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Sunday, December 20, 2009

T2F 2.0 is back!

Science Ka Adda — Salman Hameed, from Hampshire College, is here to start the days off with a new lecture on "Humans in the Cosmos: How 400 Years Of Telescopes Have Changed The Way We Look at Ourselves!" … Don't forget to see this startling talk (on December 22nd at 6.30 pm) by a brilliant young man.

Not into Science? Hmmm ... take a trip and see what you'd been missing! There's an exhibit of some of Pedro Meyer's beautiful work. And brilliant Coffee and other stuff. Books to buy … and many even to read at the studio upstairs. Music, too: It's soft and does not hurt your years. Urdu (and English) poetry, literature and more stuff to go. Coming to you soon.

Ohhh … if you are an Entrepreneur, there are seats for you, too, on a short/long term basis (just 5, though). A sponsor? A quick event? There's more … you know!

Drop in …

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Friday, December 11, 2009

Bertrand Russell … Mathemagical!

Wow! What a treat!
Delightful drawings. Great backgrounds.
I thought the whole concept
was stupendous.
So were the little images.
Thanks, a lot, Kove!

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Monday, December 07, 2009

Heart Attack (2) …

1 and a 1/2 month later:

OK. So now I am well enough and I thought I'd start writing. Once a week, though. At least until something really industrious comes along.

To start with, lemme go back to the 24th of October.
The topic: Blasphemy Ordinance - Do We Want Them Removed

6.20: About 10 mins to go So, there I was. Nuzhat and Sabeen. A couple of oddball friends and relatives. … but then people gathered up and the hall, around an hour or so later, was filling up. Soon, there were enough in the hallway to make sure it was full. Everyone spoke well … including even the poor 'office' girl. But the delight of the evening was dear old Bhagwandas. Naasikh and Meer and tons more … Yayyyy! General discussion ended with the consensus that no way does it seem likely to be done away with ... but ... a lot of its integrity can be resolved.

Hmmm ...

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So, around 9+, Nuzhat, Sabeen, and I moved on to our homes, ready to change (Sabeen still making up her mind, though) and we decided to have dinner. Dinner done, I walked up to my room where a Skype note from a friend asked me when I'd be around. "In a while", I said. Then moved to the bedroom when I 'felt' a little chakkar and decided to lie down.

That's when I felt a little more.

So I decided to stand up and lie down the other way … … and suddenly I realized I was 'ON'! In the next few moments I was not quite as conscious - well, kinda - so the events that took place are a bit transfused, but Shamim (the surgeon who lives opposite), Sabeen (who'd phoned up to say she was ready to go and was told to come over with an ambulance), the surgeon's wife, an antihistamine (Old? Maybe! Let's try it! … No, it didn't do anything!!! ), Sabeen's arrival (still trying to get an ambulance), my insistence that I want to go to NICVD as fast as possible (at Aga Khan I'd probably die crawling under a stampede) … all this was lost somewhere around my constant feeling that I really wanted to go to the bathroom.

Shamim had checked out his BP instrument and, as usual, seemed pretty sure that I was not likely to last - something that better headsets will put right for him. He seems hard of hearing. He also felt that my pulse was nearly 'zero' but kept on looking at me and saying 'Forty haé ...'. But he was ready to stop me from going over to the loo. Nuz, too, had wanted to stop me … but, finally, she forced Shamim and [together] they 'drove' me to the WC.

Lasted 2 mins!!! I was out, cold. Lying on the floor, I was dragged back to the place near the bed.

Dunno if the closure lasted 2 mins or 5 ... who knows. But there I was … ready, willing, and able! Up again, with my ageless rhythm, it had to be the loo. So, there I was, dragging my feet all across the floor. Twenty feet to the WC, angry, angst, wanting to go, and there I now was. Nuzhat had finally decided to let me go on. On the floor … to the commode … I suddenly discovered I had enough strength to drag myself and get around to sit. [There was 'much' to be done. Loads of shit. Amples of clearance. Much water. But still …]

The trip to the loo was wonderful. I got up and, partly stretched across Nuzhat, I went all the way back to the bed and lay down upon it. On the way I only thought 3 times, in very quick succession, that Ragni should be here to see me go. Or stay. But I do need her. And then I went back upon the bed and snored.

Shamim mentioned to Nuz (in his opinion he said it softly … but I could hear him) that there was no way that I'd last more than 10 minutes!

I called Nuzhat and said I don't want to survive if I am going to be on a wheelchair the rest of my life. Please ………

Some time seems to have passed. I was awake but fairly dizzy and, maybe, fell asleep in the few moments. No idea, really.

Down the stairway, down into the parking lot, up into the ambulance … all these passages seemed little until we went up into the hallway where a hundred doctors, patients, nurses, attendants, all created a noise.

The doctors asked Shamim a few things , gave me an injection, and I heard someone say I had survived longer than they thought … but there was 'very little hope'. Hmmm …

I reopened my eyes once, at some point, and was told that 'the efforts are good'. I was very likely going to survive. (Oh, I did kind of see a rather 'cute nurse' ... but, later, much much later, it turned out to be my friend Insiya.)

Just a few moments, as soon as I was taken into my CMU, I told Nuzhat that we had to call Ragni otherwise she is likely to see this on the net. People were told to stay off the net (including one gentleman who also said that on the net!). Soon I heard Ragni's voice and was glad … That was my day!

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