Alrighty Then.

I think a lot of things can come back to bite you in the ass. Also known as Karma. I like to think that I am a big believer in the concept of Karma. If you are a bad person , bad things will happen to you and vice versa. What then, is the concept of forgiveness and where does that come in? I mean, if you do something wrong to someone, and you are forgiven for that wrong-doing, does karma eventually still come to get you or is karma the forgiving kind as well? And what IF I am good to one person, but bad to another? What then? Does karma favour the good over the bad? Do I face no repercussions whatsoever because I helped an old man cross a road today even though I completely back-stabbed my friend yesterday? (I didn’t actually do that – I never helped any old man across the road).

In all of this, what about me? If someone wrongs me and begs for forgiveness, should I forgive? I think so, yes. The thing is, when you forgive someone for some sort of wrong doing, you feel about a 1000 times better while the person who is guilty probably feels worse because no longer is he going to be punished for what he clearly blames himself for. Which probably means that Karma is coming to get him. Soon. So let the forgiveness flow out of you at every single person who has angered you, wronged you, irritated you in any way. It will make you feel better and isn’t that what life is about?

So coming to forgiveness, I think I can forgive those who wronged me. Can I forgive those who wronged people that I love? Can I forgive the guy who abandoned a hound puppy outside in the rains tied to a street light pole with a chain? Can I forgive the lady who didn’t want to pay for her dog’s treatment even though she drove up in a huge car with a driver? Can I forgive all the people who have collectively wronged all the animals that I love without even knowing them? Because when animals are involved, no more is there any “Put yourself in their shoes” situation. No more can I let it go. And I definitely cannot wait for Karma to come and do the job for me. I mean, he’s busy. I just back stabbed my friend and didn’t help anyone else to make up for it.

So I pacify myself. I tell myself that there are a thousand good people who are working day and night to help animals. NGO’s, agencies, ordinary people- to counter the horror spread by the abusers. I then realise that there are a thousand people working for everything they believe in. And a thousand people abusing that good work as well. Old people are thrown out of their own houses everyday. I mean, Baghban airs on Sony Max almost every other day to remind you of just how little we love our parents. And there are people working to fix that, setting up old age homes and taking them in. We have Lage Raho Munnabhai airing on Star Gold reminding us of that as well. See how it all comes together nicely in a tight little package delivered by Karma? Or so I tell myself. That we are a lot of good people working together endlessly, trying to fix everything that is wrong with the world. A lot of people are like me, they find the way out of the tunnel at the end of a dog’s leash or by following the sound of a cat’s purr. A lot of people earn their keep by feeding the poor, or going to a special needs children’s school (to teach them, obviously). Just yesterday, my friend got a box of kit-kats at work from some Guruji and her first thought was to distribute the chocolates to poor kids. I back stabbed her and took two of the kit-kats for myself. I didn’t really think about poor kids but then again she probably didn’t stop to feed the dog outside Carter Blue with chicken FROM Carter Blue. You see, we all think really differently. And that is okay. We can’t all think about everything because then the issues that this world faces will completely choke us and we’ll probably never be happy again. We all work endlessly. We all contribute to this huge, pulsating energetic mass that is the Universe in our own feeble way. I made one dog happy, she made an entire slum happy. But we both made Karma happy and honestly, we both are just teeny-tiny children trying to survive in quite an angry world. I can now safely backstab someone else tomorrow. I’ll just go feed that dog again and I should be okay. Funny how it works, doesn’t it? Pacifying yourself?

Also, the lady that refused to pay for her dog’s treatment should watch out, right? Because I am not going to forgive her. Karma will get her, right? Do you believe me? Do I believe me?



Harry Potter and Veterinary Students.

I am a major Potterhead. I spent my entire childhood thumbing through worn out copies of the Potter books. The first page of my Philosopher’s Stone is torn and flies away every time I open it. I can’t bring myself to get the book rebound. If I do, it won’t be my book anymore. That page flying away is proof that that book is mine. I can recognize my book anywhere, it doesn’t need to have my name scribbled in it. Those books have gone through a lot with me. They have supported me through breakups, through failing exams, through working through teenage issues. They have helped me make new friends, better friends, all Potterheads like me. My current boyfriend and I bonded over Harry Potter. My best friend and I had a tradition where we would gift each other something Potter related every birthday. I have the Deathly Hallows chain, Salazar Slytherin’s ring, Potter Shoes, Potter socks. My obsession will never end.

But the most important thing about Harry Potter, is Magic. It made me believe in Magic. The books would make me pick up pencils, twirl them in the air with ‘a swish and a flick’ and wait for the spell to work. I’m old now. I know that fantasy isn’t reality, but maybe Magic is still real. And if each and every Vet Student doesn’t believe in Magic, then they will never appreciate what I have come to appreciate- our profession IS magic.

I am the girl that read Potter and Herriot side-by-side. I am the girl that empowered herself with reading about Hermione, and learnt that calves are like Disney creatures when they are born. And I grew up to be that girl that believes so strongly, that this is magic. I grew up to be that girl that truly believes that change comes from us, that we empower ourselves. Hermione taught me that we have to read, we have to prepare, and we have to learn everything there is to know if we truly want to master our profession. The library has the answer to everything. It has the answer to “What is hiding in the Chamber of Secrets”. It also has the answer to “Hypoadrenocorticism is truly suspected when the ratio of Sodium to Potassium is?”

The answer is “less than 27”.

I read that in a reference book. I could not find it on google.

Hermione empowered me. She made me believe that I could be what I wanted to be, that I could obliviate my parents for the world, that I could be a better witch than most were at her age. I want to be a better doctor than most are at my age. I want to be well read, well learned, and be able to do a physical exam so well that I don’t need to take an Xray!
Rowling wrote and wrote about how Hermione faced problems because she was a Mudblood, but not many because she was a witch. She should have. Because I am a girl that grew up believing that I would not be looked down upon just because I was of the gentler and fairer sex- and yet we are studying in a place where Viva professors come and laugh at us when we cannot handle large animals the way they can. That- let me assure you- is not because I am a girl. It is because Mumbai does not have a prevalence of large animal practice. I spent one month working with Dr. Asbe in Indapur ( a gem of a person) and I now know how to correct complete Uterine Torsions in buffaloes.

I recently attended a surgery at one of my internship rotations. A dog’s genitals had been ripped open by a wild boar because his owner had decided to take him on a hunt. When the surgeon gave us this information, a “tch” of unhappiness escaped from under my breath. Unfortunately he heard it, and decided that I had trouble looking at all the blood on the table. Actually, to be fair, I do not know what he decided. But I do know that he disapproved. He considered my “tch” as a sign of weakness, that I couldn’t take the harshness that a doctor would have to face in his many cases.

But I am a girl that grew up on Hermione’s side. I am a girl that believed McGonagal was the best and fairest professor there was. I am a girl that believed Luna Lovegood could have been my best friend. I am a girl that believed House Elves should be freed, that the Houses should be united and that Viktor Krum is hot. I am a girl that cannot have blood on my hands, that cannot watch an animal suffer just because his owner thinks he is Ramsay Bolton. I am a girl that believes showing emotion on hearing a client’s side of the story does NOT make me weak. I am a girl that breaks down when a dog dies under my hands on the table. I am a girl that laughs when the client tells me her puppy attached onto her breasts to suckle. And all of this does not make me weak. All of this gives me the power to connect with animals on a level that I did not believe was possible. Potter made me believe in myself. All of this…… is my magic.

Constant Vigilance!

And this is how I am at clinic every time I am asked to do anything: