Storm Times
When you utter the word twenty-twenty it sounds so rhythmic and musical, especially to our country overdosed with cricket T20’s and IPL. No one ever expected back-to-back disasters in this year from varying quarters — that too to lash relentlessly. A few of us can relate to one or more of them in some form or other and hence, this write-up.
It has been difficult to come to terms with such a stormy phase of life. When news broke out about a viral pandemic in Wuhan we thought it was ‘just a storm in a teacup’. Gradually, the ‘storm gained steam’ and realization dawned on us about ‘the calm before the storm’. Since then, a lot of ‘brainstorming’ happened, with a ‘webinar storm’ so often, that even the layman started discussing the ‘cytokine release storm’.
A couple of months passed and the world was flattening its curve. Our country reported a low death rate despite a huge population — when the ‘cyclonic storm’ Amphan hit our eastern shores and left behind a trail of devastation. The western counterpart of our country, namely the Arabian Sea, was always looked upon as calmer in comparison with the rougher Bay of Bengal. Thus, it was undeniably shocking to have a storm originating on the west coast. It was called Nisarga — nature, and it lived up to its name of being friendly as ‘every storm happens to run out of rain’.
The meteorologists called them by different names — gale, squall, typhoon, tornado, hurricane, and so on, probably based on their intensity. The bard was the pioneer as he called it ‘The tempest’ and gave a female name to the spirit Ariel who initiated it. This trend caught on. I don’t want to be caught in the ‘eye of the storm’ but Shakespeare had different views towards the fair sex. He named (the storm) and tamed (the shrew). If it was all about notoriety, I would rather name the storm Adolf, Idi, or Polpot and we have no dearth of them in our own country.
The naval ships always had a female nomenclature because they can ‘weather the storm better’. Circa seventies, when men also wanted to be included in the naming ceremony to correct the gender bias. From the year 1978, masculine names were also introduced to name the storms to represent a macho image.
My personal belief is that, since anything terrestrial in the homeland is addressed as fatherland, the pelagic event should be given a feminine name. Besides, amongst the natural elements, we know that water is more dynamic than the earth, thus justifying female dominance.
During my geographical lessons in school, I read about ‘dust storms’ happening in deserts and semi-arid zones. As the gust transports small fine particles by saltation and suspension a new meteorological phenomenon occurs. This time, the desert in our neighboring country ‘kicked up another storm’ called the ‘locust storm’.
I believe ‘every storm draws something out of us that a calm sea doesn’t’.
The short-horn grasshopper in its ‘solitary phase’ is green/straw-colored, can only hop, seems lonely and depressed. A good shower and an abundance of food in the desert brings about a phenotypical change to a yellow morph — development of wings to fly and a berserk behavioral change in the ‘gregarious phase’. Taxonomically, it’s the same species — which in Biblical proportions now develop a swarming behavior due to Serotonin surge. There is mention of these plague-like outbreaks in the Iliad, Mahabharata, and the Quran.
These exploits reflect a template of cyclothymic personality in humans prone to bipolar disorders. The conduct in the former phase is, vulnerable and suicidal while the latter phase is almost manic with a voracious appetite bordering on cannibalism and extreme indulgence reproductively; from brooding to breeding.
All of our work within the realm of job ethics encompasses a professional hazard at times leading to a personal storm. Like many others from our fraternity, the ‘bio-storm’ hit yours sincerely. Been there, done that — the features of bi-phasic fever, initially due to viremia and later to a hyperinflammatory response, extreme dehydration with hyponatremia and severe fatigue compelled institutional management. Fortunately, with a relatively robust constitution (thanks to parental genes), well-maintained SpO2, and Almighty’s blessings, the recovery was uneventful. I am reiterating a tribute to the Covid Task Force in general, though what follows is more specific and personal.
Gods In Uniform
The featureless Covid has been ruthlessly striking the human race for the last six months. This foe has no true form and is faceless. On the other side of the battlefield are the true warriors behind the hazmat suits with their identity unrevealed. The brave hearts were wounded physically and bruised emotionally but not once did they complain. In today’s times, when a 6 x 4 paver block carries a banner of the politician, triple its size, these task force front liners discharge recovered patients — without their names appearing anywhere, just appending as Fortis Covid Team.
I take this platform to wholeheartedly thank and unmask the faces behind the PPE whom, for all you know, may bump into. The least they deserve is the gratitude from our community to bring a smile to their already cheerful faces. God bless Dr. Rahul Pandit, Dr. Anita Mathews, Dr. Kirti Sabnis, Dr. Charudutt Vaity, and the team of bhaus, mausis, mamas. Let their tribe grow.
As I write this, we have already entered into quarter three of 2020. Let us consider this as recouping time, quarter four as restructure period to march on and welcome the New Year. Twenty–Twenty One may not sound as melodious. However, it reflects one step up, numerically. Any step-up is welcome as it is progressive and that is the need of the hour.
