Empathy vs Hate

 Empathy vs Hate

I will start from Ceylon

Agents of Hate in Ceylon are Cardinal and Anura.

 

Our Aragalaya or System Change was based on Hate against the sitting President.

Correct way to oust would have been an impeachment or a proper election.

That Hate Bamuna (sorry for my crude words) of U.N.P. was all behind the grand scheme.

Politics is all based on hate.

Have you ever seen a politician saying good about an opposition guy or girl?

Agent of Hate in the global stage are 

Zelensky in Ukraine

Netanayahu in Israel

Trump in America 

I have piece here about God Mara.

He loves War and for 7 years he obstructed our next to be Buddha.

What it means is, there are Gods who spread hate. It does not matter to which religion they belong.

This is for Ravi Kumudesh.

He is already a victim of hate.

Please do not spread hate but expose the deceit and hubris of Anura and his Clan.

Let me start with me.

How empathy had a lasting impact.

During 188/89 when everybody was hiding I worked 24/7 in Digana risking my life and of my staff. 

I packed my home to base. 

I was on a crusade to collect packets of Anchor milk and ice cream to be dispensed for the needy, free of charge.

There was a cup of tea with milk for everyone who came to my clinic.

Guys from Colombo embassies came to me for consultation or vaccination.

I was the third in D.J.V.P. murder list.

Lot were killed on both sides.

A coffin could not be raised above the knees.

Body parts and genitals were exposed on tree trunks.

One had to surrender IDs to D.J.V.P.

Police rounded up only the guys who had ID cards. They dig their own pit. 

Stupid to the core.

Around 15 bodies (I did not count) were dumped near my clinic.

My vegetable vendor's neck was cut behind his neck he bled to death. He was asking for me, to be taken to my clinic only 12 feet away. Mahaveli Security guys prevented his transfer and prompt medical care.

A little asthmatic girl died in her father's lap asking for me. I should have left some Prednisone and some medicine which I did not. 

After this I used to do give adequate supply. Do not look for me.

I typed hand instructions for each and every condition prevailing at that time, including J.E.B. 

I did have a secretary but she did not come to work.

J.V.P. guys with barbed wire injuries were treated by me without charge.

None of the above is an exaggeration.

Well when things were running OK, I never said I was a medical doctor but and pretended to be a PhD guy. 

In fact, one of our neighbors asked me.

Are your a Dr.

I said both.

He never asked a question from me for life.

This guy was crude.

I did not have a garage for my car.

One day I went and asked whether I can park my car and I pay you a rent.

The next day his wife put firewood in the garage.

This guy was an assistant registrar in the University and I was in Pathology on secondment.

I never went to him for paper work. 

One of my distant brothers but bit senior was there to help me. 

He left to Canada six weeks after me. 

I had a lovely meal with him at Kandyan Art's Rest.

I never entertained patients in our house.

Our house is for our family and not for outsiders.

My First Day as an Intern.

I was full of theory but zero on practice.

On my night round several kids were crying.

Some of them were having asthmatic attacks.

I picked the noisiest of them and cuddle him for a few minutes.

That empathy was infectious.

Even the ones with the asthma felt the ease in the atmosphere.

Silence is sometimes golden.

Big shouts on the streets is pain in the arxc.

My consultant (acting and a crude guy) should prescribe Aminophylline to each and every kid.

Within a week nobody needed Aminophylline.

The attendants learned to be empathic.

Attendants are more crude than doctors in Ceylon.

Now I say, Health Minister is the crudest.

His job is to fire his opponents or frame a bogus litigation to guys who do not tore the line.

This preamble is for two of my dreams.

Sadly I woke up half way.

I was in a hospital clinic setting.

I am not sure private or public.

It looked like public by the number of patients. 

It was jam packed.

I was a patient who needed a drip.

Thankfully, young guy known to me was working there. He was the only guy working.

I was seated on the top step not on benches.

Earliest come were on the bottom raws.

He came up and stuck the tubing to my forearm and said there is no saline but I had to swallow some tablets.

He said dispensary is closed and nurses are on strike. 

I had to go to a nearby boutique not a pharmacy and buy some medicine.

I had a heavy hand luggage with cloths for admission to hospital.

I put some of the tablets in my mouth without water and was looking for a shop to buy some bananas. 

I never take water or tea from side boutiques all my life. 

Hepatitis was endemic.

I woke up.

Second Dream was a hypothesis.

This is regarding faulty equipment in Government Service.

It was an antibiotic infusion for a particular strain of bacteria.

It was improperly stored and it had a fungus growing in it.

When it is infused the bacteria are killed but the nasty fungus get established as a byproduct.

There is no anti-fungal treatment available.

The patient succumbs to the nasty fungus without treatment.

I think my dream is a near enough scenario in Ceylon.

It may be worse.

I cannot fathom what I would do if am in CEYLON.

Perhaps, I go into deep meditation that this life is short and flimsy.

I would not attain Nibbhana, since the pain and suffering is not that bad, in CEYLON even today.