million views
on YouTube.
at the post office for genuine bills eye-care services announced a new
depicting two-legged birds. product on 1 April 2013, the so-called
The paper showed a picture of a prescription windshields.
supposedly authentic bill, which was According to the company, they
just a regular bill onto which the paper‘s were developed in collaboration with
cartoonist, Jan Robert Thoresen, had the Faculty of Product Development at
drawn an extra leg. Lines at post offices the University of London. No matter
soon became so long with people eager which strength a driver needed, the
to exchange their money that post innovative windshields came in any
office employees had to put notices on prescription strength.
the doors explaining that no currency For a limited time there was even
exchange was taking place. a special offer : Customers who
Cartoonist Thoresen was bought the prescription windshields
subsequently questioned by the police, within a certain time span only
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he year his daughter always said no to Sheena. But the day
Sheena turned 18 was the he vomited clumps of blood and the
longest year of Ramendra hospital in Ranchi struggled to treat
Nath Singh’s life. Although him, and made phone calls to his doc-
she had offered with- tors in Delhi, he felt afraid. He wasn’t
out being asked, Singh felt a strange ready to die yet, he realized, even if it
weight descend, as if a rock had lodged meant taking his daughter’s liver.
itself in his chest clamping his breath Seven years earlier, Singh had been
and shrinking his appetite. She was a diagnosed with cirrhosis. For some
child after all, in the first year of engi- years, the doctors treated him with
neering studies. When he took her to medicines, and then advised a trans-
the hospital for tests, she was detected plant. He registered with Vellore and
with jaundice; the doctors would not Delhi on their cadaveric organ list.
touch her until she recovered fully. A cadaveric transplant is not easy—
How long would it be? Singh felt it generally requires shifting to the
guilty counting days like this. He had city of registration for an unspecified
duration, so that you can rush to the volves separate surgeries on donor and
hospital when an organ becomes avail- recipient, coordinated like an orchestra
able. It also requires money, patience (a performance, to check and harvest the
lot of it), and, most of all, luck. organ from the donor, remove the bad
After the bleeding, Singh’s hold organ from the recipient, and then graft
on the world suddenly felt slight, a the healthy one, alongside a thousand
thing of air and thread, and the lottery other things that must be checked and
of the cadaveric list seemed too much done right.
of a risk. It would have to be a living Donors undergo major surgery, with
donor transplant. no benefit to themselves, to gift one of
their organs (or part of one, in case of
SHE OFFERED liver transplants). The liver can regen-
Even so, it was almost a year later that erate on its own, making it possible for
his transplant occurred. At first, he was people to donate up to 70 per cent of
grateful for the delay—perhaps some- it. One kidney can pull the work of two.
one else would come forward to do- Over the past decade and a half,
nate. Would Sheena get married if they India has emerged as a hub for living
saw a large scar across her abdomen? donor organ transplants ( LDOT ) in
But when fluid started to fill his South and Southeast Asia. In 2011, the
abdomen, a condition called ascites, country performed the second highest
where the body is not able to filter out number of LDOTs in the world after the
fluids adequately, he felt grateful that US, according to World Health Organi-
Sheena had offered her liver. zation data. In the absence of a national
In the stupor of the intensive care transplant registry, it is not possible to
unit, his wife didn’t tell him Sheena had give a more recent figure. The current
left to rejoin college just 10 days after cadaveric donation rate is 0.67 per
her day-long surgery. She didn’t want to million, estimates C. E. Karunakaran,
miss classes. Later, when he was moved trustee, NNOS Foundation, formerly
to a ward and could tell day from night, National Network for Organ Sharing.
he thought of what he owed her. But This means two deceased donors in a
once he was outside the hospital hum of year per three million of the popula-
polite beeps and white light, it seemed tion. To compare, Spain’s rate is 34 per
impossible to say thank you. It seemed million of the population, the highest
too little. And sometimes, too much. in the world. This is approximately 68
*** times the Indian rate, for a population
A living donor organ transplant is a that is four per cent of India’s. In other
remarkable thing, both in terms of the words, if there were no living donors,
thrilling medical science involved and the chances of dying while waiting for
the human capacity for giving. It in- an organ in India are pretty high.
stitute 74 per cent of kidney donors. ents is conspicuously lower. In the US,
For liver surgeries, the data I received 35 per cent of liver recipients are women,
was much more limited because as are 39 per cent of kidney recipients.
these transplants happen almost In India, the figures are 24 per cent and
entirely in private hospitals, which do 19 per cent respectively.
not come under RTI. Here, women are Second, transplant figures in the
60.5 per cent of the donors, based on context of the country’s record on gen-
figures for 2009–2017 from five centres. der is worrying. In a 2017 United Na-
Globally, too, women constitute tions Development Programme (UNDP)
a higher proportion of living organ report on gender inequality, India
ranked 125 among 159 countries. did she keep them aside when they
Third is the almost complete came? Her father waved away my
absence of data. Health data in general question. “How can anything go wrong
is inaccessible in India, difficult to get when you do such a good thing?” he
even through RTIs, but data on women said. “And even if it does, you would
and health, outside of child sex ratio, have given life to those who gave life to
maternal mortality and fertility rate, is you.” I looked, but found no such cer-
non-existent. It would appear that what titude. I was full of doubt, and full of
happens to women—other than birth shame. I found myself in a place where
and birthing health—is not known or it was difficult to talk to anyone.
not worth knowing.
*** POLICED BODIES
Last year, I found myself in the I thought I was the only one measuring
position of being a potential donor the sum of my unlived years versus the
for my father’s liver transplant. When certain death of my father in a few days.
I walked into the transplant surgeon’s The surgeon snapped me alert to the
chamber one morning, he took me by women all around me, donors or
surprise. He put my test reports aside donors-in-waiting. Wives, mothers, and
and asked: “Are you under pressure daughters, but also sisters-in-law and
to donate?” daughters-in-law. It surprised me that
“No,” I said. “Why?” so many women were permitted to
“In Indian families, women are often donate. In a society where female
not asked but told to donate. If there is bodies are policed like international
anything like that, I can give your family borders, families seemed conveniently
some clinical reason and reject you.” okay with women’s bodies being cut
I faced no such pressure from my up—mostly by men and for men.
family. But being a potential donor is a The Transplantation of Human
curious pressure in itself. Organs and Tissues Rules, 2014,
I found it hard knowing that a per- permits related and unrelated persons
son’s life rested in my hands. There is to become living donors, but strictly for
the very remote but real possibility of non-commercial purposes. The donor
death—the surgery carries a 0.5 per and recipient must prove their relation-
cent risk of death globally. That means ship and emotional closeness through
one in 200 donors dies. I found myself documents and photographs.
thinking guiltily about my own death The process is simpler for “near-
more than my father’s imminent death relatives”—grandparents, parents,
without a transplant. siblings and children—and spouses.
I often thought of Sheena then. Did A woman may sometimes be grilled
such doubts ever cross her mind? Or to check that she is indeed the wife
and not an impostor. Some unrelated brothers would be fit and willing to
donors are approved if authorities donate. Each brother declined. In the
are satisfied the donation is made for end, his wife’s sister donated her liver.
“reasons of love and affection”. “Even husbands donating livers to
wives is unusual,” says Nagral.
THE MEN REFUSED Doctors say the reason for this
It is entirely legitimate for daughters- disparity is economic. Men work.
in-law and sisters-in-law to donate Women mostly don’t. According to
organs, but “the question to ask is, UNDP, globally, women’s employment
are brothers-in-law and sons-in-law rate is 27.2 per cent, while for men it
donating organs similarly?” says is 78.8 per cent. Women are also paid
Dr Aabha Nagral, liver and liver lesser than men. Thus, a man’s absence
transplant specialist at Jaslok Hospital from work due to donor surgery is seen
in Mumbai and Apollo Hospitals in as more costly.
Navi Mumbai. ***
When Nagral advised a liver trans- “Being a gynaecologist I only treat
plant to one of her patients, he was women. But I have noticed that com-
flustered but hopeful one of his three pared to the number of women who
come to be evaluated here as donors, then they waited for her to recover and
i t i s s t r i k i n g h ow f e w w o m e n donate her liver instead. He did not tell
come here to be recipients,” says us this; I learnt it later. I believe the fa-
Dr Puneet Bedi, gynaecologist at Delhi’s ther’s parents said their son should not
Indraprastha Apollo Hospitals, a risk the operation for a daughter; that
popular kidney transplant centre. Bedi the couple could try for other children.”
has to evaluate their gynaecological “I’ve noticed that the parents of a
fitness before the surgery. lot of young girls start the transplant
Recipient data makes the gender work-up (a series of tests to evalu-
imbalance in transplant surgery even ate health before surgery), start the
starker. In India, paper work and
women made up then don’t show
only 19 per cent up,” says Vibhuti
of all recipients Sharma, transplant
for kidneys and Compared to the coordinator, Insti-
24 per cent for liver. tute of Liver and
The stakes appear
number of women Biliary Sciences,
t o b e d i f f e re n t who come here to be Delhi. “Money for
when the recipient a transplant can be
is a woman, says evaluated as donors, organized through
Prakash Saindane,
t r a n s p l a n t
it is striking how charities and fund-
raising, but it is the
coordinator at few women come lifelong cost of im-
Apollo Hospitals, munosuppression
Navi Mumbai.
to be recipients. (dampening of the
In 2017, he and Dr Puneet Bedi, gynaecologist, immune system
his team raised Indraprastha Apollo Hospitals through medicines
funds for the liver to ensure that the
transplant of a two- new organs are not
year-old girl by applying to the Tata rejected by the recipients’ bodies) and
Trust, the chief minister’s fund and the testing that is the problem. The reality
crowdfunding platform Milaap. By No- is that there are many Indian families
vember, the money was ready and the even today that will find this is not
father was declared fit to donate. “The worth the investment on a girl.”
transplant took place eight months Interestingly, all the transplant
after the money was ready. Why? Be- coordinators I spoke with, those who
cause the mother, who was pregnant agreed to be quoted and those who
at the time, was made to undergo a didn’t, viewed the gender skew in
medical termination of pregnancy, transplants as a problem, but not all
the doctors did. Many doctors said Singh learnt of the dinner plan much
women donate because they are later—how Sheena and her friends
inherently nurturing. A couple of them at IBM had decided to celebrate their
said that women tend to be fitter than first salary cheque by renting a car and
men of the same age, and hence more driving to a dhaba for dinner on the
able to donate. But that still doesn’t ex- highway. The impact of the collision
plain why the proportion of female re- ejected Sheena from the car and she
cipients is so much lower. suffered a head injury. She was the only
This difference in perception might one in the group to die.
arise from the kind of work doctors and The year that Sheena had donated
coordinators do—the latter are more her liver to Singh, his younger daugh-
privy to the human drama that a trans- ter had tied a rakhi on Sheena: She was
plant entails. Doctors mostly aren’t. seen as the true protector of the family.
His wife had started consulting Sheena
THE MIDNIGHT CALL for most things: where her siblings
When the call came from a Bengaluru should take tuition, family holidays,
hospital in September 2017, it was after how to handle her diabetes.
midnight. Singh felt real fear, but did not In the days after her death, when
share it with his wife. Instead, he asked their relatives came home, one of
her not to call their younger daughter Singh’s brothers said they had given
but focus on packing. He booked tickets Sheena too much freedom.
out of Ranchi, and when they reached Singh found himself agreeing with
Bengaluru, he found them a hotel near him. Had he given her too much
the hospital. independence? In the small hours of
When they went to the National the morning, when everyone is asleep
Institute of Mental Health and Neu- except his wife and him, his thoughts
rosciences where Sheena had been return inevitably to her. Sheena, his
admitted, she was lying unconscious, first-born. And he still wells up with
attached to many machines. The doc- anger. “I wanted to send her abroad to
tors said they had performed a surgery study. I was thinking of plastic surgery
on her brain the night before, but were to conceal the scar. I had so many
cautious about her prospects of recov- dreams for her. But she made bad
ery. Singh felt his hold on the world friends, children get out of hand when
slipping away again, a flimsy wisp of they live by themselves, you know.
thread holding a restless balloon. It This would not have happened if she
all seemed to be happening at a great was in Ranchi. I would never have
distance. They returned to the hotel. At allowed her out so late at night.”
11 p.m. that night they got a call: Sheena Footnote: When I backed out, my mother donated her liver
to my father. My father’s surgery was successful, and he is
was dead. now in the 10th month of his new liver.
First published in The Hindu’s Sunday Magazine on 21 October 2018.
BY S U N AN DA JA IN
Above left: K. M. Cariappa (extreme right) with British and Indian dignitaries at
Government House, New Delhi; above right: Cariappa (seated) devising military strategy.
waved us down every time we tried to the veteran sentinel of the country,
take leave. It finally lasted for 120 min- standing immobile, saluting the statue.
utes. “By the way, you both are having I was sure, in those moments, General
breakfast with me tomorrow at nine.” It Cariappa saw in his mind’s eye not
was more of a command, delivered as the symbolic figurine, but columns
we rose to leave. He sat back with his of disciplined soldiers, standing to
aching leg stretched out in front of him attention, hanging upon every word of
and begged to be excused for his poor shabash (praise) he gave them.
manners. In the gently lit room littered He then shook hands with my
with history, the legend himself had husband and returned my greetings
an aura around him as he looked up at warmly, talking as he led us into the
us, his stern expression softened by his dining room: “I pray to my parents,
smile as he bade us goodnight. thanking them for bringing me into this
When we reached his mansion the world and giving me so much. I thank
next morning, the General had just the jawan for looking after my country
finished his bath and entered the room. and pray to him to do so always.” Once
Wordlessly, he nodded to us and walked again, a feeling of déjà vu crept over
up in front of a portrait of his parents to me, of having stepped into a historical
say a silent prayer. He then moved in romance, familiar yet intriguing, as
front of the tall, silver statue of an army he pulled a chair for me to sit next to
jawan, standing conspicuously on the him. He picked up a bell—more like a
mantelpiece. It was a moving prayer to gong—by his plate. The staff entered
the soldier invoking him to guard his the room silently, even before the
country with courage and dedication. peeling of the bell had died down. The
Tears welled up in my eyes as I saw General commanded, “Bearer, nashta
broken into two but was neatly joined Years have passed. But even now, as
back together with Araldite. He smiled I hold the paperweight in my hands, I
as he found me looking at it and ex- can still see him clearly, standing un-
plained that he was sentimentally at- der the morning sky—tall and well-
tached to it. The idlis were steaming built, head held high and a hand raised
hot and so was the coffee. He invari- in the final greeting as we drove away.
ably spoke about the army, politics, Field Marshal Cariappa may be no
philosophy and of Sri Sathya Sai Baba more, but his spirit keeps a silent vigil
of whom he was an ardent devotee. over his beloved country, forever.
held a contest for the morbidly out. Instead, it had become em-
curious. The challenge: participants bedded in her eyelid’s soft tissue.
were to stay inside a “deluxe, slightly Any contact-wearer knows
used” coffin for 30 straight hours, to carry a spare—it just helps
with an hourly six-minute bathroom to know it’s there.
The
Dog
That Came
Back from
The Dead
BY ER IC WAG ENK NE CH T WI T H T ESS ST RO K ES
FR O M O U T S I D E O N L I N E .COM
W
e charge
up the fi-
nal ascent
of the
13,041-
ft Grand
Traverse
Peak, about 11 km east of Vail, Colo-
rado, USA. My new running partner,
Merle—a one-year-old blue Austra-
lian shepherd—seemed unfazed by
the previous 13 km we’d covered. I
also felt strong, energized by the clear
Rocky Mountain air and endless blue
sky. It was Father’s Day 2017, and I
was set to return home to my four-
year-old son, Axel; my nine-year-old
daughter, Lily; and my wife, Susan,
by noon. As I reached the summit, I
heard a short yelp but assumed Merle
would be seconds behind me, as he
had been all morning. I snapped a
photo of the view for my family, called
out to the dog, then tucked my phone
in my pack and headed back down
the trail. Merle was nowhere to be
seen. “Merle! Merle!” I called. “Where
are you?” I felt a tickle of panic in my
throat as I threaded my way down the field and a massive cliff. Below that, I
ridge, still seeing no signs of him. But could see a wide, empty, snow-covered
he was athletic and young and invin- basin. There was no sign of Merle in
cible. He must be fine, I reasoned. the rock field or the basin. I could still
Then, several hundred feet farther hear that last yelp in my mind, and
down, I saw his paw prints on a five- now I realized what it had signaled.
foot-wide strip of snow at the top of Merle was gone.
a steep chute. I followed them cau- Merle and I had started the day at
tiously until they disappeared entirely 4 a.m. at our home in Eagle, Colorado.
off the edge. About 800 feet below, the I’d stacked my running clothes next to
chute ended abruptly in a boulder the bed the night before and filled my
Then I saw something running in the of a field of rocks. I grabbed his back
basin below me. “There he is! Oh my legs for a moment, but he squirmed
God! I’m OK. I need to go.” away, deep into a subterranean pocket
“OK, be safe” was all Susan had time within the boulders. I moved rocks and
to say before I hung up and ran down snow away from the crack’s entrance
the ridge. Merle was sprinting down- until two backyard grill–size boulders
hill, away from me. I couldn’t follow slid together, clamping my ring finger
his nearly vertical route without tech- between them. I yanked out my hand
nical climbing gear, so I needed to find and saw the nail was smashed and
a safer way down. spurting blood. I threw on a glove from
After almost an hour, I had made it my pack to contain the flow, then kept
to the basin, and saw Merle standing digging. A few minutes later, I’d cleared
on a large rock outcropping. Relief enough snow to stick my head in the
washed over me. I’d taken him on a crack. I peered down into the darkness.
selfish pursuit to a selfish place. I’d I could hear the jingle of Merle’s collar,
pushed him too far. but I couldn’t see him.
I followed Merle up the basin. Soon, I I yelled, alternating between angry
was close enough to see that he looked and nearly hysterical and calm and
oddly swollen; he was covered with coaxing. No response. I decided to give
lacerations, and his gait was hobbled him space. Maybe he was OK and my
and stiff. When I got within a few feet panic was freaking him out. I opened
of him, he dived into a crack at the edge the can of sardines and left them as a
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waited, I went to the scene of the fall. tooth system. After I hung up, they
Above, I saw the path Merle had taken: burst into tears.
He’d slid some 700 feet down the up-
I
per snowfield, fallen off a 40-foot cliff, ’ve always owned dogs. They ac-
then rolled down another 100-foot cliff companied me into the moun-
to the lower snowfield where I now tains, where, bounding off-leash,
stood. How did he walk away from this? they seemed protected by an invin-
I thought. cible athleticism. Merle was bred for
I returned to the crack, leaned in and the trail. I had assumed the rugged
called his name again. Inside, it smelt Aussie would take to the high alpine
wet. After a decade of archery hunting, trail intuitively. But the reality is that
I knew the scent—it smelt like death. I almost no one thinks about training
spent another hour crouched outside their dogs for the mountains.
the cave, until the jingle of the “In potentially deadly terrain,
collar and Merle’s deep it’s critical that hu-
breathing stopped. mans help dogs under-
It was late afternoon, stand their limits,” says
and I worried about los- Amber Quann, who
ing daylight. I was on the runs Summit Dog
wrong side of a big moun- I spent an hour Training in Fort Col-
tain, far from home and crouched outside lins, Colorado. She
not prepared to spend the the cave, until the helps owners and dogs
night outside. I packed prepare for outdoor
up, traversed the basin, jingle of Merle’s adventures through
descended a slushy snow- collar and his deep relationship building
field, then found my way breathing stopped. and body-conditioning
to the base of the chute I’d classes. Dogs can’t talk
come down. I climbed the to us, but they have
melting snowpack as quickly as I could, other ways of communicating that we
reusing my kicked steps from the de- need to pay attention to. It’s up to us
scent. When I got reception, I phoned to learn their idiosyncrasies. Of course,
Susan. it’s difficult to tune into a dog’s subtle
“I’m OK, Sus, but I’m walking down behaviour changes when you’re listen-
alone.” ing to a podcast or chatting with your
“Is he dead?” climbing partner. “It’s as simple as put-
“Yeah.” ting your phone down and being pres-
Then I ran away, back down the ent in the moment,” Quann says.
trail. I didn’t know that Lily and Axel That communication leads to trust,
which is the other part of taking a she returned to the house two hours
dog into the mountains. “You have to later, the crew had left and the dog
trust your dog to make good decisions was curled by the front door. Gumber
by giving her a safe amount of free- had noticed him limping earlier, and
dom and not always interrupting her now she saw that he was filthy, weak
natural behaviours,” Quann says. “We and skeletally thin. She ushered the
want owners to help their dogs but dog into her car, then took him to her
not micromanage them.” The bottom Eagle–Vail home for food and water.
line, she notes, is if a trip will be more Miraculously, Gumber found that
stressful with your dog, leave him or the dog still had a collar. That after-
her at home. noon, she left a voice mail on my
I knew Susan questioned whether I’d mobile: “I have Merle. Please call me.”
done enough to keep Merle safe. My I’d left town a few days earlier for
possible carelessness gnawed at a work trip to Austria. I got
me, too, so I called our longtime the call and FaceTimed Susan
vet and friend, Charlie back home immedi-
Meynier, owner of Vail ately, where it wasn’t
Valley Animal Hospital, yet dawn. Neither of
to try to get some clo- us knew what the mes-
sure. He assured me I sage meant. Susan as-
had done everything I
Merle had likely sumed it was a sick
could to save Merle. “He gone into a coma, prank, but she agreed
crawled into that cave to then woken up and to call the woman back
secure shelter, which is that morning. A few
typical for a dog in dis-
covered 32 km in hours later, we had
tress who is on the verge 20 days to return an answer: Merle was
of dying—they hide and home. alive, Susan said. “I’m
hunker down,” he said. getting him this after-
noon.” When she got
T
hree weeks later, on 8 July, a to Gumber’s house, she collapsed to
real estate agent named Dana the floor as soon as she saw Merle,
Dennis Gumber was prepar- gently stroking his battered body. He
ing a listing in East Vail, more than a seemed to recognize her, though his
kilometre from the Deluge Lake trail- wandering eyes made her think he’d
head where Merle and my journey had suffered some brain damage.
started off. She noticed a ragged-look- Susan drove him to the Vail Valley
ing dog near the property’s deck and Animal Hospital, where emergency
assumed he belonged to the landscap- veterinarian Rebecca Hall found that
ers working on the complex. But when Merle had two detached retinas, a
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Reunited at last:
(from left) Susan,
Lily, Axel (bottom)
and Eric with Merle
in his arms
punctured lung, facial lacerations and low a scent or hear traffic kilometres
sores on his hind legs. He had lost away,” she says. Plus, after a week in the
about 5.4 kg—almost a third of his wilderness, Merle’s senses had likely
weight. His stool showed that he’d sur- sharpened. “I’d guess it was this com-
vived on pine needles and berries. He bination, plus intuition and some luck,
was tattered, but, remarkably, he didn’t that got him home,” she says.
need stitches and none of his bones Over the next week, while I was still
were broken. Hall was amazed that away, Merle recovered beautifully.
Merle had walked away from falling so His wandering eyes straightened, he
far. He had hunkered down in a cave, gained weight and his gait returned to
likely gone into a coma, then woken up normal. Axel and Lily, who now fully
and, seriously injured, covered 32 km believe in miracles, spent every mo-
in 20 days to return home. “You don’t ment with their best friend. When I got
hear a lot of stories about dogs surviv- home just after midnight one day later
ing in the wilderness,” Quann says. “But that month, I walked through the front
herding breeds are driven and tough. door, anxious to see Merle. Would he
His return was most likely testament run from me again? I entered our liv-
to his positive association with home. ing room, then kneeled down and
These dogs are incredibly bonded to called out to him. He gave a quick
their owners.” bark before lowering his ears, tucking
Quann says Merle probably followed in his tail and wiggling onto my lap.
human smells on the trail to get back to He clawed my chest like he wanted
civilization. “We can’t wrap our brains to climb on top of my shoulders and
around how easy it is for a dog to fol- kissed my face.
L O N G -T E R M
V I S
G
RETEL SCHMITZ-MOORMANN OF DRESDEN, GERMANY,
wore glasses for decades, but when she was 53, they
stopped helping. No matter how her eye doctor adjusted
her prescription, she simply couldn’t read anymore. The
problem? Age-related macular degeneration (AMD), which cloaks
the central field of vision, making it difficult to see whatever you
look at directly, although peripheral vision remains intact. There
was no treatment for her condition.
“If you think of a dark spot wherever you look, that’s almost exactly
what my vision is like,” says Schmitz-Moormann, now 79, a patient
spokesperson with Pro Retina Deutschland, a self-help association
of people with retinal degeneration. “It took months, if not years, for
me to allow the idea that this eye disorder was part of my life.”
AMD is one of three common condi- the age of 65 most affected. “Cases of
tions affecting the retina, the area in the this condition in India are on the rise
back of the eye on which the lens proj- because of increased longevity and a
ects images. To see those images, your booming population,” says Sakhuja.
retina must send details to the optic According to a 2016 rural–urban
nerve so that your brain can process AMD study by Sankara Nethralaya, a
the scene. If the retina becomes dam- non-profit ophthalmic care institu-
aged, part or all of your vision can be tion in Chennai, 20 per cent of India’s
wiped away, sometimes permanently. rural population and 16 per cent of
Caused by ageing or associated dis- its urban population had age-related
eases, AMD and other eye-related con- maculopathy—the early stage of AMD.
ditions can come as a surprise among Apart from age, the study also lists
senior citizens, as many neglect their consumption of smokeless tobacco
eye health. Says Dr David Garway- as a major risk, especially amongst
Heath, an ophthalmology professor India’s rural population.
at the University College London, “As “The centre of the retina gives
people get older, they have an expecta- you the most quality of life,’’ says
tion that there will be a decline in their Dr Hansjiirgen Agostini, retinal spe-
vision, so they don’t necessarily seek cialist at the Eye Center of the Univer-
out routine care to detect eye disease’’. sity of Freiburg in Germany. “That’s
Skipping check-ups can have dire where you read, where you recognize
effects: Retinal problems progress si- faces.” Changes within the eye dam-
lently, surreptitiously robbing you of age the centre of the retina, impact-
sight when interventions might have ing vision. Early on, straight lines look
helped. “People with these conditions distorted. Later, dark spots block what
may have no complaints. Many only you’re viewing. There are two forms
visit an optician to get their prescrip- of AMD: wet and dry. About 90 per
tion glasses. A specialist on the other cent of people with AMD have the dry
hand can detect retinal problems in kind, caused by retinal thinning due
time and suggest intervention. So regu- to ageing. There’s currently no treat-
lar eye examinations are critical in sav- ment, although research is ongoing.
A L L P H OTOS : ©S HU T T E R STOC K
ing one’s sight,” says Dr Navin Sakhuja, “An early study showed that in a spe-
a Delhi-based ophthalmologist, who cific genetically defined group, which
runs his own private practice. is about half the population, you can
slow the progression of the disease by
AGE-RELATED MACULAR a monthly injection, but these findings
DEGENERATION will have to be confirmed by late-stage
AMD is the leading cause of visual im- trials,” Agostini says. Only 10 per cent
pairment in India, with individuals over of AMD-affected people have wet AMD,
A CATARACT IS CAUSED WHEN THE LENS OF THE EYE gets dense and
cloudy. It develops gradually and can occur at any age, due to various reasons
ranging from smoking to trauma. Since cataracts develop slowly, it is entirely
possible to not notice any vision disturbance in the beginning. However, as
the cataract grows larger, it causes greater distortion of light passing through
the lens, leading to significant vision loss.
“Cataracts have been reported to be responsible for 50 to 80 per cent
of the bilaterally blind in India,” says Dr Anthony Vipin Das. “An estimated
20 lakh new cases of cataract are being added to the burden every year.”
Usually age-related cataract occurs due to the lens becoming more and
more opaque. This causes symptoms such as blurred or double vision, glare
at night and need for brighter light for reading and other activities.
“Senile cataracts can start to form from
the fifth decade of life,” says Das. Contrary
to popular belief, it is not advisable to wait
until the cataract reaches a mature stage
before starting treatment. “The rate of com-
plications and difficulty in extraction is
higher in long-standing cataracts,” he adds.
Cataract surgery is usually advised when
visual impairment hampers quality of life. It
is also recommended when vision fails to im-
prove after correction with spectacles. Dur-
ing a cataract surgery, Das explains, a small
incision is made on the side of the cornea.
A tiny probe is then inserted into the eye.
This device emits ultrasound waves that
soften and break up the lens so that it can be removed via suction. “This is
known as phaco-emulsification cataract surgery and is one of the most
widely performed surgeries for cataracts today,” he says.
Another type of surgery is extracapsular surgery. A longer incision is made
on the side of the cornea and the cloudy core of the lens is removed in one
piece. The rest of the lens is removed by suction. “The natural lens is then
replaced by an artificial lens, called an intraocular lens (IOL). Light is focused
clearly by the IOL on to the retina, thereby improving vision,” Das says.
“Cataract surgery in today’s age is highly successful with vastly improved
accuracy,” says Sakhuja. This is in no small way due to technological advance-
ments like the use of micro-incisional surgery and the use of several newer
IOLs. These are primarily monodical or multifocal, depending on whether
correction is desired for distance only or both near and distance vision.
Trifocal lenses add another intermediate area of focus.
Suddenly, the clouds part and the “No,” says Joe. “I have two broth-
sun shines on an empty parking spot. ers out west. Every time I go drink-
Without hesitation, the man says, ing, I order a shot for them both.”
“Never mind, I found one!” IrishPost.com Joe does this every day for a few
weeks, until one day he comes in
I WANT TO GO BACK to a time and orders just two whiskeys. The
when the worst thing people had bartender asks, “Did something
BELLY UP!
They’re called ‘dog balloons’—snapshots of pooches that are turned upside down
so the pups seem to be floating on the ceiling, and loving every minute of it.
LEAP OF
FAITH
BY R AT H INA SA N KA RI
Won’t You Be My
Neighbour—
and
horticulture and I don’t like dirt, worms “Nice. I don’t have kids, but I have
or anything that calls itself ‘mulch’. nieces. They’re like surrogate children
I decided I needed to seize on the one but they go home at the end of the day
thing I already knew about her—she and they didn’t give me stretch marks.
takes out her blue bin. I would wait for So that’s a positive! Have a great day!”
garbage day and stage a meet-cute. I’d taken the cool cucumber and
mashed it to a pulp.
THE FOLLOWING TUESDAY, I woke up As we both walked away, I turned
a little earlier than usual and put on a and called out, “Oh, and by the way,
touch of concealer and some lip gloss, I’m Megan.”
careful not to look like I was trying too “Michelle,” she replied.
hard. After separating the cardboard I walked back inside, wearing a
and the plastics, I waited. giant grin.
A little after 8 a.m., I began losing my
nerve. What if it’s her husband’s day to
do the chores? I thought. What if she
doesn’t like me? I DECIDED IT WAS TIME
Before I could bail, though, I saw TO TAKE THINGS TO
movement. The garage door retracted THE NEXT LEVEL, SO
and the blonde emerged. I grabbed a
I ASKED HER TO COME
bin and made my way to the end of my
driveway. Just act natural, Murphy,
WATCH THE BACHELOR
I told myself.
WITH ME.
“Good morning. How are ya?” I said,
cool as a cucumber.
“Good. And you?” she replied. OUR ‘COINCIDENTAL’ recycling meet-
“Doing well. It’s supposed to be ups continued for a few weeks until I
pretty warm today, so that’ll be nice.” gathered my courage to walk across the
(Good one, Murphy.) street and engage in an actual conversa-
“Yeah, I heard that on the radio.” tion. It lasted about a half hour, during
“You listen to the radio? I actually which we compared upbringings, our
work in radio. It’s my job to tell people siblings’ names and where we fit in the
the weather. I’m not a meteorologist, birth order. We liked each other. There
just a DJ. I talk for a living. Clearly!” was a spark. I could tell.
The blonde cocked an eyebrow, I decided that it was time to take
looking slightly confused (and things to the next level and invited her
hopefully intrigued?). “Interesting,” she over—not for coffee or for dinner, but
said. “Well, I’d better get my son loaded for something far riskier. I asked her to
into the car for school.” come watch The Bachelor [an American
dating and relationship reality TV When it was time for Michelle to go,
series] with me. I told her to wear we hugged at the door and I said, “Get
pyjama pants and, without blinking, home safe.” She laughed and,
she said she would be there at eight. 15 seconds later, from across the road,
yelled, “The commute wasn’t too bad!”
THAT NIGHT, while my boyfriend was
out at his league basketball game, I LIKE ANY GOOD DATE, you don’t call
cleaned the house, showered and put the next day. I figured I should wait until
on my best flannel. I went overboard on garbage day to make my next move, but
refreshments. We were new to each then I saw her from my window, unload-
other so I didn’t know her preferences ing groceries, and I ran outside. “Hey!
yet. I bought red and white wine, Need some help over there?” I called.
popcorn, two types of chips, along “Hello! That would be awesome,”
with some veggies and dip, so she she beamed.
wouldn’t judge my junk-food habits. I “I had a really good time the other
lit a vanilla-scented candle. night,” I said, blushing.
I was ready. “Me too,” she said. “I got home and
Michelle arrived at the door wearing told my husband ‘I think I made a
the requisite sleeper pants and a com- friend’.” Then she paused and
fortable hoodie. She had also brought sheepishly admitted, “I asked him if I
licorice—my favourite. could call you and he told me not to
As the show started, we settled on come on too strong.”
the couch and proceeded to drink From then on, we were like contes-
wine, binge from our buffet, dissect tants on The Bachelor—we really ‘put
doomed television relationships, tell ourselves out there’; we were ‘there for
stories about our own and laugh our the right reasons’; and we ‘found what
faces off. It was arguably the best first we’d been looking for’—a new friend to
date I’ve ever been on. fall platonically in love with.
CLOSE TIES
Friendship: Because I’ve said many dumb things and you
acted like they were TED Talks.
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IT WAS A HOT DAY in May 2010 when I stopped being an Indian. Officially.
It happened in a musty little office of the immigration and naturalization
authority in the German city that had come to be my home.
I was early for my 3 p.m. appointment with the official responsible for
einbürgerung (naturalization). As I sat outside the door waiting to go in, I felt
weighed down by the enormity of what was about to happen.
It had been a long road that had brought me to this door: a childhood
and youth in India, through university and a 14-year stay in the US and
finally to a life of two and a half decades in Germany. I’d been rooted and
uprooted several times, but this is where I’d lived the longest—where I’d
struggled to master a foreign language; where I’d found work and made
new friends; where I’d brought up my son, largely on my own, and learnt
to be truly independent.
Yet, in all those years, I’d hung on to my Indian citizenship, ambiva-
lent about giving it up in spite of the difficulties I faced because of it—the
inability to vote and the problems with international travel being the most
important ones. But after 25 years in and nondescript art prints on the walls.
Germany, I was much more in touch The only picture that stood out was a
with Germany’s politics than with face, round as a ball—Klee’s ‘Marked
India’s, and it was frustrating to have Man’—divided into variously coloured
no voice in shaping the policies that sections. How appropriate, I thought!
affected me. In fact, the irony was A sectioned face, symbolic of the immi-
that in spite of being very political, grants who sit in this chair, their souls
I had never voted in my life. broken into the colours of the cultures
they come from, their multiple identi-
NOW, APPROACHING RETIREMENT, ties, their divided hearts.
I realized I’d like to spend more time in I was surprised by her first question:
India, where I also have a house, family “Have you brought your last
and friends. I was afraid, though, that salary statement?”
an absence of more than six months “No, I thought the salary statements
could result in a loss of my resident from last year were enough.”
status in Germany, which over the “Well, that was four months ago!”
years had come to be my home. Ambiv- she said with a disapproving look, and
alent though I was, I knew I couldn’t I knew that I’d already failed, that I’d
afford to let this door to Germany close been found wanting. Yet, there was an
forever, and, given that dual citizenship underlying sense of relief as well.
was not permitted, I knew of no other “Should I come back some other
way of keeping it open. day?” I asked quickly.
Looking at my watch, I saw it was “No, no that’s all right,” she said
time for my appointment. I knocked grudgingly, wanting to get the whole
gently and went in. The official, an thing over with. “We can go on. Just
unsmiling middle-aged woman with make sure you bring it to me later.”
greying hair and a raspy smoker’s voice, So, on we went.
asked me to take a seat while she got She handed me a piece of paper and
my file out. I felt unaccountably tense asked me to read it out loud. It was a
as if I were there to be assessed once half-page of text in German. I started
again. The mandatory written test reading it, but she interrupted me,
was behind me, but I wasn’t sure if I’d saying, “Please read it all … including
have to pass some sort of inspection the place and date.” So I started again,
to prove myself worthy of the citizen- stumbling inexplicably over words
ship that was about to be conferred I knew well. It was an oath I was read-
upon me. I worried that I would fail. ing, swearing to be loyal to this country
To control my nerves, I forced myself and to observe all the duties of a citizen.
to look around the office. There were I reached the end and put the paper
a few small plants on the windowsills down on her desk.
Handing me her pen she said, “Sign EARLIER, AS I’D BEEN WAITING to go
here,” tapping on the bottom of the page into the room, I had taken my Indian
I’d just read. passport out of my bag one last time
And so, with one stroke of her pen, and run my fingers over the golden
I signed my old nationality away. emblem embossed on the dark blue
My eyes were too full of tears to cover and flipped through the much-
read the citizenship certificate stamped pages, curling slightly at the
she handed me. edges. All the countries I’d been to—the
We shook hands to US, Switzerland, South
seal the deal. That was all Africa, Lesotho, Bhutan,
the ceremony there was Mexico—all with their own
to it. No photograph, no visas, entry and departure
cheers, no fanfare—just stamps in different
a dry handshake. Try- colours.
ing to explain my tears This passport and
I said, it was a huge i t s p re d e c e s s o r s ha d
schritt (step) in my life confirmed my identity
and, at the same time, a I took my Indian as an Indian national.
terrible schnitt (cut). passport out It’s what I’d held in my
The lady looked of my bag one hands when I’d stood in
surprised at that, but last time and various consulate lines
agreed that it was a very to get visas, in other
ran my fingers
important step. lines at airports to have it
“You must be willing to over the golden inspected, while others,
give something up to get emblem G ermans, Americans,
something else,” she said embossed on the B r i t i s h c i t i z e n s j u s t
sanctimoniously. dark blue cover. walked through with the
I watched sadly as breezy confidence of
she took my old Indian ‘first-world’ citizens.
passport away and slipped it into a There would be none of that
plastic envelope to be sent to the Indian anymore, now that I had joined
consulate in Munich. their ranks. Like them, I could live
“Can I get it back after it’s been in Germany indefinitely, vote, go in
cancelled?” I asked. and out of Europe and travel to most
“That’s something you’ll have to ask countries around the world without
the Indian consulate,” she said. “It’s needing a visa. I, too, had become a
their property, not ours. And certainly first-world citizen!
not yours!” This last bit was said with a Why then, instead of rejoicing, did
certain amount of vehemence. I feel so sad?
JUST BEFORE NEW YEAR’S EVE, my So then why go to Cuba and dive
wife and I left our two children at into the crosshairs of both diplomatic
home in New York with my parents and acoustic uncertainty? Because
and sneaked down to Havana for a this is why we travel. As José Martí,
brief getaway. More than once, I felt Cuba’s national poet and philoso-
as if we had opened a portal into a pher, once wrote, “In a time of crisis,
parallel universe. the peoples of the world must rush to
T
uncertainty. Many Cubans we talked
to cited President Obama’s 2016 visit HERE’S A BIT OF
as a critical first step in normalizing consumerist whiplash that
relations between the two countries. goes on when one travels to
But such optimism has given way Cuba. There is no capitalist
to a kind of stagnant waiting game, excess there. Things are used and then
filled with more questions than used some more until they eventually
answers: Is the sudden explosion of fall apart. And then they are fixed.
private businesses (like Airbnb) on Our driver in Havana had inherited
the island a sign of things to come his cherry-red 1959 Buick Invicta
or merely window dressing on what convertible from his father, who
remains a totalitarian regime? What had inherited it from his father. The
will happen now that a Castro is no engine was original. I asked how
longer in charge? And if I did go to many kilometres the car had on it.
Cuba, would my capitalist mind be “This can’t be measured,” he said.
turned into mush? Much in Cuba resists measurement.
Like many, I had been particularly Time becomes slippery. When we
taken by reports that US diplomats drove into the city from José Martí
in Cuba had suffered from a range of International A irpor t, we were
mysterious symptoms, including nau- instantly immersed in a whirlwind of
sea, hearing loss, dizziness, memory ghostly history: American Plymouths
loss and even brain damage. Both the from the 1950s, Soviet Ladas from the
media and the US State Department 1970s, Polski Fiats from the 1980s,
bandied about an attack by a sonic donkey carts, the odd Peugeot. It was
weapon or microwave weapon as a as if every moment that came before
possible explanation. was also present now.
I
One of the young Cubans we talked
to waiting in line shrugged off this WILL NOT BE THE FIRST to
inconvenience. “Yes, there are short- tell you that the streets of Ha-
ages of goods. No, it’s not ideal,” he vana are an intoxication. The
said. “Private enterprise is important. city is ridiculously photogenic,
But we don’t just want to copy the no filters needed. Our Airbnb was in
American system—no offence—where Vedado, a deceptively calm residential
everything is about money.” neighbourhood of ageing mansions
One of the great gifts of our short that also feature a few of the city’s most
time in Havana was time itself. Spe- thumping night clubs and Fábrica de
cifically, not having constant access Arte Cubano—an old cooking oil fac-
to the internet. Havana has recently tory turned into a sprawling arts com-
allowed for public Wi-Fi, but only in plex. The night we went, there was a
certain parks and street corners. One fashion show, a concert, a gallery open-
has to purchase a little card to buy ing all wrapped up into one. Cubans
time online. And so we guiltily joined are ingenious at adapting what they
the masses at night in John Lennon have into something that is greater than
Park (not to be confused with Lenin the sum of its parts.
Park outside the city), huddled around From Vedado we walked. We
the glow of our smartphones. Would walked along the Malecón, the sea-
this be where the new revolution be- front avenue and promenade known
gan? And would this revolution have as the “sofa of the city”, where young
its own emoji? people come out to see and be seen
as the ocean pounds the city’s sea In fact, Habaneros are some of the
wall. We strolled through the crum- more upbeat people I have ever met.
bling part of Centro Habana, the “real Citizens in many of the Socialist and
Havana”, as many people put it. Every- post-Socialist countries I’ve visited
one was home for the holidays; the often radiate a carefully honed
mood was festive. We dodged water cynicism. Cubans are just the opposite.
flung from balconies. They are not blind to the problems in
We drifted through the Callejón their country but there is no time to be
de Hamel, an alleyway covered in down because … there’s a rumba street
Afro–Cuban street art by Salvador festival! (And a car to fix, an apartment
González—inscribed bathtubs em- to rent, eggs to track down …) Even
bedded in walls, bright murals of bo- Jesus was in on the action. The Christ of
dies entangled in dance. We passed the Havana is a 66-foot-tall statue made of
joyous scrum of a rumba street festival. Carrara marble that overlooks the city
Was there a rumba festival here from a hilltop across the bay.
every day? I wouldn’t be surprised. “In Rio, their Jesus is like this,” said
our guide, holding out his arms. “In
Cuba he is like this, with a mojito and
a cigar.” The Cuban benediction.
TRAVEL TIPS
We were constantly called out by
strangers: “Where are you from?”
GETTING TO HAVANA While People beamed when we told them.
there are a number of flights to
Havana from India, all of them
“We love the US. I have a cousin in
include layovers. Queens. It’s cold there, yes? I would
WHEN TO VISIT Thanks to Cuba’s
die. Please tell everyone that Cuba is
tropical climate, Havana is an beautiful. No Mafia, no war. Just moji-
appealing year-round destination. tos and salsa dancing.” Hand on stom-
Temperatures are slightly cooler ach, the dance was demonstrated, the
from November to late spring, but toe expertly twirled in the dust.
this is also the dry season, so you
F
can expect lots of sunny days.
Summer and autumn experience OR THE AVERAGE
more tropical showers, though Cuban, it is of course not just
there are still plenty of clear mojitos and salsa dancing.
days. Hurricanes are a possibility Ever y day is an act of
during these months, though it is improvised survivalism. But as visitors
impossible to predict in advance
when, or if, they will hit Cuba.
on this miraculous island, we followed
the Christ of Havana’s lead and drank
More information
our fair share of mojitos. They went
www.cubatravel.cu
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universally forgettable, but this is not To enter, you must wait in line before
why you come to Cuba. You come to descending through a replica of a red
be transported. To dance, to soak in British telephone booth into a small
the jaw-dropping collage of colonial subterranean space.
and Art Deco architecture, to ponder Fonseca and his bandmates slowly
the sad-alien street murals by Yulier arrived one by one, greeting one
Rodriguez Perez, to hear stories of a another, testing their instruments.
parallel world that begins to slowly There was no rush. The music didn’t
merge with your own. start until well after 11 p.m. Yet when
And you come for the sound. Never that first note was struck, everything
have I been to a place whose identity is seemed to fade away: the city, the
so entangled in its auditory fingerprint. island, the ocean, the world.
The guttural putt putt of eight-cylinder The drummer was humble,
Cadillacs built before my father was incorruptible, generous. Fonseca
born; the ocean rising and slapping dashed up and down his keyboard
at the Malecón; the timbale’s bell like a gazelle. The conga player, when
chattering at a bar; the swish and chop his time finally came, let loose such an
of a broom on a doorstep; the boom of avalanche of rhythm, the atoms in the
the ceremonial cannons fired every room began to quiver and split. Tell me,
evening from the Fortaleza de San is there a more ecstatic instrument than
Carlos de la Cabaña. the conga drum?
Our last night in Havana we went When the song finally ended, the
to see Roberto Fonseca and his world came rushing back, changed,
band Temperamento at the famous unchanged. We were in Cuba, still. We
La Zorra y El Cuervo jazz club. took a breath and began to applaud.
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Crossing
Over To
Europe
It’s hard enough for a 16-year-old
girl to escape from Syria and find
sanctuary in Europe. But what
if she is in a wheelchair?
F
r om the beach we could see the island of Lesbos—and
Europe. The sea was quiet, flecked only by the smallest
of whitecaps that looked as if they were dancing on the
waves. The island did not look far off. But our grey dinghies were
small and sat low in the water, weighed down with as many lives
as could be packed into the small boats.
the coast guard was leaving. So we looked grim and beaten down.
should go. A mist was coming down, My name is Nujeen, which means
and the cry of the seagulls no longer new life, and I guess you could say I
seemed so romantic. was unexpected. When I came along on
Some call this crossing rihlat al- New Year’s Day 1999, my oldest brother
moot, or the route of death. It would Shiar was 26 and my youngest sibling
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Nujeen, as a
10-year-old in
would bring home text- Syria, before
books from school, and the war
I would read them myself in
a couple of weeks. My family
did try to take me out, but it
was too much trouble since
we had no lift, and I had to
be carried up and down five
flights of stairs. But I did not
wallow in misery. My favou-
rite saying is: “Laugh as long
as you breathe, love as long as
you live.”
In January 2011, just af-
ter my 12th birthday, I was
watching Days of Our Lives were reports that the boys were be-
when my brother Bland rushed in ing tortured. On 18 March, after Fri-
and turned the channel to Al Jazeera. day prayers, families of the missing,
“Something has happened!” he cried. accompanied by community leaders,
On the screen we could see people marched on the governor’s house. Riot
gathering in the main square in Cairo, police used water cannons to disperse
waving flags and demanding the re- them, then armed police opened fire.
moval of President Hosni Mubarak. Three people were killed.
Then came the tear gas and rubber Two days later, protesters set fire to
bullets to drive the demonstrators the local Ba’ath party headquarters and
away. A few days later, there were tanks other government buildings. President
and barricades in the streets, until Assad sent tanks to crush the protest-
President Mubarak stepped down. It ers. The revolution had begun.
PHOTO: COURTESY OF NUJEEN MUSTAFA
university and fired tear gas and bullets. Eventually, my parents agreed we
As we had seen elsewhere in Syria, should leave. First we went back to
the violence soon escalated. Rebels Manbij, which was under rebel con-
got hold of more effective weapons, trol. But no one was really in charge.
some seized from Syrian army bases, Armed militants drove around town
others smuggled in from Turkey, Jor- fighting among themselves and steal-
dan and Lebanon. Front lines hard- ing from people. Foreigners arrived
ened into stalemate. with the rebels and beat women who
In July, rebels poured into Aleppo, didn’t cover themselves. They jailed
seizing control in the east, while re- people who had a tattoo or wore jeans.
gime forces maintained control in the Meanwhile, Assad just got worse.
west. Our own Kurdish militia, the YPG He brought in Afghan fighters as mer-
(People’s Protection Units), kept con- cenaries and got military assistance
trol of our neighbourhood. from the Iranians. The regime began
I tried covering my ears and turn- bombing Manbij using MiG fighters
ing up the TV, but nothing could block and helicopter gunships. The place
out the buzz of the helicopter gunships was in chaos.
and the tuk-tuk-tuk of gunfire. When My brother Shiar came to visit and
the raids started, people would rush was shocked at how we were living
to basement shelters, but of course I with the bombs and the jihadis. He
couldn’t. My family wouldn’t leave me, gave us money for our passage.
so we all sat on the fifth floor as the My parents didn’t want to leave,
building shook and the windows rat- and at first they stayed behind, while
tled, everyone trying not to look scared. my brother Mustafa went ahead to
the Turkish town of Gaziantep. Uncle
FLEEING THE CHAOS Ahmed was driving us in his car, as
Soon people started leaving. Those he had a passport and could cross
with money and passports were able the border. My brother Bland sat in
to fly to other countries. Others sought front with Uncle Ahmed. Nasrine and
safety by fleeing to the countryside or I, and Mustafa’s wife, were squashed
crossing to Lebanon where they may in the back.
have had relatives. It was less than an hour’s drive from
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By 2015, bombings, like this one in Aleppo, drove Syrians to flee the chaos.
Manbij to the Turkish border, where I knew that Gaziantep wasn’t the end
we saw hundreds of other Syrians con- of our journey. Shiar had mentioned
verging on the crossing point, mostly Germany. I didn’t tell anyone, but one
on foot. Uncle Ahmed slipped the night when everyone was sleeping, I
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border official a wad of notes, but he borrowed Shiar’s laptop and googled
only allowed Ahmed and me through. ‘Germany cures for cerebral palsy’.
Bland and the others found a smuggler. My parents eventually came to be
They slipped through a fence and met with us in Gaziantep, and in all, we
up with us across the border. spent a whole year there. It was okay
The drive to Gaziantep took about for me as I busied myself watching TV,
three hours. Along the way we saw vast which was how I was learning Eng-
encampments of white tents, as well lish and using the internet to find out
as people sleeping on the sides of the all the things I missed by not going
highway under branches and sheets. to school. But while the Turks had let
We entered town as dusk fell, and us into their country, they didn’t like
found our new home in a first-floor us. Bland couldn’t get a job. Nasrine
apartment that Mustafa had rented for couldn’t study.
us. Bland carried me in. I turned on the We made a plan to join our brother
TV and started searching for familiar Shiar. Bland went first, by himself,
shows like Days of Our Lives. travelling through Bulgaria and gain-
Nasrine and me to take the two-hour ghy was very small. The other boats
flight across Turkey to Izmir, on the had 50 or so people crammed in. We
Aegean coast. We stayed with cousins had paid extra, just to be 38 of us. Even
in a hotel around the corner from Bas- so, it felt very squashed, especially with
mane Square, which seemed like an my wheelchair, since the tag on the
open-air travel agency. Everyone was boat said “15 max.”
on the phone haggling with smugglers We were all tired and a little dazed
and their agents, negotiating passage from two days with little sleep and then
to Greece and beyond. being in the hot sun with nothing to
While Uncle Ahmed arranged the eat or drink. My relatives were sad and
boat, we went to buy life jackets as well quiet; many had closed their eyes and
as the balloons for our mobile phones. were praying.
Finally, on our 10th day in Izmir, Uncle Uncle Ahmed was all furrow-browed
Ahmed found a boat that would take us trying to drive the boat. He’d spent the
to Lesbos. It was time to go. last two days in Izmir studying You-
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Tube videos on how to do it. At the got most of the way and overturned
start he gunned the engine too much close to Lesbos. These people swam to
and we shot forwards. The sea was shore. The fourth boat was picked up
rougher than it had been earlier in the by the Turkish coast guard and brought
day, and when we bumped into a wave back to Izmir.
the water came over the sides. At first Uncle Ahmed’s YouTube lessons
it was nice to feel the spray after being had proved useful. We went against
in the hot sun all day. But as the waves the waves instead of with them, and he
pitched us up and down, some of my got us to sit more on the side where the
cousins started retching. Others were waves were hitting the boat to keep it
crying and screaming, “Oh, God!” down. After a while a mist came down
We seemed very low in the water. My and we could no longer see Lesbos
cousins used their shoes to scoop wa- ahead. I hoped we were going the right
ter out of the dinghy. I heard someone way. People kept looking at my wheel-
say, “We should never have brought chair. We had agreed that if it became
the wheelchair.” a danger we would throw it out to sea.
I knew I should have been wor- We had been at sea for three and a
ried. My wheelchair could have torn half hours. The sun was setting, and
the fabric of the boat or a large wave we were starting to shiver, when sud-
could have turned the boat over. I’d denly the island rose up ahead of us.
never been in the water and of course Soon we could make out people wait-
can’t swim. And yet, sitting high in my ing on shore.
wheelchair, I thought of myself like The dinghy bumped onto the
Poseidon, god of the sea, in his chariot. rocky shore, and friendly faces and
“Look how beautiful it is,” I cried outstretched hands awaited us with
as we were tossed up and down. I towels, bottles of water and biscuits.
laughed every time we were hit by “Does anybody speak English?” some-
another wave, even though we were one shouted.
drenched through. “I do,” I called out.
“You need a psychiatrist,” someone Everyone looked at me. And that was
said. a turning point. I became the transla-
Actually, I was praying too, but tor for the group, and for the first time
quietly. in my life everyone needed me. All be-
We were so intent on our own boat cause of Days of Our Lives!
that we didn’t see what happened Some of my relatives were too
to the other three leaving with us. overwhelmed to get out of the boat
We later found out that the first boat on their own, and volunteers walked
quickly overturned, leaving the people into the sea and helped us. They were
on the Turkish shore. Another boat surprised to see my wheelchair and
lifted it out onto the shore. A journalist war, and thousands fled across the
was there with a TV camera, and he Aegean Sea.
asked me, “Is it the first time you’ve We spent the night in the village. The
been at sea?” next day a volunteer drove Nasrine and
“Yes, and it looks beautiful to me.” me first to the main refugee centre, and
“What do you expect from Europe?” then to a special camp, which had been
I thought for a moment and set up by a charity for the sick or those
then said, “I expect freedom like more in need. One of the volunteers
a normal person.” told me she had seen me on TV—my
interview had made me famous!
“WE ARE ESCAPING WAR!” Meanwhile, we bought a local SIM
We’d landed in a fishing village and card, bottles of water and top-up cards.
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were overwhelmed with how kind There was a charging area in the camp,
people were. We found out later which we had to queue for—everyone
that, like many on Lesbos, their own wanted to charge their phone!
mothers and fathers had come to the Nasrine and I spent a week on Les-
island as refugees from Izmir, when it bos, then we were cleared to take a
was called Smyrna, at the time mostly ferry to the mainland. We met up
a Greek city. Turkish forces attacked with relatives in a hotel in Athens,
it in 1922 during the Greco–Turkish while Shiar flew in from Germany to
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try to arrange our passage. At first he called a taxi to take us to the border.
thought we could fly to Germany, but The trip took just two hours.
he found that it was too difficult and In Serbia we took a bus to Belgrade,
too expensive. Nasrine and I would then planned to go through Hungary.
have to go by land. But everyone said that the Hungarians
We took a six-hour train ride to had built a fence and were going to
Thessaloniki, then a taxi to a town near stop allowing people through. It was a
the Macedonia border. Nasrine then race against time. Nasrine used more
pushed me along the road for about a of our precious funds to hire a taxi to
kilometre. There was nothing marking take us to the Hungarian border.
the border, just the black line on the It was about 10 p.m. when the taxi
GPS on our phone. driver dropped us at a small farming
We followed a sign to an area with town called Horgoš. I was happy to
lots of white tents, sponsored by the have crossed two European countries
United Nations Refugee Agency (UN in one day, but it turned out we hadn’t
HCR). The parliament in Macedonia been fast enough. The border was
had voted to give refugees three-day closed. We were too late.
visas enabling them to pass through There was nothing we could do, so
legally and get a train all the way to the we looked for a place to sleep. A lot of
Serbian border. people were just huddled in the fields,
The little police station where we but we found a big United Nations tent.
had to get these papers couldn’t cope When we woke up we heard some
with the crowds. Had we arrived a women saying that Hungarian police
couple of days later, we would have got had let a number of people pass. We
completely stuck. The Macedonians thought, having travelled all this way,
ended up blocking the border and tear- we should at least give it a try.
gassing refugees to stop them coming. We took a bus to the crossing at
We had got through just in time. Röszke. We could see the tall fence with
The trains were packed and we rolls of razor wire on top. When we got
couldn’t imagine getting the wheel- to the gate, it was closed. Crowds were
chair on. The Macedonia police told us pressed up against the fence, with riot
not to worry. After registering us they police on the other side.
I KNOW I AM LUCKY
Nasrine wheeled me to
the main road, which was
crowded with refugees.
We watched as a column
of armoured vehicles
“We are escaping war!” someone arrived on the Hungarian side.
shouted. Hundreds of riot police emerged
Until that moment, I had thought of and turned water cannons
our journey as a big adventure. Now I on the protesters.
saw it was more like a tragedy. I think the local people felt bad for
By then, around 1,80,000 refugees us. Volunteers were passing out all sorts
had passed through Hungary, just of food. There were also lots of journal-
as we planned to, heading for Buda- ists at the scene. “Hey, there’s a Syrian
pest, and then from there by car or girl in a wheelchair who speaks Eng-
train to Austria. lish,” I heard one person shout. All of
Nasrine told someone I spoke Eng- a sudden, they descended on me. An
lish, and I found myself being pushed American woman from ABC wanted to
to the front of the crowd, facing the know how I knew English. I explained
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Behind me people were shouting Lives. A man from the BBC laughed
“Germany! Germany!” and demand- when I told him I wanted to be an
ing they reopen the border. Someone astronaut and go into space and also go to
from Hungarian TV pushed a camera London to meet the queen.
in my face. “If you had Angela Merkel By then, we had lost hope of Hun-
here, what would you say to her?” gary opening its doors, and someone
“Help us,” I replied. said the Croatians were welcoming
I didn’t want to say more. I hated refugees. So we could try going that way
the way my wheelchair was being and from there to Slovenia.
used to try and make Hungarian So Nasrine pushed me back through
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fields of dead sunflowers, and we got a will help my legs and I now have medi-
taxi back the way we had come—then, cation that controls my nerves. I also
west towards Croatia. It felt like we were go to a physiotherapist who gets me
in one of those computer games where to stretch and to use a kind of bicycle
they keep cutting off routes and you to build up my muscles. Already I am
have to find another one. feeling the difference.
We rode for about an hour and a half I miss my country and my parents,
until we came to Apatin, and walked but Nasrine and I Skype almost every
across a cornfield into Croatia. We were day with my parents back in Gaziantep.
happy to see the blue sign with a ring I like the four seasons in Germany, the
of yellow stars showing that we were in different colours of leaves and differ-
the EU, so no more borders. We were on ent clouds. But most of all I like the fact
our way again. that we are safe. Meanwhile, I got my
The police picked us up and sent asylum in December 2016, and I am
us to the capital, Zagreb, a beautiful actually becoming quite Germanized,
town with grand buildings from the waking up at 6 a.m. and doing German
Habsburg Empire. After a few days we stuff like making appointments and
were able to take a taxi to the Slovenian being on time!
border. The scenery was beautiful. We I know I am lucky. Everything back
couldn’t believe how green Europe was. in Syria has gotten even worse. Around
From Slovenia we went to Austria, five million of my countrymen have
then arrived in Germany on 21 Sep- left since the war started and about
tember 2015, after a month on the road one million of them, like us, have
and travelling some 5,600 km across made the journey to Europe. Of those
nine countries: Syria, Turkey, Greece, who stayed in Syria, as many as
Macedonia, Serbia, Croatia, Slovenia, 5,00,000 have been killed. I know that
Austria and Germany. We met up with migrants have cost Germans lots of
Bland and Shiar, and by November money. But give us a chance and we
we were settled in a small town called can contribute. We are quite resilient
Wesseling, about 16 km from Cologne and resourceful—you have to be to
where Shiar lives. navigate all the way here—and most of
The first day I ever went to school us are skilled or educated. As for me, I
was just a month shy of my 17th birth- hadn’t gone to school. But I do now.
day, in November 2015. I was nervous I speak Kurdish and Arabic, and I’m
but also happy, for finally I could learning German. And I also speak flu-
say I had done something normal ent soap-opera English.
in my life.
I went to a hospital in Bonn for tests. From the book The Girl From Aleppo, © 2016 by
Christina Lamb and Nujeen Mustafa, published in
There is surgery in my future, which 2016 by HarperCollins Publishers.
12 Amazing Facts
About Salt BY J E N M CCA FF ERY W IT H
NAO RE M AN UJA
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1 2 A M A Z I N G F A C T S A B O U T S A LT
Word Power
Like the month of April—dedicated to the Greek goddess Aphrodite—the
words in this quiz all have their origins in mythology. Muse upon them, then
consult the fates for answers (or just turn the page).
BY EM I LY COX AND H EN RY RATHVON
Answers
1. odyssey—(B) long journey. My 9. calliope—(C) steam-whistle
five-minute errand turned into a organ. What’s a circus without a
day-long odyssey. calliope?
2. nemesis—(C) arch-enemy. 10. ambrosial—(A) delicious.
“Ah, my old nemesis—we meet An espresso milkshake would taste
again!” the supervillain cackled. ambrosial about now!
THE HOLY BIBLE, Ballantine Books, `399. I loved the way Song
of Solomon made me feel: All the talk of thighs and breasts
made me squirm. I was uncomfortable with my own delight. The
story of David, the beautiful boy growing into the old lecherous
king, gave me insight into how a person can be composed of
opposites. The hero is never the hero. The hero is his own villain.
THE SPIRIT CATCHES YOU AND YOU FALL DOWN, Anne Fad-
iman, Farrar, Straus and Giroux, `650. When I lived in America,
I hungered for language in which to talk about the displace-
ment I felt. I handed out this book to people because even
after you acquire the language, you are no less tired from the
effort to communicate. I’ve grown up now and no longer ex-
pect that the right language can be a replacement for equality.
Films
John Abraham and Jackie Shroff will
star in Romeo Akbar Walter, a spy
thriller based on true events in
the Indo–Pakistan war of 1971. The
film, releasing 5 April, is directed
by Robby Grewal.
Set in the 1940s, Kalank follows
the story of an aristocratic family, (Top) The star cast for Kalank; (above) a
whose many hidden truths start to poster for Avengers: Endgame
unravel as Partition looms ahead
B OT TOM : INDI APIC T U R E
and communal tension rises. Star- the remaining heroes battling to undo
ring Madhuri Dixit, Alia Bhatt, the harm caused by the supervillain
Sanjay Dutt and Varun Dhawan, Thanos in the previous instalment.
the film hits theatres on 17 April. Starring Chris Evans, Robert Downey
Avengers: Endgame, the next Jr, Brie Larson and Scarlett Johansson,
Marvel Studios offering, will feature it releases 26 April.
BOOKS
Tishani Doshi’s latest novel, Small Days
and Nights (Bloomsbury), chronicles the
struggles of Grace, who escapes a failing
marriage and comes across an unexpec-
ted inheritance. However,
she also has to take care of
A still from the upcoming Netflix
a newly discovered sister, show, Ultraman
who has Down’s syndrome.
The Punjabi writer Nanak
Singh, witnessing the Jal-
Streaming
lianwala Bagh massacre as A popular Japanese science
a 22-year-old, had fainted fiction television series is co-
and his body was piled up ming alive—this time, as
amongst the corpses. In the an anime series on Netflix.
aftermath, he wrote ‘Khooni Ultraman, releasing 1 April,
Vaisakhi’, a long poem nar- will chronicle the struggles
rating the events leading to the blood- of the son of the original
bath. A scathing critique of the British Raj, Ultraman as he carries on the
it was banned in 1920 and has now been
legacy by battling giant mon-
sters and aliens in a metallic
translated into English by Singh’s grand-
power suit.
son Navdeep Suri, and will be published
The eight-part documen-
by HarperCollins this month.
tary series, Our Planet, will
Nilanjan Mukhopadhyay’s book, The
explore the unique wonders
RSS: Icons of the Indian Right (Westland)
of our natural world. Combi-
is a hard look at the personalities who BOOK COVER COURTESY: BLOOMSBURY
ning stunning photography
shaped and influenced the functioning
and technology with an un-
of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh.
precedented look at the pla-
Amitava Kumar’s Writing Badly is Easy
net’s remaining wilderness
(Aleph) promises to be a style guide for areas and their animal
those who want to shed bureaucratic, inhabitants, the series, nar-
stiff language. Drawing partly from his rated by Sir David Atten-
own writings, Kumar’s book promises to borough, is set for a 5 April
be a manifesto for writing that is exuber- release on Netflix.
ant, imaginative and playful. —COMPILED BY
SAPTAK CHOUDHURY
All release dates are subject to change.
past and present—and references from art history to create a poignant but
ambiguous commentary. In the installation above, the closed shutter depicts
a young Gandhi and the thinkers who inspired him—Leo Tolstoy, John Ruskin,
Shrimad Rajchandra and Gopal Krishna Gokhale. When you roll up the
shutter, you are confronted with a personification of a teardrop inspired by
Roy Lichtenstein. What’s telltale is the title ‘Nirbhay’ and the date inscribed
on the shutter—the day a young girl was brutally raped on a moving bus in
Delhi. Dodiya often uses Lichtenstein’s pop art style to talk about women’s
issues, perhaps as a critique on how lightly they are taken.
—BLESSY AUGUSTINE