Tuesday, May 17, 2016

A DAY INSIDE LALLA DED MATERNITY HOSPITAL SRINAGAR KASHMIR , NOVEMBER 1987.


                                                                             
                                 
FILES FROM MY MEMORY …..

 NOVEMBER 1987....A DAY INSIDE LALLA  DED MATERNITY  HOSPITAL SRINAGAR KASHMIR


( Photo Autar Mota )

AT THE GATE

Deen Baksh , a Gujjar from Kangan wants to go inside the hospital but is stopped at the gate by a Guard in uniform .
“ O khan ! Chalo Baahar. Ye Zenana Haspataal . Idhar Tera Kya kaam. ”

"O Khan ! Move away. Get out from this place. This is a maternity Hospital. What brings you to this place ?

“ Idhar Mhaaro Humsaaya Nissar Chowdhary Ka Beewi Aayo. Reechh Naal Zakhmi . Jenab Haaput Zakhmi keeno ! ”

"Sir, My friend Chowdhary Nissar 's wife has come here.She has been attacked by a wild Beer."

“ Achha ! Me Sab Bolegaa woh Kidhar Hota hai . Pehle Udhar se 5 Cigarette Laao. Wills Navy Cut. ”

"Okay.I shall tell you everything. First get five Wills Navy Cut cigarettes for me."

Deen Baksh brings 5 Navy Cut cigarettes. The Guard puts four in his pocket while the fifth he puts under his lips and looks towards Deen Baksh :

“ Idhar Bachaa Paida karne Wala haspataal. Haapat se jang ka haspataal hedroon .. Nawa Bazaar. Chalo. Chalo Apna raasta varna idhar labour room me Bharti kar degaa aur tum bhi khalaas ho Jaayega..”

"This is a maternity Hospital. Here Only delivery cases. Those who  fight with a wild Beer who go to Hedroon Hospital Nawa Bazaar.Now move away. Move away fast otherwise I shall get you admitted to the labour room and you will also deliver a baby. Quick and get lost ."

IN THE CORRIDOR AND WARDS


The relatives of the indoor patients are gossiping and smoking in the Hospital Corridor. The sweepers are cleanig the floor. It is 9.00 AM. Senior Doctors are about to arrive for Duty. You can see only junior doctors . They look tired after completing their night duty . Some look sleepy. Most of them are about to move out. The hospital Attendents are active. They are moving in Wards and going to those beds where Patients expect a discharge from the Hospital. They are demanding “ Kharach ”or Baksheesh .

“ Aessi Moklaaw . Assi Gatchhi Na Duty change . Aessi Chhu Pataa Neirrun”

“ Settle our things now . Our Duty time shall Change . We have to leave now.”

Close realtives of some patients are distributing Fresh Ten Rupee notes in Wards .They are expecting a discharge from the Hospital after the doctors conduct routine Morning round of the Wards. They have almost packed up.

Inside the hospital, there is ideal friendship, brotherhood and mutual help between attending relatives of patients. They share, tea, medicines, Cigarettes, News and Gossip. Altogether a different secular and tolerant world inside .

New patients are being helped in by their relatives . Patients from the city are accopamnied by two or three relatives while patients from rural areas have ten or more persons with them .

Sajja , a Poor Patient from Magaam (Gulmarg Road ) Cries Loudly as she walks the corrodor :

“ Hataa Sidda ( short name of Mohd Sidiq her husband ) , Goya Faaleijj. Pyoyaa Aatishukk. Kathh Taawanuss Laajithhuss . ………………… Athha Laageizi Na Me zaanh . Dugg Hai Chhum … Maaejj. ”

“ You Sidda ( Mohd Sidiq her husband ). Let you fall a victim to paralysis. Let you fall victim to Syphilis. You have put me to this Grave pain ………………………….. Now don’t ever touch me   . O Mother ! I am in great pain .”

Sarla Mattoo from Habba kadal is uttering in low tone :

“ Doctor saa'b me kareituv Operation . ”
“ Doctor Sir ! Please take me to the operation Theatre .”

Maimoona Rafiq from Soura is helped to go up the first floor of the Hospital by her mother . She is biting her Lower lips and saying to her Mother :

“ Thuff Kartum . Me Laejj Treish . Chamaa ”
“ Hold me Mother. I feel thirsty . Shoud I take water ? ”

I see Baja singh , Head peon in our Bank with his Niece . He has come all the way from Khaanpur saraai . Baja singh’s wife consoles the patient :

“ Balaai Lagsaan . Sab Changaa Hosaan ”
“ I die for you . Everything shall be fine . ”

INSIDE THE LAOBUR ROOM


Dr Farhat:

“ Why can’t you keep silent and allow our staff to do their work. This is Hospital not a Bazaar. If you cry like this and disturb others , we shall have to take you to the operation theatre . Doctor Reeta , She is already in her labour pains . And this Kulwant Kaur will also deliver normally . Her labour pains are distinct . I think we shall have to go for Caesarean for these two patients . Put them on Drip . Watch their Vital signs ”

When Dr Farhat Leaves the the Labour room , the junior doctors feel relaxed and tell Sajja:

“ Did You listen what the Doctor sahib was saying . Now keep silent and endure this pain to save yourself from the surgery ”

Sajja looks towards the ceiling of the labour room for a moment and then starts crying again. Some young nurses giggle. An elderly nurse says:

" Gatchhien khalaas amiss Gatchhi soruyyi Mashithh"
" Let her deliver. She will forget everything. "

Baja singh’s niece is also feeling great discomfort and changing per poses and sides repeatedly on the labour room bed. Maimoona Rafiq and Sarla Mattoo are silent.

12.45 PM OUTSIDE LABOUR ROOM


I see Mohd Sidiq Sajja’s husband outside the labour room . He keeps moving in anxiety and smokes . With every shriek and abuse of his wife , he feels proud like a conqueror . Baja Singh’s singh wife is suddenly informed that to bring New clothes for the baby. She feels relieved and rushes inside the Labour room. Suddenly a nurse comes out and cries :

“Who is Mohd sidiq?”

“ What is the matter ?”

“ Your wife has delivered a male child . Where is your mother of her mother ? Give me the clothes for the baby . ”

“How is Sajja ? Wait for five minutes. I will also bring someone to read kalima into the Baby's ear."

“ Okay .Hurry up.I am waiting . Keep my Chaai / Baksheesh Ready . Nothing less that three hundred rupees.”

And Mohd Sidiq is suddenly agile with this Happy News . He throws the half smoked cigarette on the floor and Rushes out.

An elderly woman holding a new born baby comes swiftly to Ashok Mattoo and says:

" Yemiss par ta huz bhaang. Khodaa Saeb kaernaai jaanus khae'rr."

" Please read kalima into this new born baby's ear. May God grant you good health."

Tahir Rafiq is surprised.He offers his services instantly.

Dr Reeta Darbaari comes out of the labour Room . Ashok Kumar and Tahir Rafiq who had been smoking and discussing something , throw their cigarettes and rush towards her :

“ Mr. Ashok Mattoo , You had brought recommendations of our senior Dr .P K Sopori.The doctor has also seen the patient . Your patient had false Labour pains . We shall have to keep her under observation.She has been put on Glucose again. And You are Mr.Tahir Rafiq I presume. There was a call from Molvi Farooq’s residence for your patient. Molvi sahib was personally seeking her welfare . At the moment , I can tell you that she is sailing in the same Boat as Sarla Mattoo. She has also been put on Glucose . I believe we may have to go for the Caesarean for both the patients . Let us see how they progress . Worry not . Relax. We are here .”


FUNNY  BELIEFS  OF THE. HOSPITAL. GUARD..


The moment Dr Darbaari leaves, the Guard at the Labour room gate comes out . He asks for a cigarette each from Tahir Rafiq and Ashok Kumar Mattoo. Tahir Rafiq pushes half a packet of cigarettes in Gauard’s Pocket. Ashok kumar Takes out three cigarettes from his” Four Square “brand Packet . He puts one under his lip and passes on one to the Guard and the other to Tahir Rafiq . He then takes a Match stick box and after lighting his cigarette , passes on the burning match stick to The Guard and Tahir Rafiq . The Guard takes his first puff and says :

“ Your wives do not curse their husbands during labour pains . They sit silently making no noise . But all this behaviour delays their delivery . To go for Fataafat Khalaas ( Quick delivery ) , you need to curse your Husband and Mother in law. You need to speak in a filthy tone as illiterate women from our villages do. Education is the biggest enemy of this Normal Khalaas ( Delivery) . That is why Educated Pandit and Muslim women from city go for surgery over here . Don’t Forget my Baksheesh / Chaai when your women have their Khalaas. This way or that way they have to deliver . My Name Bashir Tota . ”



( Autar Mota )

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