Our Journey

Author: Oindrila Ghosh Page 1 of 3

One problem a day keeps the anxiety away

As a real example of what becoming more worldly wise and responsible is going to be like, the month of my thirtieth birthday was loaded with a bunch of difficult news from home. My grandmother had to be hospitalized with a sudden event of high blood pressure. (My father’s parents came to stay with us since 2020. Their deteriorating health with age and the travel bans during the pandemic made my father take the decision of bringing them close so that he could take care of them easily.) My uncle, the eldest brother of my mother, was diagnosed with Stage IV cancer late last year. I met him early this year when I visited India and he was still trying to be very strong about his condition. However, it seems things have gone downhill in the last couple of weeks and quite sadly, he does not recognize his family members anymore. As if this was not enough, my mother had to be suddenly hospitalized with a ruptured appendix on 10th August, two days after my birthday. Staying away from family in these trying times has been difficult. I have no siblings and my parents have been brave to never stop me from pursuing what I wanted to do in life. But at this moment, I feel helpless not being able to stand by them. I constantly think about ways I can make myself useful. Can I say or do something? Are there places I can go or people I can talk to who can then directly or indirectly help my parents deal with all of this? I felt maybe I should just put my PhD on hold for some time, go to India and deal with this for a moment. But then again, will my being there be an extra thing on their plates? Will I be able to actually help much? The dilemma with the guilt of not being able to help in a substantial way was too real to handle on some days.

The first time I came to the US, getting used to the difference in culture was difficult for me. But the longer I stay here, I realize, I am slowly adapting to this culture and going back to India does not feel the same anymore. My therapist identified this symptom as a reverse-cultural-shock. It means I now dwell somewhere in the middle; not very much like the Americans by heart, but also not quite Indian in my ways. But in the real world, this dwelling in the middle is challenging. I can drive a car, but only on the right side of the road. And since I learned driving after coming to the US, I can only drive the cars with automatic gear arrangement. I cannot think when two people talk at the same time. My brain shuts down at the first sign of disagreement and aggressive attitude from anyone I communicate with. I find it hard to respect ‘elders’ with non-evolving mindsets about society and women. These are real things that I would have to deal with if I choose to go and actually help. I would have to rise above these concerns and meet my discomfort with non-agreeable situations in the eye. But how long will I be able to do that? Disregard my mental health for accomplishing something that probably could be achieved even without me being there, in the first place? What should be a priority for me now? Is it necessary to do something all the time? Or is it okay to step inside a shade and wait for the storm to be over? But then again, my instincts of being a people-pleaser and growing up with very Indian values, I question my approach. Am I escaping the hard bit? Am I not performing my duties as a child of my very giving parents? What would people think? Are they already talking about me? Do they think I am not being responsible here? Do they think I am having the time of my life abroad, leaving my old parents in deep trouble? I believe, in the end, it is all about what problem we choose to prioritize and resolve.

Sometimes, I think about the fact that my mother and her brother being sick at the same time says something about the bond they share. I never had a sibling and maybe I would never understand that. My mother will be released tomorrow from the hospital. And from all the feedback, her operation went well and she will be recovering over the next couple of months. As for my uncle, the doctors seem to have tried everything that can be done. My grandmother was released from the hospital last week. She, in her late 80s now, needs some extra care but is doing better than before. In the end I think we are exactly where we are supposed to be. I guess, it is times like these that make me believe in destiny, that there is a script where it is all written down and that we are mere actors in a giant play. We can try to alter our course of actions, but will we really change anything? I could have paused my work here and gone to India to try and help everyone like I wanted. But it would not increase the rate of recovery for my mother, my grandmother or my uncle. We would all invest a lot of time, energy and money to accomplish something in a game that is already working at its own pace and own agenda. Maybe sometimes, the hardest thing to do is to not do anything and wait.

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If you ask a PhD student if feeling guilty for not working enough is a thing, I bet 90% of the time the answer is bound to be, “Hell yeah!” And most of the time, the reason is not because they are not actually working. It is a matter of the relative amount of work done in their perspective and the standards being very high. These standards are often results of expectations imposed upon them by their immediate environment.

My first acquaintance with the feeling of guilt for not working enough, was at the end of the first semester after joining my PhD program at UMBC when my advisor called me in his office for an intervention. He was concerned about what looked like a lack of interest. He was not happy with how distracted I was checking my phone in the middle of meetings, barely showing interest in what was going on in the lab and leaving early every day. He mentioned, “There is a new gas chromatographic instrument in the lab that needs to be set up. If I were you, it would be my new toy and I would be very excited to get to know how it works from all the materials available.”

After coming from India to the US in 2017, relocating from Texas to Maryland in 2018, was a lot of change for me to handle. I spent a year learning about mapping tools and how meandering rivers change environmental landscapes. And now, I was joining a lab that studied harmful chemicals, how they move about in the environment and the risk they pose to living organisms. In spite of some relevant and common core courses, it meant I had start from scratch. New skillsets, new courses, new people, new rules, new campus and a very new personal relationship status. I moved in with my long-term partner after almost four years of long-distance relationship, which came with its own set of adjustments. I would come to the lab with low energy levels. I would get tired very easily reading research papers to familiarize myself with this new research area. My lack of dexterity in the lab would make me angry at myself and I would prefer to stay away from lab chores.

The intervention made me feel terrible. I wanted to be more aware and inquisitive. This was an opportunity for me to learn and I felt I was not utilizing it and taking things for granted. I felt guilty of not working enough. Feeling anxious about having to prove my worth was not something new for me. But this time I knew I was not functioning most efficiently and that there was truth in what my advisor had pointed out. So, after a lot of hesitation, I sent him an email explaining my side of the story. He appreciated the fact that I shared the story with him and was willing to help me in any way possible to get back on full steam. I kept struggling to make things work in the lab. My experiments kept producing weird results that did not make any sense and my research was not going anywhere. Over the next year and a half, in the midst of the COVID shutdown, for the first time, my modeling experiments showed some promising results. The excitement of working experiments after a hard struggle over several weeks or months, is something that can make you forget about anything wrong that is happening in your life. I felt the first thread of trust, to resolve a problem, grow within me.

But guilt and lack of confidence in your instincts is like a parasite. Once it gets in your system, it is bound to come back and attack your subconscious when you are weaker than usual. The moments of success come very rarely in one’s lifetime. Days of failure happen more regularly and most days, you are weak, searching for what went wrong. It is during those times that these parasitic instincts of guilt and low confidence creep up on you and make you lose trust in your judgement. I realized that I had made rules for myself that I was trying to live up to and failing which I was beating myself up. I would have to convince myself to take a break from work. And every break would be followed by a lot of justification in my head and extra work to make up for the lost hours resulting in burn outs. This would lead to fatigue, followed by an average low energy for work and we were back in the loop. Every burnout almost felt worth it when the success came afterwords. It is an intoxicating cycle that is always hard to break out from. My father once told me as a kid never to say NO to opportunities. I have followed that mantra for too long to realize that every opportunity to prove my worth to the world need not be adhered to. Saying NO to responsibilities that I am doubtful of undertaking, often takes greater courage than agreeing with a half hearted YES. For the first time in a long while, I was making peace with my limitations as a human being. The moment I gave myself the permission to be only human, the people around me understood my worth and both parties realized that the foundation to build trust has already been laid. Unfortunately this realization usually comes to me after many iterations of the toxic guilt-overworking-burnout cycle in every sphere of my professional life.

In my last year of PhD, I am working simultaneously on multiple projects. I am trying to balance writing manuscripts while finishing experiments on the side. There are always little side projects that need quick processing and delivery that we try to help with. With time, juggling with these responsibilities and deliverables is getting less overwhelming. But managing my time and distributing equal attention to multiple projects simultaneously still throw me off-guard. In those days, I have been transparent with my advisor. I have either asked for more time and he managed to get an extension on the project for us or simply stayed away from taking more responsibilities. Once he told me, “ Regardless of who pushes you to get things done, you set your priorities at the end of the day. Do not get sick.” I think that advice suits me better because it is not as extreme as not having the freedom to say no to opportunities and lets you choose your limits. Accepting my limits, I feel liberates me in a way to focus on problems I can and want to solve. Quite contrary to what I seemed like before, I am interested in almost everything and most days it is hard for me to choose what to prioritize. But choosing the right problem to solve is an ever-evolving process. There are always days when I am not working and I feel guilty. On those days I try to kind to myself and give me some time to recover from a burnout. Other times when I am in full-form, you might find me working in the lab with a smile on my face, a BBC Nature podcast blasting my headphones. On those days, it is hard to distract or demotivate me.

A Florida Blog

I made this solo trip to Florida in June 2022 to attend Shinjan’s wedding reception party. Shinjan is our school friend and I could not miss his wedding reception at any cost! Congratulations to Shinjan to start his new life! <3

Aniruddha, unfortunately could not join me because he was traveling to New Orleans to attend a conference the same week and brought back some gifts. So I did a mini haul of everything he got.

Hope you like this one.

A New Hampshire Blog

Part 1: Christmas in Manchester and first ever Snowmobiling experience.
Part 2: Wolfeboro, a tiny picturesque town; Hiking the icy Flume Gorge Trail in the Franconia Notch State Park; Morning by the Cherry Pond with a perfect view of the blue Presidential Range; Railroad journey up the Mt. Washington and New Years at Portsmouth.

Shenandoah: Fall 2019

Have you ever been to the Blue Ridge Mountains on a rainy Fall afternoon? If not, hope this vlog gets you closer to the experience. Enjoy! 🙂

California: Summer of 2019

Aniruddha was in Palo Alto, California for three weeks on his first internship in the USA. I took a couple of weeks leave from my work and went to visit him. I created this vlog later to share what all happened on the trip. Enjoy! 🙂

Birpurush

My father taught me to recite this when I was young for a class project. Back then I learnt the entire poem by heart and I still have not forgotten. On this day of the birthday of Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore, this is my humble tribute to the man who shaped my childhood and my life as a semi mature adult so far.

Tagore himself recited the poem and I will attach the link to it here:

The pandemic of 2020: My story and the world’s.

Disclaimer: This article is long. I will totally empathize with you if you feel it got too tedious to read it till the last word and hence will interrupt the following paragraphs with some pictures taken over the stay-in-home period in order to keep you entertained.

Starting of with a very basic capture of the morning coffee with Geetobeetan, which is a collection of songs written and composed by the great Bengali polymath Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore. On this specific morning, I was very determined to master a particular song titled Tomaro Osheeme. The Geetobeetan was gifted to me by a friend of my grandmother’s when I visited India in November,2019.

A couple of weeks ago, some time in March, as Aniruddha and I were out for a stroll getting some mandatory fresh air (as recommended by WHO under the COVID 19 pandemic situation of 2020) within 10 meters of our house, we looked at the beautiful evening spring sky and I said, “You know, ours will be the generation that got to stay at home from work for an indefinite period of time because there is some bad-ass virus out there that is killing people of flu like symptoms and pneumonia!”

“Yeah! We could tell this to our grandchildren much like how ours tell us- how difficult things were during their times and how easier things have become now”, he said.

“Is it so bad after all, staying at home? I mean, getting up early, making breakfast, packing lunch, rushing to the lab every morning to get daily chores done- did not give me time to stay in and do things I always wanted to do like cooking, painting, reading books, watching movies, talk to family everyday! Frankly, I am not feeling that bad!”, I said. “But it is true that I get bored sometimes, you know, not seeing the people I work with or not having my samples waiting for me to get analyzed everyday. It kind of makes me feel as if I am not getting to do what I am good at or what I am meant to do.”, I said after thinking a little.

“Yeah! I understand. I would feel the same staying away from work for so long”, Aniruddha agreed. His work of being a computer scientist involves implementing ideas through computer codes and is achievable from home, as long as he has access to the right servers, fortunately. That is unfortunately not the case for an environmental scientist like me, whose work mainly involves analyzing samples from the field in the laboratory and making sense of the results in a broader perspective, after some rigorous data analysis. However, the single point that we both agree on is the fact that meeting with the people you work with, on a daily basis, keeps you motivated, makes you feel good to be around folks who understand your work, and can empathize with you at your failures and help you out of them. It does relieve you of an awful lot of stress and make you feel better about yourself.

Coping up work with weekly group meetings with my advisor and labmates over Webex.

My uncle called me one afternoon in the month of April 2020 asking me how I was and how grave the situation of the pandemic was in the neighborhood that I stay in. I was not affected by his ‘questions and concerns’ because such ‘questions and concerns’ are pretty common these days from relatives, friends and family members. But I was concerned when these started taking a different shape, mostly in the form of opinions, the interesting idea at the core of these opinions was- ‘How did USA prove to be a more developed country in handling the pandemic in comparison to the poorer countries like India who apparently handled the situation better?’.

While I did understand that this question is not as simple to answer as easily it was asked, I also realized how ill equipped I was to support my arguments. I had given up watching the news because it only made me more anxious. I kept watching recipes online and replicating them at home, enjoying the process of cooking, eating and working from home. But this phone call and a couple of more comments from some of my family members and Aniruddha’s, made me realize eventually how important it was to look at the whole thing more holistically, understand how and why things happened and what the real indicators were in analyzing a situation as complex as this.

So on the morning of 15 April 2020, I sent out voice messages to 2 group chats and one individual chat on WhatsApp, to friends from different fields of work, requesting them to share their insights on HOW and WHY the developed and developing economies across the globe handled the COVID 19 pandemic situation differently. The friends I talked to, shared all sorts of information and insights. One of them, a school friend, Anusheela, in particular, was quite generous to give me way more time than I expected. What came out of the discussion was a great summary of the strategies and points of failure in management of the situation for the individual countries and a set of unique reasons of their own. A general take-away of the discussion was that, the terms developing and developed economies are not great ways of analyzing who did a better job at managing the pandemic of 2020.

The terms developed and developing countries are thrown so irresponsibly and often ignorantly around by many, including me. I was very ashamed of myself when I found an entire assignment in my Masters dedicated to understanding these terms well. Dr. Somnath Bandyopadhyay did his job well. Only I got lousy. Development mainly takes into account the economic development or, in the more contemporary classification system, the human development. The main indicators of either of these classification systems are the country’s Gross Domestic Product (GDP) and per capita income for the first case while education, health and life expectancy for the latter. In a given country with a unique demographic and historical backdrop, these indicators interact among themselves in a cause-feedback system that impacts the socio-political decisions, in a way that can be very different from another country per se. Under such circumstances, it is very unfair to rank different countries with very different historical, cultural, demographic, socio-economic and political backgrounds on a scale that essentially involves very limited number of indicators and does not look at the how and why of the current scenario they are in.

The branches on a tree has but one root- the one beneath the ground!

The pandemic broke out in December 2019 in Wuhan, China. The exact source of breakout is still under investigation. But certain ongoing studies suspect the source to be zoonotic spillover from bats, which lose immunity to existing pathogens in their body, when they face challenges like habitat loss and are caged. After the breakout, the Chinese government passed a law in late January, 2020 for ‘lockdown’ in and around Wuhan compelling people to stay indoors. All this time between the outbreak and the lockdown, people had traveled from Wuhan to other parts of China and the world. The rest of China was not under any kind of lockdown till almost February. The Chinese did start of by informing the WHO about the cluster of pneumonia cases in early January, but by the time they got aware that the disease had spread to other parts of China, they decided not to give out all the information to the world. This mislead people to how contagious the virus was. USA and several European countries banned flights and were screening people only from Wuhan. Flights from mainland China were still allowed. Right at this stage of the spread, the lack of proper communication and transparency of information from China, an economy that is historically famous for keeping secrets for political reasons, was a dominating cause behind the current scale of the pandemic.

South Koreans: The Late Neanderthals of the 21st century!

The ‘late’ neanderthals “could respond to some change in their environment, that required them to improve their technology. They could behave like modern humans,” said archaeologist Francesco d’Errico of the University of Bordeaux in an article titled Rethinking Neanderthals by Joe Alper that was published in the Smithsonian Magazine in June 2003.

New cases broke out in every part of the world starting with Thailand in mid January, the USA and South Korea in late January, the Philippines in early Feb, several countries in Europe in mid Feb and Iran in late February.

The South Koreans had started implementing enhanced quarantine and screening measures for visitors from Wuhan since early January. Several hospitals were announced to isolate the confirmed and suspected cases while rapid diagnostic tests for novel coronavirus (nCoV) were made available at Korea Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (KCDC), environmental research institutes, private clinics and medical centres. A new diagnostic system was developed that could detect the virus in less than six hours and was made available to several health facilities starting early February. South Korea witnessed the major surge of cases from a community gathering at a church in Shincheonji, Daegu and another hospital where coronavirus cases were being tested at the time. Alarmed at the upsurge, the mayor of the Seoul city prosecuted some of the key leaders of the Church for hiding the identities of the suspected during contact tracing investigation and the government raised the alert level to the highest, Red, on 23 February. New medical laws were passed by the South Korean cabinet early March ‘allowing it to prosecute coronavirus-suspected people who don’t co-operate to get tested for the nCoV’. Several new laws and amendments to existing laws allowed the nation ‘to refuse entry to people confirmed or suspected to have contracted the coronavirus disease and ban export or transfer of masks and other items to other countries.’ (Coronavirus in South Korea: COVID-19 outbreak, measures and impact. Praveen Duddu. April 2, 2020. Pharmaceutical Technology)

When South Korea faced the MERS crisis, due to the inadequate management of the situation, the approval rate of the previous President had fallen to 29%. The approval rating of the current President Moon Jae-in rose from 44% to 49% in March in response to the measures taken during the COVID-19 crisis, thereby proving themselves as the ‘late Neanderthals’ of the century who learned from their previous mistakes and adapted fast.

Over the last couple of weeks we have started watching one of the most highly rated TV shows of the 20th century, The Sopranos. This is Mr. Anthony Soprano, the protagonist, played by James Gandolfini. This is his quote from the ending of Season 1 where he gives a little toast at his small table to his family of wife and two kids at a restaurant run by his friend while his other friends from his ‘other mob family’ dines in the other tables. Quite a quote for the Italians, huh!

Dwindling to little: Italy.

A few months before the outbreak in the land of the Sopranos, sometime in early November 2019, I came across this article about how the Italian government was giving away houses for a little over one US dollar, in rural village of Zungoli and another town Mussomeli, to combat depopulation in these towns. While the obvious aim of the government was to attract new residents in these towns, it also reminded me of the situation in Japan, that I read a couple of years back. Japan was encouraging couples to engage in increasing their family because of the dwindling working age-group of the population, by expanding family policies and programes in the form of childcare services, parental leave schemes and monetary assistance in the form of child allowances. Aniruddha had been away for three months in California for an internship and had returned to Baltimore in September. Our lives looked greener after a long drought. So I had scrolled down after reading the news, smirking at the first world problems the planet is capable of having!

What I did not realize back then and I am sure even the Italians were nothing different, though their government could foresee things, was that maybe the country’s age pyramid needed some attention. When the pandemic hit Italy in February this year, people above the age of 60, comprising a great percentage of the population of the country, with lower immunity were dying like flies. This gave the younger lot a misconception, that they were more immune and not prone to being infected. Thus, the younger (and less wiser) section of the society proved to be active participants in spreading the disease until very late. This, accompanied with the privatization of the healthcare sectors in Italy made medical facilities often not affordable and later not available with the rising number of cases. Doctors were forced to choose between equally critical cases in order to accommodate new infected patients.

I captured this one morning after I woke up. The day looked absolutely sunny and gorgeous, while we were caged inside.

The German exception

The mortality rate due to the pandemic was lowest for Germany; even lower than South Korea. European countries, Italy and Germany included, do fall in the so called ‘developed’ economy category; so why the anomaly?

The most important reason was the fact that the average age of those infected were lower in Germany than in many other countries. Many of the early patients caught the virus in Austrian and Italian ski resorts and were relatively young and healthy. Germany was testing far more people than most nations and so they caught more people with few or no symptoms, increasing the number of known cases, but not the number of fatalities.

The Charité hospital in Berlin had already developed a test and posted the formula online in mid- January, much before the Germans had given much thought. The Chinese government had just passed the law for lockdown only around Wuhan. The Italians were still young in their blood. Donald Trump, here in America had still not started saying that America has gotten things under control. By the time Germany recorded its first case of Covid-19 in February, laboratories across the country had built up a stock of test kits. Corona Taxis, outfitted in protective gear were driving around the empty streets of Heidelberg to check on patients who are at home, five or six days into being sick with the coronavirus. In addition, patients were paying nothing for testing; it was all free! (A German Exception? Why the Country’s Coronavirus Death Rate Is Low. Katrin Bennhold. April 6, 2020. NY Times)

On 10th April,2020 I painted this: one of the very quintessential hair oiling sessions in the household.

Desi Vibes.

I was working late in the afternoon in the lab one Friday, sometime in late February, when I heard people talking in the hallway, about the various filters in masks, that were still not totally out-of-stock back then, here in USA. I was a little famished after the day’s work myself and needed to fill my water bottle and so got an excuse to be a part of the discussion. I went out to the hallway and saw, Ehsan, a fellow PhD research assistant from Iran and Louis, an undergraduate from our lab, discussing over the topic. Ehsan (a very knowledgeable guy, by the way) was in a gravely serious tone, like he is in almost everything he talks about, asking Louis about the respirator that he was using in the lab while working on soldering metal pieces together. I immediately got interested in the topic and got to know how the Iranians were starting to see new cases everyday. Ehsan had asked his family members to stay indoors as much as possible. To be really honest, I felt he was over-worrying back then. By the time I got back from work that day, the little chat with Ehsan and Louis was just a passing event of the day and while flipping parathas on the stove, I told Aniruddha, “The guy is planning to order a couple of masks for himself! He is damn serious about it, you know!”

By the middle of March, when the university closed for the spring break, I did somehow foresee that the labs would probably not be accessible once again some time soon and so, backed up all my work on the drive. I have stayed home since then, except one Friday seven days after the university closed (I had to check on a sample from a running experiment), a few biweekly visits to the grocery stores and the occasional walks, when it would get too claustrophobic inside the house. I checked up on my Iranian friends when the number of cases spiked after the Iranian new year of Nowruz. Fortunately, their family members were all safe. My family members, by the way, back in India were still going to work! My mother, who you guys should know is a paranoid person about her work, as I have mentioned in my article before, and Aniruddha’s mother, who is also a teacher in the same school as my mother, were making sure each day that we were staying indoors. However, they themselves were still going to work. My father, who is a state government employee in the state of West Bengal was going to work too. They were both very much aware of the situations around the globe as were their employers. But things take time to sink in and go through the hierarchy of processes to finally get established, in certain parts of the world! Majority of Indians do not visit the dentist unless something is really hurting their gums!

The current Prime Minister of India, Mr. Narendra Modi did make a noble effort to handle the situation, starting from initiating the lockdown around 24th March. By the time my mother’s school closed, however, it was almost the first week of April. My father too had stopped going for work by then. This alone proved that the lockdown, even though was initiated somewhat before situations got worse, the severity of its enforcement was questionable in the beginning. However, the number of flights that entered India before the lockdown started, and infiltration from the port cities, somehow, were not as bad as compared to USA. The stage where the virus would spread from foreign infiltration was not as saturated for India as compared to USA, where far more number of people travel internationally on a daily basis. For a country that is as densely packed as India, this aspect combined with the higher number of younger people and the Prime Minister’s step for a reasonably timed lockdown across the country, served as a boon. Some might argue that the Indian healthcare system is cheaper, and hence more accessible as compared to Italy, and is thus, also a reason why things did not get as bad as Italy or USA. However, I do not fully agree with that. I think, had the lockdown not started right in time to stop the international flights to come in, and had the country been as rapidly infected as Italy or USA, the fate of the hospitals and health care facilities housing as many infected Indians from varied socio-economic backgrounds, would not be quite different. But obviously, not many of the Indians who have decision-making powers in the country sat down arguing about these scenarios before the pandemic broke out.

In addition to the praiseworthy step of the Prime Minister in initiating the lockdown, he took up an assignment at a more moral level to ask Indians, while maintaining social distancing, to pay their respect to the doctors and nurses in the country for the commendable job they were doing. People, obviously, misunderstood the message and organized a massive celebration on the streets, thereby ruining the real aim of the whole thing. The Prime Minister took it a notch higher by assigning people another job at a more cultural level. At this point, these assignments made no more sense scientifically. He asked the Indians to light candles and lamps at home on a particular day at a particular time. It served no other purpose other than making staying-at-home a little more exciting, if you ask me. But who cares? The Prime Minister had lost it by now much like the people, who obviously misunderstood and came down on the streets bursting crackers that entire night.

Aniruddha’s mother sent us this on April 5,2020 after lighting diyas at her balcony.

In a country, where majority of the people find it hard to understand and implement specific instructions, the idea of a pandemic, that comes with simple flu like symptoms, is nothing more than a funny little disease. Of course there are exceptions. When I was discussing the content of this article with my school friend Anusheela, she mentioned how people in a village in Bankura, a western district in the state of West Bengal, would make fellow villagers returning home, during lockdown from other parts of the country, stay in a bamboo shack for several weeks in isolation, away from their family members. However, in several other parts of the country, it is nothing different from the regular flu that hits the population every now and then during any change of season. People die in road accidents, in major numbers, each day due to poor abiding of traffic rules. The idea of going to the hospital for getting tested for something as trivial as flu, is too far fetched.

Remember the ‘learning from history’ aspect that I was mentioning before, which the Koreans adopted? India, historically has been subject to several epidemics starting from the cholera pandemic of the 19th and early 20th century, the flu pandemic of 1918, small pox of 1974, plague of 1994 and swine flu most recently in 2009. It is partly because of this history and the fact that a developing country like India is more prone to these deadly diseases, that the country is also somewhat armored up in terms of vaccine development skills and pharmaceutical companies invest in development of new formulas to develop vaccinations in bulk. However, the general not-so-educated people, often do not face the implications of a pandemic in one lifetime, and disregard the potential a simple flu like symptom holds, in destroying an entire population.

But then, it is easier to manage a crowd that is not as educated. Violence is usually the most effective tool to manage crowds, though it is not just the uneducated who suffer lathi charges in India anymore! In certain parts of Uttar Pradesh people were sprayed with disinfecting chemical sodium hypochlorite with a garden hose (We know where Trump got the idea now!). While in some cases, it is important to be strict with people who do not understand the implication of things, it is also easier to make them victims of overzealous, untested theories that can harm them instead. Striking an optimum is probably the need of the hour. But who do we expect to do the proper calculations for reaching that optimum, from? Laws in India are purposely kept open ended for interpretation, much like the assignments that the Prime Minister whimsically sets. The most relevant example for this is how in spite of legalizing lockdown across the country, religious gatherings are not subject to arrest under the Indian Law. However, a lathi charge on a religious gathering during lockdown is a more feasible option to carry out. The Nizamuddin gathering in Delhi was an example of this. Oh, and interestingly, there was no lathi charge on the decisive lot who went back to start the construction of the Ram Mandir in Ayodhya after the national lockdown!

Remember when I said before that it all started with a bad root of non-transparency of information in China? West Bengal’s Chief Minister is ahead in the game of keeping things under the table. If there is a sudden surge in the number of cases in the future, god forbid that happens, you would know why! Much like China, the Bengal state government is testing only severe cases of the virus. While China would disregard asymptomatic cases, doctors in Bengal have been asked (we became aware of this from a friend here whose parents are doctors in Kolkata) to not count the deaths of patients who had acquired the infection in addition to a pre-existing condition. Doubts arose when the number of deaths started falling in West Bengal, while the rest of the country was still struggling with rising number of deaths due to COVID19. This was in absolute contrast to how the state of Kerala managed to achieve flattening of the curve with aggressive testing, contact tracing, building thousands of shelters for migrant workers stranded by the sudden nationwide shutdown and distributing millions of cooked meals to those in need. Kerala managed to strike that ‘optimum’, I was talking about before, with both strict and humane approach of handling the situation.

“Ladki toh videshi ho gyi h”: Videshi Vibes

The first time I was coming to USA in 2017, there was a vibe that was going around me. My mother was not a part of it, because she knows me more than anyone else. Everyone who would come to visit us in the last month of me being in India before I left, would at least once say, “Don’t forget us! Do give us a call once in a couple of months.” My mother, though she calls me at least once everyday, never said this to me. My father, on the other hand, did mention on the last day, “See that you do not forget home.” The first summer I visited home, everyone whose house we visited or who visited us would say, “Oh! Titli has come from USA” and ask my mother, “Has her ways become videshi (foreign)?” My mother would calmly say,”I don’t think so. She is still the very Bengali girl she left as.” There was this one day during that first visit home when my father gave me a nail filer that he had bought for himself and asked me if I would like to take it back with me. When I said that I already had one, I saw that he did not take it well and replied, “Yeah, I am sure things are much better there!” I realized immediately that maybe, I should have just taken it.

When the pandemic hit and I was a week into staying home from work for an indefinite period of time, I missed home. I realized, this was the time everyone would be home from their work- my mother and my father. We would have our own little family time, something we have not had in ages. Maybe, it would have its own shortcomings with all the micro-managing traits of Indian parents, had I really been there. But at least it made me realize how strongly I felt about being home. It is very unlikely that when someone comes to a different country, they forget home. A change of institution can nuance your values and choices, but it can barely totally change the virtues you started with, in the first place. When my uncle called me that afternoon in April, somewhere in the whole question of ‘how did USA prove to be a developed country in handling the pandemic’, I felt a tinge of the hidden sentence before the above one: ‘I know you chose to leave for better education in a more developed country, but..’. Maybe, it is all in my head (I can be quite complicated a person, I have been told! But then, who is not?). Or maybe, I feel this way because every time I called my uncle before this, he mentioned that I am a videshi now! But anyway, truth be told, USA did not do a great job, there is no denying.

The world is well educated about the ridiculous claims of Donald Trump about things being under control, even though there was no sign of any such progress in terms of making more testing kits available, for a start and the hilarious but dangerous press announcements about injecting disinfectant in humans. However, the decentralized form of government and the areas of jurisdiction that fall under the federal and state governments, is something that is prime to understanding how and why things were managed (or mismanaged). The Illinois government shut down the Lake Shore Drive, one of the important roads connecting Chicago to other states in early February. In Maryland, governor Larry Hogan ordered arrests for any gathering of 10 or more people and ‘issued an executive order, making it a misdemeanor punishable by up to a year in jail, a fine of up to $5,000, or both, for people to hold large gatherings’, around mid March.  New York government, on the other hand, had kept the state border open until late March when Donald Trump advised otherwise as the number of cases surpassed 52k.

The other aspect of the challenge is law enforcement in USA. People would not take lathi charges here! In Florida, in spite of the aggravating number of cases, people were pressing on their rights to party during their spring break! Florida governor passed the order for residents to stay home to avoid Coronavirus as late as 1st April and is currently planning to make re-opening announcements this week. My friend in Orlando mentioned in a recent phone call that people have come down to streets protesting against the stay-at-home order.

However, the bright side of the story is that the numbers are transparent. In Maryland there is an online portal, for example, that is updated with the number of new cases everyday at 10AM. Recent developments made to provide more detailed statistics of the new cases at each zip code; graphs showing the number of hospitalizations, ICU and acute beds in use; age, gender and racial distribution of the number of affected cases- only kept the general people more informed about the situations and helped them be more aware. Interestingly, the number of cases and deaths due to the COVID19 among Asians are quite low and Aniruddha pointed this out one morning. We were both wondering what could be the possible reason for that, until we came across the Maryland census and realized that only 6% of the population of Maryland are Asians, which means that the sample size for Asians was smaller in the first place. What is more intriguing, is the fact that, while 50% of Marylanders are White and 29% Black, the number of confirmed cases among African Americans are more than Whites!

After all the rambling of stories across the world and some stories of my own, I realize that maybe it could be summarized in just a couple of sentences. While dealing with a global crisis, there is not just one reason to why the spread of a continuously mutating virus took the shape of a pandemic. Every country had their own little important part in it to handle things differently. It is the choices at the hour made, that created significant impacts starting from the delay of response and opacity in information to creating stocks of testing kits beforehand and being ready for any adversity. Also, it is not just the government to blame every time. Decisions and choices at a personal level play a very significant role in handling a crisis like this. Saying NO to parties, going out to restaurants, organizing mindless processions on the streets, disregarding the ultimate aim of specific instructions are decisions made at a personal level. This is not to disregard the absolute atrocious claims and unpreparedness of leading economies of the world. But, no set of laws can govern a person who has his own decision making skills paralyzed. Staying informed from legit sources and staying indoors are the only instructions to follow right now that can shape a near and safer future. Stay home. Stay safe. This too shall pass.

My Mother

Photo Credits: Aniruddha Saha, January 2019.

My mother, like most mothers of people my age, is a woman in her mid fifties. Like most Indian mothers, she has always been very protective of me. Often in my mid teens, I mistook her acute level of protectiveness for a strong feeling of possessiveness and extra control on my life. Initially, I revolted, trying to break free. Then I realized, it only made her sad and consequently a little headstrong. Then I eventually gave up the fight. I started taking it as it was. And then I got smart and learnt to outdo her in certain ways.

I understood very early on in my life as a teenager that my mother could accept anything if one could convince her that it would help my career. I had realized, that even though she was a working mother, her daily hobby was to be involved in whatever I was doing. I remember, when I was in the tenth standard, my mother would build schedules for me with time slots assigned to all the disciplines that we would study at school. Not only that, she would strictly see to it that I followed all of that was listed in my schedule. She would come back from her school and ask me about every job assigned. In my eleventh and twelfth standards, she kept doing the same and additionally accommodating all the tuition classes I would take. She would sit with me in the study room and stay with me as long as I would be awake grading students’ notebooks from school. She would never leave me alone. She was always tired with the amount of work she did at school, home and then staying awake with me. So, sometimes when I would have to study deep into the night, she would lie down on the same bed I would study on, with a large Chemistry book under her head as a support. There were days when I felt bad for her, imagining the amount of work she was putting in and given the uncertainty that I would do anything good with my life. And then there were the more frequent days when I was angry with her for not letting me be, for not letting me breathe a little.

After school, I decided to leave for a different city for my college. The decision was taken keeping multiple aspects in mind. One of those aspects was to be away from my family and grow up independently. I needed that and I absolutely desired that. My being away never made my mother sad. She was so strong in her heart; someone (I still do not know who) or something (I still do not know what) managed to convince her that this was good for my career. But she would miss being around me and trying to tell me what to do every time something went wrong. So she would write letters to me and wrap it around the monthly medicine stocks that she would parcel to me to Delhi. In the letters she would sometimes send me a time table, much like before, where she would accommodate Organic and Inorganic and Physical Chemistry slots so that I would give equal attention to all of them. I would sometimes look at them and laugh. Sometimes I would get angry and shove them under the mattress somewhere. But I never understood where she got this immense urge to be there with me no matter what. I still never do.

There was this one thing that deeply hurt me often. Every time I would make plans to visit home, my mother would always be paranoid about the classes I would miss, the amount of work I would not get done when I am on vacation or how much I would offend my “boss” if I ask for break. It would always seem, as if she did not want me to come, which after a lot of contemplation I would understand is not true. She simply did not want me to face problems later on when I went back to work, she did not want me to fall out of my work routine. She is one of those teachers in her school that as a student I absolutely did not like, because they would never take a day off! I think in her 10 years of being a teacher in the same school, my mother has not taken more than 10 days of extra leave, other than what the school already provides. It becomes exceedingly difficult to make a person of the above mindset understand that while doing a PhD, if you do not take breaks, you do not survive! Anyway, I have realized, my mother loves her job. I am sure, 70% of the love for her job is for the work as a teacher that she quite nobly does. But 30% of the reason why she desperately loves her job is because, it keeps her occupied. I think it keeps her mind off of things she misses to think about, a large part of which was me, for a very long time.

My mother was born and grew up for most of her life in the city of Durgapur, in the state of West Bengal in India. Born as an elder sister in a not-so-well-to-do family of four siblings, two brothers and a sister other than her, and parents, with a sickly mother, she grew up to be the next mother of the family. For the most part of her life she was so busy taking care of others, first her siblings, then the husband and his family, and then me, that she never grew a passion of her own that she absolutely loved to do. When asked what is she passionate about, she ends up saying, “I love my job. I do not know what I would do if I didn’t have that”. When asked, what about the time before she had the job? She would say, “I would take care of you and the family”.

I was intrigued to write this piece today, when I observed something very strikingly different with my mother lately, and specifically after the hour long phone call that I have with her every Sunday. She has been very excited about a reunion that the girls from her batch in primary school have organized. The reunion took place this Saturday, 7th of December 2019. It was the first of its kind and my mother played a crucial role in bringing the girls together on Whatsapp and hosting them at our house on the eve of the reunion. She even took a day off from school, she said. This is the first time, perhaps since eternity, that my mother took a day off of her work, for herself and I could feel the excitement in her. She could not stop talking about the whole event this morning. She explained to me how two of the girls could not stop admiring how good my father has been to all of them and ended up clicking a picture with him in the middle with two of them on either side of him! I could not help feeling a little jealous myself after this! I do not really like unknown women tampering with my father! I wonder how my mother did not! She went on about how she told them about me and explained to me how everybody else’s sons and daughters have also left them to go abroad for work. How she anchored the reunion event of the night in their school auditorium. How women of her age managed to dance to songs with full costumes on. She could not stop.

Durgapur Akbar Road School girls in full retro! At 15 years of age the level of perfection in draping sarees of these girls is not to be compared with what girls of 25 manage these days. My mother: Second from Right.
Durgapur Akbar Road School girls at the 2019 Reunion. My mother: Third from Right.

It was nice to see her caring less about her work and me, even though for a day. I wonder, how much women of her generation got to think about what they wanted to do for themselves in life! I wonder, if anybody ever asked them! Maybe the answers would be astonishing and indeed, beautiful to know! If not this life, what would they have liked to do? I am interested. Aren’t you?

The Midnight Cab

I stepped out of his cab in front of the house Aniruddha used to live in then, shut the door, bent down to look at his face across the window and specifically remember to have said, “Take care”. I genuinely meant that when I said that, I recollect. After a while we came in and we lay on the ground staring at the ceiling and I asked Aniruddha, “Why do you think he shared so much with us?”

The story I am going to share with you tonight, was perhaps the first inspiration for this series. It was hard to come up with the right way to write about it and is probably the reason why it is the third article in the series.

It was the 13th of November, 2017. Aniruddha’s friend Raka had been experiencing blinding abdominal and back pains for over a month and had finally decided to consult a doctor at the hospital. Her boyfriend came down from Amherst. Her roommates and Aniruddha were quite concerned. They wanted to be with her when she was at the hospital. I was visiting Aniruddha from Texas for a week and quite inevitably I became a part of the process. One of her roommates drove us to the St. Agnes Hospital, Baltimore at around 9.30 in the evening. We went, waited and at about 11.30 in the night, Raka came out and let us know that she had been asked to take some tests and would have to stay back. Her boyfriend and the roommates wanted to stay back with her. Aniruddha and I somehow planned to get back home because we had some early morning plans the next day.

It was 11.50 PM when we booked our cab home. The driver’s name was Deependra, a familiar Indian name, about mid-aged. We hopped into the car. I took the front seat beside the driver and Aniruddha took the back one. Now that I think about it, I generally don’t do that. I always prefer the back seat to the front. That day was an exception, I guess.

He started with asking the reason for our visit to the hospital, paused for a moment and said, “Aniruddha… That seems like an Indian name. Which part of India are you from?” “West Bengal”, Aniruddha said. Almost in a reflex I asked, “And you?” “What do you think?”, he asked. “Ummm… West Bengal? Your name is a familiar Bengali name”, I said. “Well, Nepal. I am from Nepal”, he mentioned.

We were about seven minutes away from home. I could see the face of this man only partially. It was dark and the only light entering the car was from the streets. His face had some acne marks and he had a big flat nose. I could see the apple in his neck and could figure out he wanted to talk. One thing I had learnt from the warm people of Texas was how to strike up a conversation. Asking about the weather, or the time they started driving that day, or whether they are from the city can be easy starters for a casual conversation. I somehow chose a different question this time, “So, how long have you been here?” “I have been here for about 10 years now”, he said and took a pause. “Wow! That’s a long time. Do you have family here?”, I said. And I did not need to say anything more. He took a short glimpse at me and said, “I do”. His answer sounded quite terminating. At first I thought maybe I had gone way too off board with my questions. But then after a while, I realized maybe it was actually a small push that he needed.

” Well, I do and I dont”, he went on. I could sense a sting of pain in his voice. “What do you mean?” I said.

“My brother stays here”, he said. “And his wife.”

I could sense the situation from the way he punctuated his sentence with the pause. “So, do you stay with them?”, I asked.

“I used to stay with my brother till last year. And then, my brother got married to the girl he wanted. You know when you are in love, you don’t really see things through. She doesn’t want me to stay with them anymore. We did not see this coming, my brother and I. He got married and after a few weeks I found out that probably she would become the reason for the crack in the relationship between me and my brother. I know my brother still wants to keep contact, but you know things are different after you get married”, he just blurted out. I was at a loss of words. I did not know what to say or how to react to all of this. Our ride was nearing its end as he took the last turn. Here was a man who had just shared with me a story of perhaps his deepest of pains, the bruise of which was clearly very fresh in his heart and I had to get down just because my ride with him had ended. I felt helpless.

His cab stopped at our destination. I had not spoken a word until then. I gathered my thoughts together, looked him in the eye and said, “I am glad you could share this with me. I do not know what to say. I do not know if it is true if I say that I think I can understand you, but in a situation as this, probably being able to share your pain with someone is a big achievement in itself.” To this he replied,”I apologize if I made you uncomfortable with all of my story. But sometimes it just comes out, what you feel inside, you know”, he rubbed his chest as he said this. I looked him in the eye and said, “People change. Even the closest ones, who you thought would never leave your side no matter what, change. One has to adapt and recover. I guess you’ll have to do the same.” He nodded his head as he looked down acknowledging, looked up and said, “I am sorry.” “Don’t be. I am glad you shared,” and smiled at him. Aniruddha and I unlocked the car door almost in unison after that.

I stepped out of his cab, bent down to look at his face across the window and specifically remember to have said, “Take care”. I genuinely meant the words when I said that, I recollect. After a while we came in and we lay on the ground staring at the ceiling and I asked Aniruddha, “Why do you think he shared so much with us? He does not even know us.” He had been quiet the whole time.

“I think he shared his story with us BECAUSE he doesn’t know us. His secret is safe.”, Aniruddha said. I have always marvelled at how he is capable of saying so much with so less.

Something Good

The new year eve of 2007. It was the age when we did not have a computer at home and my father, ever excited to watch and make me watch the well known classics of his time, used to get a DVD player from a store that rented out DVD players and DVDs. I loved every film that he ever suggested and this time it was the 1965 American musical drama The Sound of Music. I was in the seventh standard when I watched it and I was absolutely mesmerized.

I kept suggesting more of the same movie to all of my friends in the following years and even made them watch it with me. I believe I made five of my friends watch it; which means I re-watched the film five times after the one first time. I had a stupid notion that I was destined to watch the film five times so that I could appreciate it five times over, much as a justification to the five Academy Awards that it had won. I managed to break that stupid belief when I made Aniruddha watch it in a small hotel room in Patna on the laptop.

I do not know whether the film impacted my friends or even Aniruddha as much as it did to me at that age. Later in 2009, I confessed to my father that I actually fantasize that I am in the green meadows amidst the Alps with Maria (the protagonist of the movie played by Julie Andrews), playing and singing around with her. I imagined I was one of the Von Trapp family kids. I believe the impact of the watch was so strong, that I used to play the tape that my father had mixed, of all the songs of the musical, about once everyday until I knew all the songs by heart. However, after the confession, I was not encouraged to play the mix tape at home anymore. I believe I was building a parallel universe in my head and that was not allowing me to focus on my current surroundings. I recovered from the fantasizing syndrome soon enough and in 2010, after I cleared my ICSE Board exams, my father gifted me the DVD of the film. I remember, I actually smuggled that same DVD in my bag later in 2016 when I wanted to screen the film for Aniruddha when he came to visit me in Patna for five days after four months of staying away.

Yes! Life was hard with all the travelling that we had to do back then just to be with each other for a couple of days. The distance relationship brought installments of love and surprise to our lives for about six years, until 2017. Things changed in 2018, a year after we moved in US. 2018 was the year when we got to be in one city and one school. 2018 was the year I realized the purity of this song, ‘Something Good’ from my most loved musical drama.

I attach the lyrics of the song below:

Maria:
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Captain:
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should

Maria:
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good

Maria and the Captain:
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could

Maria:
So somewhere in my youth
Captain:
Or childhood
Maria:
I must have done something . . .
Maria and the Captain:
Something good

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