6 days could be described in so many different ways. For me it was the recreation of the word ‘busy’. What were our lives otherwise? Stringing together useless clerical pieces of work together. Spared from each other by spaces of inactivity. Of watching the world pass. Undergraduates scurrying across to complete bits of work. Hospital staff moving from handling one conjunction to another
As the first day approached, it seemed as though we were at the throes of a storm. At the swivel of a whirlpool. And watch, we did. Manu of course had inundated himself with work. And jk had the task of developing protocols to how he would handle the load of work.
But when the days arrived… there was no refusing its resounding entirety.
I’m standing, coat on, looking my best. Ironed. The cloak keeping off the prying cold of the air condition. When, akshay arrives, flurried. Dr vrp says.. begin. Where’s the invocation, he asks? The chetna kids are supposed to start off with it, but they are no where to be seen. Damage control. Find a junior who knows how to sing. A prayer song at that.
10 seconds later, we’ve found someone. I ask akshay.. dude, what now? Go according to plan, or improvise. Akshay’s immersed with stuff that’s happened. A million things running through his mind. I decide to make the junior girl sing. Confirm with dr. ajay kamath. He says, no, how will the chetna kid feel? I think he’s got a point. Find a chetna kid and ask the mother whether she’ll sing.
Yes , she says. She will.
Medicon 09 started off with the tender voice of a child singing a prayer song.
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