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On Sun, April 3, I am digitally presenting a paper on “Hindu Sindhis of Pakistan” at ‘Understanding Hinduphobia Conference 2022’, being held at Boston University. @HinduphobiaConf
My talk is abt d minority Hindu sindhis of Pakistan, Hinduphobia they live w n forced migration. /1
Mukta was pious, spiritual, kind, always happy, fearless, an inspiration to many…pure soul…
She touched every life she met...
She did her best in all walks & completed all her duties...
She was a blessing to family & many lives...
She was true warrior with sensitive heart…
Mukta liked doing these 4 things a lot...
Planting a tree, Feeding street dogs, Feeding Indian cows and going to the temples...
Please do these things whenever you get energy, time and resources for it... And post a picture of it here...
She would love it...
Mukta liked doing these 4 things a lot...
Planting a tree, Feeding street dogs, Feeding Indian cows and going to the temples...
Please do these things whenever you get energy, time and resources for it... And post a picture of it here...
She would love it...
I am Mukta’s husband - Yuvraj
Mukta passed away on 26th May due to Cardiac arrest in sleep…
She cared for everyone she knew…She lived very happy life till the last moment…
Please pray for her soul…Om Shanti…
I am Mukta’s husband - Yuvraj
Mukta passed away on 26th May due to Cardiac arrest in sleep…
She cared for everyone she knew…She lived very happy life till the last moment…
Please pray for her soul…Om Shanti…
Mukta was selected to speak about Hindus of Sindh at the next ‘World Parliament of Religions’ in Chicago where Swami Vivekanand spoke once…
Although many Hindus’ applications were rejected but hers was selected..
She was true Dharmic & Selfless…
lived for all living beings…
She was absolutely normal… She had gone to office also on 25th like normal day… was making plans to watch IPL final and sending messages to all friends to come and watch it together that night… Next morning she wasn’t with us…
THE SHINING was released 43 years ago today. Not a huge success on its release, it has gone down as one of Stanley Kubrick’s most popular films and most influential horror movies ever made. The behind the scenes story is as outrageous as you might expect…
A THREAD
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In his Address at Sydney, PM @narendramodi acknowledged “the traditional custodians” of the land, and paid his respects to the elders and First Nations peoples attending the program ❣️❣️
https://t.co/fNCEjxlgSu
Bullying, casual violence, deep rooted sexism - all a part of the schooling as well as corporate culture in SK. Many shows like Misaeng, My Liberation Notes, My Mister, and Summer Strike have highlighted this. It’s genuinely mind numbing how the culture puts up with bullies
I’m always so shocked by how people talk to each other in the workplace, in Kdramas. And I wonder if any of it is a true reflection of their workplace culture. Like the disrespect by manager?! My goodness!
This manager has just called his report a dog! What??
#SummerStrike
Does Bollywood not tire of making content around caste and religion?!
Bhai how can they have zero creativity and stories to tell? Harrrr story mai caste kaise le aate hain?!
#Dahaad and #Kathal recent examples.
DISTURBING: Emotional moment on the pod after listening to the tapped call between Woody Allen and Mia Farrow where she’s talking how about the rape and the abuse that Woody Allen did to a 7 year old.
“She walks about the house holding her vagina… She said, ‘Mommy you didn’t help me. Daddy shouldn’t have done that’.” (Episode 270)
Life as a Black Mirror episode: Biden's State Department mandates every email include the senders pronouns, the twist: it assigns pronouns at random leading to a thousands of government employees needing therapy.
Why is the Kumbh Mela universally blamed for the violent outbreak in India while the protests in the US were not responsible for a single case? Kumbh involved a lot less people. Yes, people come from everywhere and stay in crowded gueshouses, but there seems to be something else
The 4th Laddu.
These 3 laddus were given to me by the wife of my patient on his birthday, a few weeks before.
She was now happy and the family was doing good for themselves.
My patient Paul, suffered from alcohol use disorder. He had been drinking for more than 15y. Three months back, he developed severe alcohol-related hepatitis. Jaundiced, with abdominal fluid, blood infection and disoriented, he was transferred to our Unit for expert management & liver transplant.
Liver transplant was not an option from the outset. Paul owned a small provisions and bakery shop, had two girls, aged 5y and 9y and his wife worked part time errands, but quit after the girls were born. They did not have enough money to evaluate Paul for the transplant.
So we put him on antibiotics, cleared the infection and put him on a salvage stool transplant to increase his life. You can read more on it here: https://t.co/kAWFmEJJZ7
He responded to it. Alcohol-related hepatitis resolved and he went back to being a stable cirrhosis patient. We put him on a psychiatry program to prevent relapse. He did well. For 3 months. Then stopped coming to my OPD and started drinking again. Initially 300ml/d and then almost a liter/d.
Paul's cousins dragged him to my outpatient department one day and I got to know his relapse was bad. He had stopped meds and was back with his "good friends." He paid for everyone's drinks. I spoke to Paul and told him that it was a disease, he needed help, his friends were not real and his daughters needed a father. He cried a lot and told me alcohol was more an attractive option than anything else. He agreed for deaddiction again and went back in the protocol and also went back to drinking.
Hospital visits and medicines and expenses for buying alcohol for himself and friends were getting a big deal. One day his wife comes in alone and tells me not to get him better again. He gets better, he goes back to drinking and we lose a lot of money. Let him remain little sick, so that we will somehow earn enough from the store to get through. He will be home and I can work at the shop and provide for all.
After a couple months, after a severe binge, he developed severe alcohol-related hepatitis again. This time, it was worse. His kidneys were injured. The family denied admission. They had no money to spare. It would have to come from the daughters education, the mother had kept aside. They lived very far. Almost 400km from where I worked.
For the next 2 weeks, I regularly prescribed medicines, made suggestions to reduce symptoms and comforted the family over phone, while Paul was treated at home. A good physician nearby their home would administer antibiotics and fluids to Paul as he got sicker.
Paul died at home on the 18th day after I diagnosed him with recurrent alcohol-related hepatitis.
Three months after his death, his wife came all the way to visit me, on Paul's birthday, to give me sweets. Three Laddus. One from her and two from the daughters. Because I never stigmatized her or Paul. I did not make her look like a failure. I never blamed her or Paul for his disease. I never shouted at Paul for his behaviour. They were free now. The girls went to school and the wife was now running the shop well.
But all I could think about, was that fourth Laddu. The one I never received from Paul, because he died. A woman lost her husband, two bright young children lost their father. All three lives broken and a void that can never be filled.
I never advise anyone to even consume alcohol occasionally even if they are in the pink of their health. I don't advise alcohol in moderation. I don't, because I have post traumatic stress disorder from seeing families get shattered into a million little pieces due to alcohol.